For Conan!

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(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.

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Conan holds himself still as she places a hand on her shoulder, and imperceptibly leans into her touch. "It wasn't Heiji-niichan's fault. We weren't expecting a whole criminal group to show up like that."

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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Ran can't argue with that, but it doesn't help how much she worries. He was so little and fragile and yet he acted like he was indestructible! No matter how often he got hurt, it didn't seem to change his mind either. For all his smarts, he was downright oblivious about his own safety.

"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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"Mmm, I'll still be here." He suspected that it would be a while before he'd be able to run around again. It was annoying to him, but at least he wouldn't worry Ran while he was stuck in bed.

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Ran gave him a warm smile and promised to be back in a bit.

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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"We're in the hospital." Conan casts him an assessing glance. "How much do you remember?"

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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“Not how we got here. I remember us being in the woods hiding from that criminal group. But how would I know if I wasn’t remembering something?” He teased.

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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"You had a concussion," Conan tells him bluntly. "Once we got to the woods you started getting confused and losing track of conversations. I contacted Haibara, and the professor picked us up and got us to the hospital. I've already passed the evidence on to the police."

Conan tosses the omamori over to him.

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Hattori frowns. He remembered that part. However, the news he started having memory and concentration problems wasn't good. He takes the omamori back and puts it on immediately.

"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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"I just got clipped by one," he protests. "I've had much worse than that before."

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Hattori sighed and laid back against the bed. He wanted to come up with more arguments- not that he even knew why- but he was prevented by his parents and Kazuha coming in. It was his turn to endure everyone fussing over him. It became obvious pretty fast that the boy was cranky and was told to go back to sleep.

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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....Of course the kids would be here. Conan was usually happy to see them, but today it was just adding one more thing onto a very long day.

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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Hattori opened one eye at them before rolling over so his back was to them. He muttered something about worse than Kazuha’s snoring.

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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"I don't think eel is on the menu here," Conan offers diplomatically. He sighs as he spots the other two in the hallway.

"You two might as well come in."

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At that invitation the other two kids come dashing in with a cheer and clamor up onto the bed.

“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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The kids could be exhausting to deal with sometimes. This was one of those times. And Hattori was clearly going to be of no use.

"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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“But it still had to hurt!” Ayumi pointed out. She looked at his bandages with concern. “I don’t want to get shot! Why do you keep getting shot?”

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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"I hope you realize that they're going to get revenge for that later," Conan tells Hattori. "If you're really unlucky, Haibara will help them plot."

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“Then you’ll have to help me spoil their plans.” Hattori returned easily. His apparent aggravated mood immediately gone once the kids were out of the emotion. “You know we’re going to be here overnight so you might as well get some rest.”

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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Conan leans back against his pillows and inspects the bandages on his leg.

"I guess you're right. I can't exactly go anywhere right now, anyway."

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Hattori seemed pretty satisfied with that answer and went back to sleep. Ran came in for a brief time before she had to say her dad was taking her home but they'd be back in the morning. Everything was quieting down for the night. All except four individuals who guessed the two boys had been taken to the nearest hospital.

They searched in pairs for looking for the one name they had- Heiji Hattori. If they found the boys they had two syringes full of poison to silence the detective and the little brat running around with him.

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Conan was a light sleeper. The nightmares usually saw to that. But after the day he'd just had, he'd fallen into a much deeper sleep than usual. He doesn't begin to stir until the footsteps are already outside the door. He wakes up as the door creaks open, but by then it is already too late.

He barely has time to shout a warning to Hattori before one of them is yanking him by his collar and preparing the syringe.

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Hattori didn't sleep quite as lightly as Conan did on a good day. Tonight wasn't one of those. He felt something was off. They'd forgotten something or overlooked some critical detail. He'd started to finally drift off when he heard the door open. Why was Conan sneaking out? He opened his eyes and looked up.

"Ah!" He cried, rolling off his bed quickly out of reach of some dark figure. The other one had Conan already! He yanked the IV off his arm and ignored the trickle of blood it caused. Snagging the pole an IV bag used to hang on but wasn't in use, he swung it like a staff.

All the motion happened so fast, the thug didn't have any time to react. He didn't move before the metal pole was crashing against the side of his head, knocking him out cold. The other one tossed Conan to the side and charged Hattori. The two fell to the floor, struggling.

A nurse came to the door and screamed. She'd heard Heiji's initial cry and had come to investigate what she'd guessed was a nightmare. She went dashing over to check on Conan.

All the commotion ended as Hattori had his arm wrapped around the man's neck. He dodged a headbutt, only for the criminal to knock himself out by hitting the floor instead. The Osakan native muttered a curse when the large man was unconscious right on top of him, but he managed to shove him off.

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When the thug had thrown him to the side, Conan had had just enough presence of his mind to turn enough that he'd impacted the bedside table with his side rather than his head, before tumbling back to the ground. (One concussion today had been more than enough.)

Unfortunately the excitement had done nothing for the injury he'd just finished getting stitched up, and he'd ripped the stitches open again. Recognizing this, the nurse quickly calls for help as she pulls out supplies from a cart, and starts pressing gauze down over the wound.

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Only when Hattori was sure the man was unconscious did he let go and come running to Conan's side. He ignored the nurse eyeing him warily for being in a fight only a few moments ago.

"Conan-kun! Are you alright? I should've known those guys were going to come looking for us. It wouldn't have been hard to guess we'd end up at the local hospital."

"Who are they?" The nurse asks, still unsure if Hattori should be considered a threat or not yet.

"Criminals we infiltrated earlier today. We found evidence that would incriminate them and turned it over to the police. Conan-kun and I are detectives. Be careful with him!"

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"I'm fine," Conan says irritably. The pain from opening up his injury again was not doing anything for his demeanor.

"And I should have thought of it too." Who would have thought they'd be that dedicated to taking out witnesses?

"Did you get the syringes? The police are going to want to know what they were trying to give us."