Sherlocks POV:
Our walking pace on the way back to flat was noticeably faster than usual,and I smirked at the obvious reason. "Do you have the keys?" I asked John when we got to the door. He nodded and fumbled in his pockets for a few seconds before pulling out his keys,attached to a key ring with a picture of me and him in it. "I like your keyring." I said quietly. "Oh, yeah no it got sent to us in the mail and I thought it was nice." John said,blushing as he pushes it into the lock.
"Do you want tea?" He asked when we walked into the apartment. "I think you know what I want." I replied,acting as if I hadn't said anything. "Coffee?" He said, nervously. I smiled,confused, and walked over and put my hands on his hips. He moved away a small bit, and looked away from my face.
Johns POV:
Sherlock looked at me confused,and I stuttered as I started to talk. "I-I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry,Sherlock." I said. He pulled his hands away and nodded,looking at the floor. "It's okay,don't worry about it." I watched as he walked away towards his room. I wanted to say something, but I was stuck. I knew I had just broken his heart for the sake of protecting my own.
Sherlocks POV:
I felt my breath hitch once I closed the door,and everything went blurry. I started pulling apart the drawers of my bed side locker,trying to find the small bottle of pills. I hadn't even thought about them since I met John,but I was in pain,and I needed to take it away. I had to. I emptied the contents of the bottle into my hand,not counting how many there was but I assumed around 12 or 13. I threw back my head and dropped the pills down my throat one by one. I felt my thoughts jumble up almost instantly,and I fell to the floor.
My bedroom door swung open,and I felt hands grabbing at me. I looked up and saw John panicking,with tears in his eyes. I pointed at the pill bottle,and John nodded,and then everything went black.
