Chapter Text
Prologue
"Sherlock."
The flat was fairly quiet on 221B Baker Street, yet the smallest exhale of John's breathing, Mrs. Hudson’s humming from the other room, and the shuffle of papers from the file John held... loud.
Booming.
Sherlock
The lights.
Sherlock
Bright. Too bright. Too damn bright.
Sherlock curled on his chair, a newspaper covering his face. Practically acting like a shield.
"Sherlock!" John questioned in a louder voice, arching an eyebrow as he glanced at the taller male grabbing his forehead. Who must be ignoring him. He had been calling his name a good twenty times.
"Your voice is grating." He replied in a near whisper. Headaches were one thing. This was a migraine; it hurt, more murderous than the case they were working on. Hell, how could he concentrate on anything when his vision was so blurry?
"Maybe you should go to a doctor about that headache." Useless. What could doctors do? Why does he have to talk so much? Couldn't John take a hint?
"Sherlock?" He didn't answer, instead he stood up and walked over to the table, grabbing the bottle of pills with no label that were pretty questionable. The brunette shifted, opening the bottle to self-medicate himself with the medicine he had been taking ever since the damn headache began.
The pills never made it to his lips.
For a second, John and Sherlock locked gazes.
That second was long.
That second told John everything.
He jerked out of his own chair, rushing to Sherlock as the genius' head fell to the side, his body suddenly violently shaking, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Sherlock fell to the floor, his hand slipping on the corner of the table as the tremors shook his body. John was there instantly, pushing him to lay on his side, screaming for Mrs. Hudson to get the phone, “Call 999! Hurry!”
John patted his friend's hair back, trying to keep him from hurting himself with the medical training he had when something caught his eye.
His palm, it was split open.
Gray eyes stared in confusion at the green.... that can't possibly be blood... oozing from the open cut.