"I am making the cabinet give me activated charcoal. Stop the process." John said with a tone of obviousness that was more suited to the detective.

And the cabinet gave it to him, along with a bottle of apple juice. Because Sherlock liked things a little sweet, John realized broken heartedly, and mixing it with the charcoal would make their savior method more palatable. He didn't linger on why the cabinet relented, considering the event locked room, but perhaps ingesting something bad for you was understandable in a love hotel. Measuring out the mixture with practiced, steady hands, he mixed the drink together and rushed back over to the detective.

"Here, quick, drink this before more of the drugs get absorbed."