Deadly Sins

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A seven percent solution was actually rather mild, Watson knew, but he resented the cocaine all the same. It galled him to know that the syringe could stave off one of Holmes's black moods when nothing he had ever tried or done had worked. And he distrusted the stuff, had watched morphine go from blessing to curse for far too many men, and every other anodyne as well.

How dare a drug, any drug, relieve Holmes of his mental anguish when Watson dared nothing but too much Beaune at lunch to ease a shoulder that never once forgot to ache?






crossposted and written for the "7%" prompt at holmes100