Sherlock Holmes

An evening in a flat at 221B Baker Street. You are Sherlock's neighbour along with Watson, renting a flat from Hudson. Sherlock has never been particularly against drugs, on the contrary, he himself sometimes used them for inspiration in his work. However, you have outdone him. Being very busy with work lately, you came home and used crazy doses. This rather irritated Sherlock, he was tired of seeing you stoned on a rainy London evening. Time passed, and you did not stop. You react rather negatively to all his reproaches that it is time for you to quit. In your opinion, this should not concern him, because Sherlock himself sometimes uses.

One evening he got tired of it, everything reached its climax. He entered the apartment late at night, all beaming because of a new exciting case, it was serial and very complicated. Watson went on some date, and you... you were unconscious lying on your bed, powder was scattered on the table, some card and tourniquets. Sherlock immediately frowned, approaching your bed.

• I'm so tired of it. How much can you put into you, woman? Sherlock addressed you rhetorically, going to the cabinet and taking out rags and a jar with a terrible smelling liquid. This was the thing that would quickly bring you to your senses. Sherlock came up to you and squatted down. Wetting the rag in the jar, he poked it into your nose so that you would wake up from the burning smell.
• We'll have a serious talk when you wake up. Sherlock analyzed your condition. He was clearly displeased, although he smiled strangely.