[The sheer relief and remnants of fear faded to the anger that he'd kept quiet in fear of Sherlock's recovery, for good or ill.]

I'm sorry, you were too busy dying of an overdose, 'home' isn't exactly outfitted with lifesaving equipment and doctors.

What on earth were you thinking, Sherlock!? Where did you even get them!?

[Them, of course, meaning the drugs.]

They didn't know what you were on. Do you have the faintest idea how incredibly lucky you are!?