Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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Throughout the day Sherlock had puttered around the flat as best he could, managing to do some basic experiments on the kitchen table.

By the evening, he was exhausted from using the crutches, he had read in bed for a while and eventually drifted off into a light, still pained sleep.

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He finished his shower and then stepped into their shared room. He swallowed when he saw Sherlock. John stepped over the bed and then gently sat on the edge.

He touched Sherlock's mussed curls and gently stroked them. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. You're hurting and frustrated and it wasn't right of me to yell at you like that."

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His eyes were still closed, but he moved closer to the warmth of John's body, curling himself around him. He didn't speak, just made a low rumbling noise that didn't really sound like anything at all. his breathing deepened and his body relaxed.

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John smiled and shifted a bit to lean back against the headboard. He carefully moved Sherlock to be comfortable. He didn't care that he was just in a towel. He settled back, closing his eyes.

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As soon as John got into bed, Sherlock imitated an octopus and wrapped three of his four limbs around John, keeping his injured ankle straight and propped up on the pillow.

Finally... finally he was able to settle into a comfortable enough position with John close to him that he fell into a deep sleep that lasted through the night.

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John woke in the morning, feeling a touch sore. But he would have slept like that again for Sherlock. He smiled at the other man and stroked his hair.

It was a stupid fight and he hated that they did it.

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"Mmmmmmm"' Sherlock was still mostly asleep, but he turned over towards John, a soft smile on his face.

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John leaned down and kissed his head. "I love you." He whispered to the man, "So much. I am glad we encountered each other."

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" 'm youuu" Sherlock grumbled back, trying to scoot closer.

Unfortunately, Sherlock was too asleep to think about not moving his bad leg. He shifted it and immediately bolted up, yelping in pain.

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"Sherlock!" He said in shock as the man cried out. John shifted to look at his ankle. It seemed okay. He then looked at his partner. "When did you take your painkillers last?"

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Sherlock bit his lip hard enough to taste blood. Pain shot throughout his body, making his vision blurry. It felt like someone had tried to rip his foot off at the ankle.

"Night..." he moaned through gritted teeth, but a simple paracetamol was not going to stop this pain.

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John bit his lip and swallowed. "Sherlock, can you straighten your leg out?" He asked.

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"Ahhhhhh!!!' Sherlock straightened out his leg and finished rolling onto his back. He was dizzy with the pain, nausea was rising like bile up his throat, but he fought it back.

He knew that in time the pain would fade, but it was hard to think about that right now when all he could think about was the pain.

"I... n-n-eed something.. s-s-even percent s-s-s-tronger.... " He groaned, shutting his eyes so tight he could feel the moisture forming in the corners.

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John let out a breath. He'd seen Sherlock's medical records. He'd seen the history of drug use. He couldn't. But his partner was in pain.

Fuck.

"Why don't you try the painkillers prescribed first?" He suggested.

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"D-d-on't work.... built.. up. resistance..." His history of drug use meant that he would need much larger than the prescribed dose to put a dent in this pain. And if he did that, he would almost certainly have to go through withdrawal, and his prescription wouln't last near long enough with the amount that he would have to take.

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John shook his head. "That could be dangerous." He said softly, "I can't risk it. Not... Not with your history."

John didn't care that he was in recovery. He just wanted Sherlock to stay there.

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Sherlock closed his eyes even tighter. There was nothing that could be done. The pain was almost unbearable, but he will have to endure it, he knew it now. It was going to be horrible, and he didn't want John to see it.

"John. G-g-go." He was about to be at his worst, and he wouldn't subject the man to it.

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"No." He said stubbornly, "I'm going to be here for you."

John touched Sherlock's cheek gently. "I love you. I don't care what it will be like. I'm staying here."

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"NO!" He yelled out, shaking his head. Sweat was already forming on his brow, and his face was scrunched in pain.

"Don't...see. me.. like this!" He tried to shove John away, but there was no power behind it, considering he had to lay perfectly still on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling to even infinitesimally lessen the pain.

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John didn't move. He simply stayed where he was. He was going to see through this. To be there for Sherlock. He had to be. He wanted to be.

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Sherlock went still and shut his eyes. He tried to let himself drift away into his Mind Palace, the place where he could, for a short time at least, leave his body and fall into his own mind.

But the pain was too great, he just couldn't do it, so he lay there, sweating and grunting in pain wishing like hell someone would just cut his right leg off at the ankle and be done with it. He had no idea how long he was going to have to suffer, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it.

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John got him water and light food that he managed to keep down. The former doctor didn't sleep. He was used to it. Having been up for days at a time when on call or in Afghanistan.

He was dozing at one hm point, just a moment to close his eyes and recover.

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Sherlock nibbled and drank a bit, but he knew that he'd have to get up to use the loo, and he wanted to stall that for as long as he could.

He drifted in and out of his mind palace over the rest of the afternoon and evening. That night John was dozing a bit while he, though exhausted, stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about his bladder that had actually gone beyond painful now. He new he was risking actual damage by not going to the loo, and thought about the half empty glass that was on the bedside table, but even that was too far.

He was either going to have to piss himself- not an option, or get up and try to use the loo.

Sherlock shifted a bit, biting his lip to stop crying out in pain with even the slightest movement.

He managed to scoot himself a few inches closer towards the side of the bed, but the pain, which had been fading ever so slightly was now returned twofold.

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John woke out of his doze and was up. "Hey, what do you need?" he asked softly.

He wanted to take Sherlock's pain away. It wasn't fair to the man that he was going through this. But he knew he couldn't.

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Sherlock flushed just the slightest bit.

"I.. need to use the loo, John." He admitted, closing his eyes and looking away from John. He hated to admit something like that.