"Uh, nope. Didn't sleep at all, actually. I was dead. The dead don't sleep." Owen says, wiping his arm before pulling out the needle. John watched closely as the IV was inserted into Sherlock's skin with ease.
He then taped the IV to Sherlock's arm before moving to hang the bag from the rack, and attaching the hose to it. He then let the saline run through the hose until he squirted onto the floor before stopping it and hooking it up to the small line Sherlock's arm.
"Alright, lay back." Owen stated, pulling out a small vile of Methadone and pulling out the required amount. He then moved to the IV line and screwed the syringe into it before injecting the fluid.
"You know, Meg's been a problem around here for awhile. She sent my wife into early labor." He admits, picking up his mess and starting to pack his things up.
"I'll be staying until the IV is empty." He informs them, zipping his bag closed. "And leave the IV lock in your arm, please. I'll need it in the morning and I don't like having to restick you."