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justonetruth2010-01-03 08:29 pm
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[There's a Conan standing in an infirmary, staring up in annoyance at a glass-fronted cabinet full of gauze strips, and too short to reach them.
His left hand is pressed carefully against his right arm near the shoulder, blood leaking through his fingers, and his breathing is strained and shallow.
He might need some help.]
[[ooc: after this]]
His left hand is pressed carefully against his right arm near the shoulder, blood leaking through his fingers, and his breathing is strained and shallow.
He might need some help.]
[[ooc: after this]]
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For my wrist.
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and has gotten enough injuries in karate matchesthat she knows how to use it]Is it a fracture or a break?
[undoing the fastens on the splint, checking the size and the padding on the inside. It's a little big, but it should do]
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I don't think it's fractured. He twisted it a lot, but it didn't break.
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That, and the hard edge in her voice as she asks]
Who?
[she can tell which arm is sprained by the way he's holding it, and she reaches out to take it with a gentleness that's in stark contrast to the steel in her words, checking it against the splint. No, it's going to need a bit more padding. She reaches into the drawer the splint fell from and finds a roll, and starts wrapping around Conan's injured wrist, her other hand holding it firmly immobile so that she doesn't hurt him more in the process]
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He squeezes Conan's shoulder in mute warning, touch not strong enough to hurt, just enough to be insistent. This could be disastrous.]
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So he puts on his best "protective little brother" face.]
I don't want you to get hurt too.
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[This is her best "stern neechan" look, as she finishes wrapping his wrist and carefully eases the splint over it]
You need to tell me so that it won't happen again.
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Needless to say the cold pressure at Conan's shoulder isn't going anywhere.]
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He's not hard to identify. I can stay away from him just fine.
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But he's still dangerous. And what if he tries to go after another Conan-kun here?
[None of them are getting hurt if she can help it]
Please, Conan-kun. I need to know.
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... he probably needs one.]
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[Quiet, serious, making it obvious that he is not going to, never going to tell her.]
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If I don't know who he is I might get hurt anyway. [she finishes carefully tightening the velcro straps, checking to make sure the splint is secure] I promise I won't go after him.
[Yet. She sits back on her heels and observes her handiwork. It looks stable enough] How's that? Not too tight?
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If the ghost hadn't been here, he would have told Ran already, but he didn't want to risk the anger of a vengeful spirit.
Or just not answer it at all.]
That's good.
[A pause, glancing around.]
Do you see any painkillers, Ran-neechan?
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Well?
[She isn't giving up until he tells her :|]
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No, this is bad. The fact Ran keeps pushing is a sure sign that she's not going to forget and she is going to take things into her own hands -- Shinichi starts as the lightbulb nearest him blows with a small shower of sparks.
... well, if anything, it's a distraction?]
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A sudden burst of pain from his ribs catches him totally off-guard, and he lets out a startled cry.]
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This place is getting creepier by the second. Her initial instinct (honed by years of horror movies that she really should not have watched) is to get the heck out, but the sound that Conan made isn't a good one, she can tell.
She settles for casting a quick and defensive look around, and, seeing no immediate threat, crouches by the boy in a way that will hopefully allow her to shield him should anything show up]
Conan-kun, are you okay?
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[Quiet, still, focused inwardly, Shinichi begins to think.]
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Damn ghost.]
I'm... I'll be okay, Ran-neechan. It's okay. I bet that was just Shinichi-niisan!
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[Her eyes widen, and she looks around the room again with a very different expression]
Shinichi is here?
[She should have known. But why was he blowing light bulbs? Was something wrong?
But she still has to tend to Conan, and Ran reluctantly turns away from her attempts to see the ghost in order to steady the young boy]
Never mind. What happened? Are you still hurt somewhere?
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[And speaking of 1412 ...
Shinichi shifted to the door. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to think of keeping watch. That encounter must have shaken him more than he'd realised. ]
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[A pause, visibly debating if Ran-neechan would get mad again if he told her.
A glance away, little Conan-kun deciding that being in less pain was worth making Ran-neechan mad.]
My ribs hurt.
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/fails at life
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...it ate my tag.
what a horrid thing to do
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...holy crap I had a tag here.
XD
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