[The mini twitch of Sherlock's lips, that almost self satisfied air at outwitting the system, should be telling that he has more than four bottles. But his expression smooths quickly, he can see the danger zones and he doesn't actually want to be punched.
He sighs and pushes his hand into his coat pocket, bringing out a pill bottle. If John is looking closely, he might be able to see his own name as the prescribing doctor, but the pills shaken out are clearly not morphine, but Fentora.
Sherlock holds out a small handful of around six pills.]
This should be more than sufficient for a short surgery and convalescence period.
cw: drug addiction
He sighs and pushes his hand into his coat pocket, bringing out a pill bottle. If John is looking closely, he might be able to see his own name as the prescribing doctor, but the pills shaken out are clearly not morphine, but Fentora.
Sherlock holds out a small handful of around six pills.]
This should be more than sufficient for a short surgery and convalescence period.