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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]]

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[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!

[And he looks up at her, very serious.]

I don't want to go to sleep.

[The idea is there, that he's hurt, that he's been hurt. That he doesn't want to sleep, to let his guard down, to be alone.

Mostly lies, but he wants to see her reaction to those lies.]

[her expression softens and she lets her arms fall]

You need to rest, Conan-kun. I'll stay with you, I promise.

Promise?

Promise. Until you wake up. [smiles encouragingly]

[A long moment, studying her.]

Okay.

[Here, Conan, have a faint pressure on your shoulder -- Shinichi's way of saying he approves.]

Do you want me to carry you?

[She thinks she can manage it without aggravating his ribs, and it would save him some trouble]

[Oh, he's not going to push his luck that far. Maybe.

But the pain and the after-affects of the sleeping gas are gradually encroaching more and more on his mind as the adrenalin rush wears off. He isn't sure if he can walk all the way back to his room.

So he nods.]

[ sorry guys! Ghost's gone incommunicado in this thread again -- think he'll be staying put in the hallway here. Please go on without him! ]

Let me know if it hurts, okay?

[She makes sure to scoop him up rather than pick him up, supporting him underneath his legs and keeping him carefully cradled to her chest as she stands]

What room are you in?

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/fails at life

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