Sherlock races into 221B after his brother tells him that John Watson had told him he was going to take his life. Mycroft couldn't interfere because it wasn't his business. So, with eyes as wide as saucers Sherlock sprinted to 221B, not even knocking he kicked in the door and ran up the stairs into the flat he left two whole years ago.
Sherlock runs into John's bedroom after hearing a thud. The pills are by his side. Sherlock panics, trying to wake up John.
"John? JOHN?!" Sherlock cries, grabbing his best friends hand and trying to find some form of life. He can't. He pulls out his phone out of his coat pocket and calls an ambulance, saying his friend has overdosed on drugs.
"Why did I have to fake my death. Why didn't I come back sooner. Why did I leave you!" Sherlock yells, still holding onto his friends lifeless hand. He feels tears running down his cheeks as he realises he may never hear John Watsons voice again.
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A Study In Dreams
Fanfiction"If you could dream anything you wanted to dream every night but it meant you were detached from the real world forever.. would you choose to dream?"
