John was taken aback by the way Sherlock told him it was none of his business, he opened his mouth to talk, but Sherlock was already spitting out more information.
"Morph- Sherlock, you're doing Morphine?" He asked, placing a finger on his mouth. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Drugs? Sherlock hadn't been on drugs in years.
"Sherlock, what's wrong? You weren't... You aren't like this. What's happened?" John asked, his heart slowly shattering into several pieces as he tried to figure out what was going on.