Sherlock yanked the lid off a bottle of pills. There were only twelve left in this bottle but he had 3 more bottles stashed away in the cupboard; he wasn't going to run out.
He carefully counted out 30 small white tablets and swallowed them one after the other in a routine like fashion, he felt himself get dizzy and his legs became weak, but he carried on. By the time all the pills were gone Sherlocks heart beat was faint. He was barely conscious but even in his foggy state of mind he could hear someone screaming his name.
John?
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Old habits (Johnlock)
FanfictionWhat is Sherlock without John. Sherlock is back to where he started. Back to old habits TRIGGER WARNING. THEMES OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE
