When Hattori finds out, he was going to be beside himself for not protecting Conan better. His hope had been to get them both out of harm's way as fast as he possibly could would do the trick. He wasn't sure how much more he had in him given his physical condition.
As it was, he didn't notice Conan's pain as he laid fighting the urge to faint on the ground. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his brow and his fists kept tightening as he struggled, but otherwise had moved from where he landed. It took him a coupe of minutes before he got a hold of himself enough to become aware of his surroundings again and he noticed the smell of blood. It almost made him throw up, but he rolled over and looked at Conan. "Are you o- shit! What happened?"
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Date: 2019-02-06 12:20 am (UTC)As it was, he didn't notice Conan's pain as he laid fighting the urge to faint on the ground. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his brow and his fists kept tightening as he struggled, but otherwise had moved from where he landed. It took him a coupe of minutes before he got a hold of himself enough to become aware of his surroundings again and he noticed the smell of blood. It almost made him throw up, but he rolled over and looked at Conan. "Are you o- shit! What happened?"