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[Not that Ran is giving up even remotely that easily. The poor boy is only seven]

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.

[You know, that is a problem. It's not like 1412 has a warning label attached.

... he probably needs one.]

I'm not letting you get hurt, Ran-neechan.

[Quiet, serious, making it obvious that he is not going to, never going to tell her.]

[He sounds so, so much like Shinichi sometimes, and it makes her sigh]

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?

[It would be stupid to think that this is the end of it, that Ran will forget this, but at least she isn't pushing this. Shinichi lets go of the pressure on Conan's shoulder, waiting to hear his response -- he's concerned too.]

[How to answer that. How to answer that...

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?

[Gets up and starts sorting through drawers for painkillers-- ah, there are the pill bottles. She tries to find one that will be strong enough but not too strong for children]

Well?

[She isn't giving up until he tells her :|]

[It's such a joy to see Ran strong and focused, even her anger seems new to the ghost. This is how she should be, determined no matter what the situation--

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?]

[Sparks fly, and Conan twitches around to see what that was, who that was, what just happened, and if it's 1412 somehow the thief is going to die and Ran is here an-----

A sudden burst of pain from his ribs catches him totally off-guard, and he lets out a startled cry.]

[Ran lets out a yelp of her own, dropping the bottle of pills she'd been holding and ducking instinctively, but she still manages to hear Conan's cry of pain.

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?

[The echo of pain (dull but sending throbbing memory down nerves that no longer exist) is the focus the ghost needs to pull himself together. 1412 hurt him -- and the lines between which him exactly are blurred -- threatened Ran and might hurt others. This --]

[Quiet, still, focused inwardly, Shinichi begins to think.]

[He presses a hand to his ribs, trying not to cough, since that would be painful.

Damn ghost.]

I'm... I'll be okay, Ran-neechan. It's okay. I bet that was just Shinichi-niisan!

Shinichi--

[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?

[Shinichi might be thinking hard, but his attention is caught by Ran's use of his name regardless. The ghost pauses a moment to study Ran as she goes back to tending to Conan before continuing to mull over the problem. First was taking care of him. Then they could deal with 1412.]

[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. ]

Uh huh. He was here earlier, helping me get bandaged up.

[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.

[That makes her tense again, all the more determined to find out who do this to him. Conan was just seven, for kami's sake. Who would do that to a seven year old?]

On which side? Can you breathe in okay?

((ooc: go ahead without me for a bit! I think ghost will jump back in later, but for now, he just wants Conan to get fixed up))

[[ooc: Okay!]]

Both sides, really. In the back. And yeah, it hurts to breathe.

But you aren't having any trouble breathing?

[What are you supposed to do for cracked or broken ribs... it isn't like they could be splinted or casted, so Ran supposes they'll just have to leave them as-is]

Have you taken any painkillers yet?

A little bit, but not too much.

[He glances at the bottle of medication that Ran dropped when the lightbulb blew.]

Not yet.

[She follows his glance to see where the bottle half-rolled under a cabinet]

Oh, sorry!

[Hurries over to retrieve it, and gets Conan a glass of water from the sink while she's at it. She hands him the glass and a couple of pills, worriedly checking him over at the same time]

You aren't hurt anywhere else?

No, just a headache.

[1412's sleeping gas was worse than KID's. Much worse. It left the head pounding and the eyes and nose and mouth and airways burning.

Not like he was going to tell her that. She (and Shinichi too) would start wondering how he got away.

A small, thankful smile as he takes the pills from her and downs them carefully.]

[She relaxes ever so slightly]

Then you should rest. Where's your room?

I don't want to go to sleep.

[folds her arms and gets That Look. You're going to wind up in bed one way or the other, mister]

What else were you planning to do? You're really injured!

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/fails at life

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