"Good job John!" You congratulate him. You two had just come back from one of his rugby games. "You were really good!"
He laughs blushing a little "aw thanks y/n it wasn't just me." He pushed the door of his dorm open and the out smiles disintegrate when we see his dorm mate one of my best friends out cold on his bed a syringe in hand.
"Shit" is all you could say as you rush over to Sherlock. Since you had grown up with Sherlock you had seen this before but never this bad. John was confused not knowing that the brilliant Sherlock Holmes was a druggy. "Call Mycroft." You order taking Sherlocks pulse. You can feel tears coming but push them back. He promised he would stop. After a minute Mycroft rushes into the room. "Oh Sherlock" he sighs picking him up. We bring him to the school infirmary. Mycroft and John leave, John promising to come back with food. The room is dark just a little light from the moon outside shines through the window. You sit on the ground legs to my chest. You let yourself cry. He promised. You want to scream at him, but no he's asleep in a bed curly hair messed up. Every time you stay with him, you worry over him and he promises to stop never again he said. And every time you believe him.
You sit in the dark until you hear the door open then shut. "Y/n" John's voice says. He spots you in the dark. He comes over and slides down the wall so he's sitting next to you. "Y/n it's almost 4am."
"It doesn't matter"
"Y/n what happened to him. One minute he's bloody brilliant and the next he's...." his voice trails off not finding the words that fit the description of Sherlocks current state.
"He promised" You whisper.
"What?" John asks sympathetically he puts his arm around you. "He promised he wouldn't use drugs again" You say.
"He broke his promise" a tear slips out.
"Y/n Sherlock doesn't deserve a friend like you. One that stays with him all night even after he broke a promise, after he hurt you"
You smile a little at his kind words. "I don't deserve a friend like you John Watson"
