Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

One Down

I blink slowly, as I inhale a sanitizing sort of scent. I'm being awoken by muffled voices -- two people. Both men, not arguing, but speaking with hints of anger in each of their tones.

Blinking a few more times, I find it easier to keep them open longer and without a very blurred vision with each one.

"There's no way in hell I'm giving her to you..." Sherlock's voice speaks loudly.

I rub my eyes before sitting up from the creaky hospital bed.

The speaking stops.

"Sher...Sherlock?" I quietly ask.

"Lie back down, you're gonna ruin your bloodstream." Jim says, quickly walking over to me.

"J-Jim?" I gaze up at him, as he gently lies me back down.

He smiles down at me.

"Don't touch her." Sherlock growls, quickly walking over to my bedside as well as Jim rolls his eyes.

Ignoring them both, I stare up at the ceiling dizzily, pondering about my earlier craving, before starting to crave it again.

"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asks softly, as he strokes my cheek, but I ignore him.

"Jim..." I call out, as my throat becomes dry.

He smirks, glancing up an irritated Sherlock, before averting his attention to me.

"Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock amswrrs his phone. "Hello John -- yes she's fine..." He continues to talk, stepping out of the room for a moment, after giving Jim a death glare.

"J-Jim..." I call again.

"What is it, doll?" He asks softly.

"I-I need the...the syringe..." I croak out, my voice raspy.

He grins widely, as I grip his hand tightly.

I needed it.

Badly.

So badly,

"P-Please..."

"Lucky for you, I've brought some." He says softly.

"G-Give me some..." I beg quietly.

"Oh, darlin'n of course you'll get it...under one condition." Moriarty pokes my nose, as he speaks.

"What do you want...?" I ask, starting to regain my energy.

"You have to come back with me. I didn't appreciate you running off like that. You hurt my feelings, darlin'." He hysterically frowns, messing with my morphine levels.

I chuckle, as I struggle to sit back up.

"Since when did you get feelings?"

Moriarty smirks and places a mint from his pocket into his mouth:

"Is that a yes?"

"I can't..." I tell him quietly.

He shuts his eyes and inhales, before placing his hand on my arm, squeezing it tightly:

"Go ahead and hurt me all you want... I'm not coming back to you, Jim...n-not after what you did...all the things you lied to me about." I wince slightly, my heart aching badly. I thought I loved him.

His tight grip on my arm loosens, and he strokes the spot he squeezed, mumbling "sorry" as I feel tears flood my eyes.

"He's lied to you, Y/N...he wants to separate us..."

"That's not tru--"

"Did you see any proof?" He cuts me off mid sentence.

"Yes."

"Like what?" Jim asks.

"Pictures of me and him."

"That's it?"

"Yea..."

Jim, looks down and laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

"Darlin'...that's not really proof now is it?" He chuckles, stroking my cheek as I tilt my head in confusion.

"W-What do you mean?" I ask.

"Anyone can make a false photo, and if that's the only proof you say he's got, then honey he's one hell of a bad liar."

Jim is right. About everything,

But he's lied to me too.

Which means that I can't trust anyone.

I've hurted for so long...by two men.

Words cannot express the hell I went through for them...

They need to pay.

"You're right..." I lie, pretending to buy into his words, as I secretly increase the morphine levels. I had a devious plan.

His dark eyes gaze at my expression, and when he least expects it, I forcefully yank out the morphine needle from my arm and stab it into his hand,

"There you go...little dolt." I smile, getting off the bed as I reach into his blue blazer's pocket, slowly sliding out the syringe with my addiction in it.

I had increased the levels of my morphine only moments ago, so he should pass out any second now.

"What...? Y/N...you will pay for this..." He passes out

I let him lie on the floor, as I anxiously inject the contents of the syringe into my arm, intaking the satisfying liquid through my veins...it's been much too long.

Immediately after I finish the syringe, my eyes pop wide open, to see Sherlock by the door.

His eyes dart in all directions, from the syringe in my arm, to Jim on the floor, and then to my eyes.
"Hi..." I say quickly, pulling the syringe out of my arm, and throwing it away, as he blinks rapidly to try and process everything.

One down,

One to go.

You better watch your back, Sherlock Holmes...

I'm angry.