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deductionrival) wrote2019-01-29 11:16 am
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For Conan!
(Stolen from bakerstreet's 'handcuffed' meme)
Upon waking, Conan will find himself in some kind of musty storage room with the faintest scent of chloroform, still lingering on his face. The lighting keeps flickering every few moments and there are several sets of shelves lining the walls sparsely full of unmarked boxes. There's a layer of dust on just about everything and as he becomes more aware of his surroundings, he'll notice something on his wrist and something heavy attached to it.
When he looks, he'll find his friend Hattori laying on the floor next to him. There's a gash on his brow near his temple with dried blood smearing that area of his face and a few other visible injuries like he'd been in a fight. His knuckles are bruised and his bottom lip is split with a dark mark on the side of his jaw where he'd been struck with something. The dark skinned detective is almost perfectly still, giving the impression he was in even more dire shape than those minor injuries if it wasn't for the very subtle movement of his chest indicating breathing.
The oddest thing is the handcuffs that are attached to one of each of their wrists, holding them together. It looks like a very simple police grade cuff, but if Conan examines them they are solid without any cracks to show they open.
Upon waking, Conan will find himself in some kind of musty storage room with the faintest scent of chloroform, still lingering on his face. The lighting keeps flickering every few moments and there are several sets of shelves lining the walls sparsely full of unmarked boxes. There's a layer of dust on just about everything and as he becomes more aware of his surroundings, he'll notice something on his wrist and something heavy attached to it.
When he looks, he'll find his friend Hattori laying on the floor next to him. There's a gash on his brow near his temple with dried blood smearing that area of his face and a few other visible injuries like he'd been in a fight. His knuckles are bruised and his bottom lip is split with a dark mark on the side of his jaw where he'd been struck with something. The dark skinned detective is almost perfectly still, giving the impression he was in even more dire shape than those minor injuries if it wasn't for the very subtle movement of his chest indicating breathing.
The oddest thing is the handcuffs that are attached to one of each of their wrists, holding them together. It looks like a very simple police grade cuff, but if Conan examines them they are solid without any cracks to show they open.
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The rest of the drive was relatively quick. It was kind of a blur before they were both put on stretchers and taken into the hospital. Conan was greeted by the whole kid crew waiting anxiously along with Ran and her dad. The stretcher with Hattori didn’t wait for any greeting as he was rushed in for treatment.
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But there was no time to talk before he was being quickly whisked into an examination room. The staff there quickly unwrapped his makeshift bandage and properly treated the injury. Minutes later he is wheeled back out, his leg properly stitched and bandaged, and he is left to recover in one of the hospital rooms.
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Only after getting the okay, she approached him like he was something very fragile and made of glass. "Oh, Conan-kun! We were so worried about you! And look, you got hurt." Her bottom lip quivered slightly as she imagined how much pain he must be in. If only she could wrap him up in her arms and make everything better.
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Conan forces a smile.
"Don't worry, Ran-neechan! I'm okay. I was with Heiji-niichan the whole time."
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She worried her bottom lip a moment but before she could come up with anything else, the person in question was being wheeled into the room by a medical tech. Hattori was still sleeping, but there were bandages over his injuries now. Once the bed was locked into place, the tech glanced their way and said, "Don't be too loud, he needs to rest."
"We won't," Ran promised. Although now she knew the Boys Detective Club shouldn't come in here till Hattori was awake. To Conan, she explained (not that he'd asked), "His parents and Kazuha are on their way." She reached into her pocket and pulled out his lucky charm. "If I'm not here when he wakes up, would you give this to him? He must've dropped it before he left this morning."
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He closes his hand around the charm, and nods."I will. He was worried about it earlier."
He frowns as a thought occurs. "Ran-neechan? Could you do something else for me? I gave the professor a folder. Could you make sure that Megure-keibu gets it? It's important."
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"Of course, Conan-kun! Why don't you try and take a nap and I'll go talk to everyone outside? Is it okay if I come back in a while to check on you?"
Hattori mumbled something about a foul ball and rolled over in his sleep.
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It’s an hour or so before Hattori stirs. His head hurts and he has no clue where he is. Groaning, he rolled over and blinked when he saw Conan in a hospital bed. What happened? He tried to sit up and groaned again- ow! Bad idea! Oh right. He was in a hospital bed too.
“Psst! Conan-kun! What happened? We were in the woods...”
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He glances down at the charm in his hand. "Ran found your omamori, by the way. You left it at the agency."
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His face lit up at the mention of the omamori. “The agency? I didn’t even bring it?” No wonder they ended up in such bad shape!
“Fill me in.”
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Conan tosses the omamori over to him.
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"Okay, so I got a little banged up. But so did you. You got shot again." So he wasn't the only one that messed things up- although technically if he was the one carrying Conan, wasn't he to blame for the leg injury too? Don't point that out.
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This worked until the boys detective club snuck in. Genta came bounding in the room oblivious that he should be quiet or.. not bounding. “Conan! I’m hungry and we’ve been waiting forever to see you!”
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Conan quickly hushes him.
"This is a hospital, Genta. There are people here trying to sleep." But he leans back against the pillows and resigns himself to visitors.
"Are Ayumi and Mitsuhiko here too?"
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Genta crawled up and plopped down on the end of Conan’s bed before pointing at the door. It was still ajar and trying to be very subtle were the other two peeking around it. “They were worried you wouldn’t want to see us, but you do right? I heard they feed you any time you push the nurse button in a hospital. Is that true? Can we order eel?”
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"You two might as well come in."
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“Conan! Is it true you got shot again?” Ayumi asked, her mouth drawn in a worried pout.
“Did you get the evidence?” Mitsuhiko was more concerned about the case and whether Conan had solved it.
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"Hey, hey, calm down." He holds his hands up. "One question at a time. I did get shot, but it wasn't like that one time. It just grazed me. As long as I rest I'll be fine. And we did get the evidence. I already handed it over to the police."
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Genta was also sulking. “Is there something else on the menu if eel isn’t?” He rummaged around the bed looking for the nurse call button.
Mitsuhiko opened his mouth to make a comment too but then Heiji was rolling back their way with a seething look on his face. “Will you three get out of here or shut up? Idiots! Some of us are trying to sleep!”
Ayumi dove behind Genta to hide and Mitsuhiko almost fell off the bed trying to get down fast. With a myriad of apologies the kids dashed from the room.
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He covered his mouth as he yawned. “Tomorrow we can figure out if the police caught those criminals or if we need to do more.”
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"I guess you're right. I can't exactly go anywhere right now, anyway."
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