Sherlock took his steps carefully. He could feel the ground shift beneath him, feel his head threaten to blur his vision. Still, he wouldn't let himself waver. He wouldn't stumble.
He would manage to get to John's flat and sleep off the after effects of this.
Perhaps he'd even wake up tomorrow to find himself curled up in a hospital bed or on the sofa of Mycroft's flat or leaned against a rain-soaked wall... and find this all some sort of fevered dream. Too much work, too much cocaine or heroin... or he'd mixed the two again. It still seemed surreal, beyond impossible. Yet the strain in his body spoke to its likelihood of being reality.]
You said there was no currency. [Something to talk about. If he talked, he was not alone in his thoughts. He could try and distract himself.] How does the system work, then? Bartering?
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Sherlock took his steps carefully. He could feel the ground shift beneath him, feel his head threaten to blur his vision. Still, he wouldn't let himself waver. He wouldn't stumble.
He would manage to get to John's flat and sleep off the after effects of this.
Perhaps he'd even wake up tomorrow to find himself curled up in a hospital bed or on the sofa of Mycroft's flat or leaned against a rain-soaked wall... and find this all some sort of fevered dream. Too much work, too much cocaine or heroin... or he'd mixed the two again. It still seemed surreal, beyond impossible. Yet the strain in his body spoke to its likelihood of being reality.]
You said there was no currency. [Something to talk about. If he talked, he was not alone in his thoughts. He could try and distract himself.] How does the system work, then? Bartering?