Junk dilemmas #1||Sherlock&Enola||Flashback
Sherlock was late, he knew that his Mother would be fretting, but he had lost his phone somewhere along the way. He hadn't been planning on getting high today of all days, he was going to go to his parents and have a nice civilised dinner without getting in a fight with his Father... well he had most certainly been going to try. But as the time for dinner came closer he'd become sicker and sicker, shaking and rattling terribly, he knew he couldn't face his parents like that - so naturally he'd gone to find something to fix it.
Now here he was, stood framed by the doorway, his arm extend, with his full weight on it, he couldn't even stand up. He knocked again, hoping that no one would answer, he was out of his head, too far gone to even remember if he took a cab of the bus here. He knocked a third time, using the neck of his tee shirt to wipe the thin layer of drug sweat off his brow.
