I Am Sher-Locked Up

Wake Up, Sherlock...

Sherlock

Sherlock was floating on a cloud.

"Sherlock."

Light as a feather.

"Sherlock."

No weight to him at all.

"SHERLOCK!"

Sherlock snaps back to reality; his eyes flew open as he realized where he was. He scrambles to get up, slipping on his jacket and crashing into the wall opposite to him. 

"Sherlock, where the hell are you?" He hears John call as his footsteps pad into his bedroom.

Sherlock curses under his breath as he tries to wash his hands and mouth out, forgetting completely about the sick in the toilet. 

"Sherlock, I've been gone an hour, where the bloody--" he freezes when he wrenches open the bathroom door and takes in Sherlock frantically washing his mouth out. Sherlock straightens quickly and tries (and fails) to wipe his lips in his jacket sleeve. 

"Sherlock, what--?" His eyes travel to the toilet, which Sherlock rushes to flush.  

Stupid, stupid, STUPID Sherlock!

John pushes him out of the way, peering into the porcelain bowl. "Sherlock, have you been sick?"

Sherlock finds his voice at last, "Yes, John, in fact I have, I am not feeling so well now that you mention it, so if you would kindly leave my washroom--"

John whirls on Sherlock. "No, Sherlock, I will not 'leave your washroom', you've made yourself sick! Sherlock, do you have an eating disorder?"

Sherlock stiffens slightly at the last words, and refuses to reply.

"Sherlock. I'm waiting."

Sherlock remains silent. 

"Sherlock, I'm a doctor, and I can tell when someone is sick, and I know you have an eating disorder!"

It was Sherlock's turn to be angry. "John, I can assure you I am perfectly fine, I am not sick, I am not damaged, and I do not have an eating disorder!"

"Sherlock, that is complete shit, you know that, right? You are lying to yourself! You are lying to me! Do you realize how dangerous eating disorders are?"

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Yes, John, I know, I'm not an idiot. That's precisely why I do not have one. It is dangerous. It is stupid to put oneself to in danger unnecessarily."

John is an odd shade of pink now. "Then that makes you the most stupid, selfish git in the universe! Sherlock, you are the most brilliant mind I've ever met, why on EARTH would you choose to do this to yourself?!"

Sherlock's temper flares, a snarl twisting his mouth. "You think I want this, John? You think I have a choice? It's either eat or look like this--" he gestures to his body "--and I don't want to look like this" he gestures again "so I mustn't eat! WHY is this so DIFFICULT for you to UNDERSTAND?!"

Sherlock spins on his heel and walks into the living area, where he begins pacing the room like he often does while agitated or bored.
John hurries after him, shouting now.

"Sherlock, this isn't okay! You are as thin as a bloody rail; I can see your ribs when you're in a dressing gown, this is not 'perfectly fine', this is the EXACT. OPPOSITE."

Sherlock continues pacing, trying his best to block out John's angry voice and his equally angry thoughts.

Sherlock, you really fucked up good, now who knows what will he find out next: the cutting, the attempts, the depression? Fucking hell Sherlock....

"Sherlock..." John's voice is soft now. Sherlock stops in his tracks. "Why? Why would you do this? Please tell me."

"I already told you. I'm not repeating my weakness again. Goodnight John."

And with that, Sherlock disappears into his bedroom.

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John

John stares after Sherlock, speechless. Never mind it being only 6 in the evening, much too early to go to bed, but Sherlock Holmes, the great consulting detective, thought himself weak! John shakes his head with disbelief.
Suppose I'll try to get some information out of him (and some food into him) tomorrow.
John paces back to his bedroom, muttering to himself all the way.

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A/N

Okee, how was Chapter 2? I realize my chapters are kind of short, I apologize, it's just my writing style, but any feedback would be great at this point. I update my stories frequently, so I suppose that makes up for the shortness. Of course, if no one's even READING it...

-Hannah