Chapter 8:The Last Night
**Please note there is some drug use and sexual spiciness in this chapter** ;)
What happened after that exchange is a bit of a blur. I went out to pubs and drank a lot. More than I've ever really drank before. You know me Watson, I am not much of a drinker. But being young and dumb I guess as they call it…I then proceeded to walk back to my flat. This feeling of the fear of losing my mother was more than I could bear. Reclining on my couch I rolled up my sleeve and injected myself with a concoction of various chemicals. Soon I felt my eyelids get heavy and I relaxed and my brain finally quieted down. Soon the combination of what I had consumed began to take its toll on me. I began to sweat profusely and felt my head grow more and more achy.
"Lillie is mine," I heard Raffles say. Suddenly I jolted upright. Once I did I realized I was in the arms of none other than Lillie herself.
"Sherlock…what's happened," She said. "Your pulse if racing…"
"Lillie…I…worried about my mother." This was all I could get out.
"You need help," she said. "I'll be right back."
I was alone for some time, and I was beginning to wonder if she had really been in the flat at all. Suddenly I heard the door shut. Lillie had returned and raced over to me. She told me to open my mouth and made me swallow some form of liquid.
"This should help you," she said.
To this day I'm not sure what she gave me but it definitely helped the symptoms. Unfortunately, the only thing that could really help my hangover and overload was time.
"My mother has tuberculosis," I said as I was starting to open up to her.
"Oh Sherlock I'm so sorry," she said. "That must explain…this…"
That night, Lillie sat down on the bed next to me. She removed the cool rag from my head as it seemed my body temperature had started to return to normal.
"I'm so sorry Lillie. For what I said to you….I guess I thought a night of debauchery would solve the problem…but I hate that you have seen me in this state," I said with embarrassment.
Lillie placed her hands on the sides of my face. She stared into my eyes and I back into hers. From then and there we didn't care about Reginald, or Mycroft or anything else going on in the world. I guess that's why we clicked so well. When the two of us were together nothing else seemed to matter. I placed my hand on her hand; which was still on my face. She wiped away a stray tear that rolled down my cheek.
"You are such a lost man Sherlock," she said warmly. "But you'll never be lost as long as you find your way back using this…" she said pointing to my heart. "Believe it or not, you do have one," she laughed. "No more of these nights…I'm the only person you need for support."
She then proceeded to kiss my face until I raised up and grabbed ahold of her thigh. I pulled her down on top of me and gave her the most long and loving kiss I had the strength to muster. She began to massage my shoulders. I was still feeling a bit dazed so the massage was helping soothe my troubled mind and body.
"You are going to be okay. We've just got to get you through this…" she said as I felt her soft hands continue massaging me. "You and I are a team and I'm not going anywhere."
The way she said this sounded untruthful to me for some reason. But like I said, being high does cause a person to have a lapse in judgment.
"I…I-" I began, but she held up a finger to my mouth.
"Shhh…don't spoil it…" she said, finally kissing me once more. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her over onto her back still not wanting to let go of the kisses we were giving and receiving. That night was another night of passion. One that I still hold in my memory as I never wanted it to end.
"Sherlock…I love you…more than I've ever loved anyone…" she replied. She kissed my arms and was waiting for more of our love to continue. As our bodies tangled together, she writhed in pleasure. "Sherlock…" she whispered breathlessly. "Nothing can come between us…" she said between breaths. "I will never let you go."
To this day, she is the only woman I have ever…loved. But in the end…it didn't matter…our love story wasn't meant to last.