JohnLock

Nicotine Patches

(This probably won't be the most professional no matter how hard I try to write that way lmfao)

Sherlock had sent John out to get groceries again like usual, giving him his card so they could avoid the whole machine abuse thing they had gone through the last time. As soon as John left Sherlock just lies on the couch curled up on the couch, Ms. Hudson tried to check on him and ask if he wanted some tea so he pretends to be fast asleep so she'll leave him alone. Once he's finally alone he puts five nicotine patches on his left arm.

He does this to help think, usually he'd use three but he was feeling especially in need of help. He gasps softly and he starts trembling, he'd never gone above three patches so it was clear his body wasn't taking five all that well. Then John would come back to the apartment and walks in with the groceries, not realizing Sherlock on the ground shaking like he's having a seizure immediately until he hears the sobbing.

He drops the grocery bags quickly and rushed over to Sherlock, kneeling down beside him and lifts him up to his chest. "Damn it Sherlock..", he scoffs under his breath as he sees the five nicotine patches on Sherlock's arms. He pulls out his phone and quickly dials an ambulance to come. He holds Sherlock tightly to his chest, rocking a little as he does so. "Stay with me, Sherlock. I've got you, I'm here.", he says in a hushed voice, trying his best to reassure Sherlock.

Sherlock clings to John's arm tightly as tears stream down his face, he clung to John as if he wouldn't be able to get through this without him. John runs his fingers through Sherlock's hair to comfort him while he seized, making sure Sherlock was on his side so he wouldn't swallow his tongue or choke on his vomit.