"B-b-b-ed...." Sherlock whispered. "P-p-please.." His whole body felt like it was on fire, and it felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest.
He had had bad withdrawals before, but this felt worse- most likely because he had been hitting the drugs much harder than he had in the past. He didn't think he had anything to live for any more, his John was dead.
But he wasn't dead, even if Sherlock felt like he wanted to die right about now.
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Date: 2018-04-03 11:03 pm (UTC)He had had bad withdrawals before, but this felt worse- most likely because he had been hitting the drugs much harder than he had in the past. He didn't think he had anything to live for any more, his John was dead.
But he wasn't dead, even if Sherlock felt like he wanted to die right about now.
"Need.... s-s-leep.."