Universe: ACD Holmes
Character(s): John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Summary: Watson makes up his mind about something
Content warning: rushed fic and mentions of drugs
Word Count: 153
Author note: In response to JWP #26
"The one you were expecting" Well I was expecting the mention of drugs, so here's my offer:
It had not been an overly long case but it had taken a toll on my friend.
For two hours since we arrived to the flat, he did nothing but eat enormous amounts of food and chat animatedly on various subjects, until I suggested to move ourselves to the chairs in front of the fireplace.
He, of course, complied at once, thinking my old war wounds were bothering me.
Half an hour after we were comfortably seated by the hearth, he fell asleep so deeply, for he had not done so in days, that it gave me time to observe him.
My eyes went from the delicacy of his eyelashes, so dark and full that they framed the grey eyes underneath beautifully, to his left arm, an incredible contrast; strong and sinewy but so marked from years of abuse.
What kind of friend was I, that I let him do that to himself?