"Well, how about it, Doctor?"
"I've stitched and bandaged him. He'll be able to be active again in a few days - two weeks, if I had my say, but he's stubborn as any Yarder. His appetite should-"
"Watson, it would behoove you to remember that I am neither unobservant nor emotionally frangible. What are you not telling me?"
"Holmes..."
"That tone alone says that something is wrong. I knew I did not like that glassy look in his eyes. It can't be an infection already?"
"No, Holmes. He's showing signs of ephedrine overdose."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Thankfully, no. Little to no chance of mortality. However, the effects are... unpleasant."
"Please, elaborate."
"Well... it's not all too different from an overdose of any other stimulant. Tremors, hypertension, anxiety, irrationality, insomnia. Depending on his dosage he may progress into a state of paranoia, delusion, and even hallucination."
"... 'Unpleasant'. You have a gift for understatement, my dear doctor. How long will this last?"
"I have no idea. Anywhere from a few hours to a few days."
"What can we do about it?"
"Keep an eye on him, make sure he keeps hydrated, and above all try to keep him calm. There's no way to speed it out of his system."
"Most distressing. ...Well, it is about time we got in some familial bonding."
Sherlock Holmes and crew do not belong to me.
Dialogue! Whee! And a 221B of dialogue at that, according to WordCount. FFnet does not agree. Fie.