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Morphine or Cocaine part 2

   Mrs.Hudson stayed late at the wedding, helping clean up and put things away. The part ended around an hour ago, but she thought it wasn't fair for the groom and bride to have to clean up on their own. After a while though John told her that she should go home and rest, since they planned on staying to clean for a couple more hours. Mrs.Hudson said goodbye to everyone still around and headed out the door, before getting in her car and driving back to the 221B. 

     On her way back her thoughts began to drift. They went from her own wedding to then mozzarella sticks before landing on Sherlock. She didn't remember seeing him leave but she must have guessed he did. That broke her heart, remembering her own friend who left her wedding early, she wonders if she's okay. She decided that once she gets home she'll check on the detective, maybe even make him some tea before going to bed herself.

      She pulled into the parking space in front of her flat before getting out and unlocking the door. When she opened it it was quiet. She thought that was quite unusual, since the detective never sleeps, and always has to be making some kind of noise at all times. Mrs. Hudson predicted he probably fell asleep, he needs it, she doesn't remember the last time she found the man asleep.

     She walked up the stairs as quietly as she could, as not to wake him. The stairs creaking in protest until she made it to the last stair. She walked towards the door and knocked, just in case he isn't awake. When she heard no reply after  few minutes she opened the door and peaked in.

"Sherlock?" the landlady asked thin air, not getting any response. She walked quietly in the flat towards the kitchen, deciding to make  the detective tea anyways, just in case he wakes soon when the tea's still hot.

     Once she finished she grabbed the tea carefully before walking towards Sherlock's bedroom, only to fine the door wide open, and no detective inside. She began to worry before hearing a moan beside her. She turned around the best she could, trying to not spill the cup of tea still in her hand. The noise came from the bathroom, the door wide open and the light on. She carefully walked inside, trying to look for the source of the noise. 

     She looked down and saw the detective in a fetal position in the tub. She sighed before sitting the tea on the counter and crouching down towards Sherlock. She shook his shoulders lightly, this not being the first time  she found the man like this. Sherlock turn his head in her direction groggily. 

    "Wha'" 

"Come on dear lets get you to bed" She replied calmly, resting her hand on his back, helping him stand. The landlady guiding the detective through the doors and helping him to his bed. Once he got comfortable, she pulled the sheets over him and went back to get the cup of tea for him, still warm, and setting it on his nightstand.

     She then walked over and sat in the chair in Sherlock's room, glancing over at the sleeping man every few minutes making sure he's okay.