The drugs.

"John!"

I heard my name. Sherlock called me. I set down my cup of tea and my paper, and sprinted towards his room. When I opened the door, Sherlock was on the ground, apparently he stumbled out of bed.

"You okay?" I asked.

"HowdIgethere?" He asked.
I couldn't help but notice that he even looked amazing after being drugged, being brought here by the police, which was an awkward ride with cameras flashing, not the press, no, all the police officers that Sherlock had insulted, and yes, those were a lot. Then he had been sleeping for 9 hours, I suppose that's the longest he's ever slept. He never slept much. He was still wearing his black shirt, he looked kinda handsome, always did. I loved his shirts, they were so typically Sherlock. We hadn't bothered to change him into a normal T-shirt.

"Well, I don't suppose you remember much, as you weren't making a lot of sense, oh, I should warn you, I think Lestrade filmed you on his phone." I thought it'd be best if I didn't tell him about the other people filming him.

"Wherizzshe?" Sherlock mumbled.

"Where's who?"

"Ze vmn, zat vmn." He mumbled. It took me a moment to understand what he was saying.

"What woman?"
Sherlock had gotten on his feet again and stumbled across the room.

"Ze vomn!" He said, a little louder. He was getting agitated. It was clear that he hadn't recovered from the drugs.

"Oh, Irene Adler! She got away, no one saw her."
It was strange, seeing Sherlock so, desperate. So helpless.

"She wasn't here, Sherlock." I informed him. Sherlock practically dove to the ground, looking under his bed.

"No, no, no, back to bed." I lifted him up, hands on his chest, and I was surprised by his weight. He was so, light? I dropped him onto his bed, and strangely enough, he didn't protest. I tucked him in.

"You'll be fine in the morning. Just…sleep."

"Of course I'll be fine, I am fine, I'm absolutely fine!"

"Yes, you're great. I'll be next door if you need me."

"Why would I need you?"

"No reason at all."
When I walked away from his room, I heard a strange noise. It was a little robotic, a woman's voice, moaning really, but I decided that it wasn't worth my time. I heard Sherlock stumbling, and upon realizing that he was out of bed again I turned on my heel and headed back towards him. I opened the door a little fast, not realizing that he stood behind it.

"John!" He grunted.

"Sorry, Sherlock. But, what are you doing out of bed?" I said, sternly.

"Fone." he muttered.

"No, no, you don't need your phone, now back to bed. I mean it. Tomorrow morning you can look at your phone, solve some cases, do whatever you like but now, you have to sleep. Seriously, Sherlock. Now."
Sherlock looked at me, first surprised, then he smirked at me. It creeped me out.

"Now Sherlock."

"Fine." He turned and stumbled back onto his bed, on his sheets. I sighed.

"Come on. Let me tuck you in."
I pushed him aside, pulled the sheets away from him, then I pulled Sherlock's legs, laying him straight. I tucked him in, and I looked at him. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I laid my hand on his black, silky curls. I smiled. I quickly pulled my hand away when I realized that I was staring at his, I must say, beautiful face. When I opened the door, I heard him.

"John…"

"Sherlock?"

"Please, don't leave…"

"Why?"
Sherlock turned his face on his pillow, and it seemed to cost a great effort.

"I… don't want to be alone, please?"

He slowly opened his eyes, and he seemed to look right into my soul. I walked back to his bed, and I lifted the corner of his sheet.

"Move over then." He did, and I stepped into his bed. He shuffled closer to me, and he gently lifted his head on my shoulder. I pulled his arm over my chest, and laid my arm over his back. I felt his warm breath on my skin, leaving me with goosebumps. I felt his lips moving across my skin. It was lazily, but still very clear. He mouthed the words



"I love you"