"Look at me Sherlock," John rasped out through the smoke fogged room. Sherlock lay trembling on the floor covered in dust and a few minor chemical burns. His eyes were shut tightly and his hands clasped over his ears. "I am positively shaking myself and I did not even cause this. Sherlock?" John questioned the teenager who still lay on the floor.
The desk table was half eaten away by corrosive acid and the rest was marked or burned from the explosion. Chemistry books rested haphazardly on the floor and were singed around the edges. Shattered glass scattered across the expanse of the bedroom and bits were stuck in Sherlock's hair. Sherlock still did not get up.
"Sherlock?" John questioned again, louder this time. He maneuvered around the glass on the carpet to come to Sherlock's side. "Are you alright?" Sherlock still did not stir or remove his hands from his ears. John cautiously placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
Sherlock jumped at the contact and his blue eyes sprung open. His pupils were blown wide from adrenaline and his hands shook. He tried to stumble up but fell back down.
"What's wrong?" John commanded. Sherlock did not usually act like this. Usually the teen would be up and spouting off about the chemical properties of whatever concoction he just blew himself up with.
Sherlock scrutinized John's lips as they moved. He seemed confused. John did not like where his thoughts were leading.
"Talk to me Sherlock," John commanded once more, placing either hand on Sherlock's shoulders. The smoky fog began to dissipate.
"John…" Sherlock's voice was quiet and sounded hoarse. "I can't hear you." Sherlock voiced again, his words sounding far to quiet and not as articulate.
"You what?" John nearly shouted.
"Sherlock!" John shouted from his place on the double bed. "Help me with chemistry," John pleaded as Sherlock emerged from the bathroom towel drying his hair.
"Really John?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow with his questions.
"I know, shut up. It is confusing. Help me balance nitrogen dioxide plus water that produces nitric acid plus nitrogen monoxide," John whined, staring at his text book with a frown creasing his brow.
"Do it yourself. You are smart enough. I have physics to work on." Sherlock blew John off to go get his own text book.
"I hate you!" John shouted, frustrated enough to slam his book closed and ignore his homework.
"I love you too John," Sherlock laughed as he opened his own text book. John just huffed and pouted on the bed.
"What are you drinking John?" Sherlock questioned, pausing in his homework to stare at the can in John's hand.
"Yellow Rockstar. It is fantastic. Want to try it?" John questioned back, holding the can out to Sherlock.
"What exactly is it?" Sherlock edged away from the can, not wanting to try any unknown substances.
"A lemonade flavored energy drink. Non-carbonated. Now are you going to try it?" John chuckled and put the can closer to Sherlock. Sherlock stared at it for a moment before picking it up and taking it into his hands.
"Yes," Sherlock simply said before taking a sip of the beverage. He swallowed it and savored the taste before taking a bigger gulp. John laughed even more.
"You can have the rest of it. I'll just go and grab another can," John voiced while standing up. Little did her know the can Sherlock held was empty before he even stood up.