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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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... stay?

[karates_doors]

Silly. I promised I would, didn't I? {she takes his uninjured hand and gives it a gentle squeeze]

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[He clutches at her hand, slowly drifting off to sleep.]

[karates_doors]

[Ran doesn't let go even as she sits on the bed and carefully makes herself comfortable next to him, doing her best not to disturb him. Maybe when he wakes up she'll be able to get him to tell her who did this to him.

And then she can stop them.]