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Yet another Conan has come to the Dressing Room. One who was actually a bit taller than the usual Conan. He looks more like he's eleven. Maybe even twelve.

Brought in kind of at a bad time too.

Which should be obvious to anyone who happens upon him as he stumbled through the hallway as he's clutching at his arm. Which is bleeding. Quite heavily. And that's not accounting for all the smaller cuts, torn clothing, and bruises covering the rest of his body.

"Damn it," he muttered, leaning against a wall. "Hello! Heiji! Kaito! Anyone!" Damn, damn, damn, where was he?! One minute he's running from Snake after escaping narrowly from the 'little surprise' left for Kid in his landing spot, and now he's in some hotel. At least it felt like his arm was only grazed, but he'd need stitches and he really couldn't afford going to a hospital.

If he could find a phone in...wherever here was.

He didn't even recognize this place!

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[Aoko notices the Conan and she was worried about him. He's bleeding!]

Are you okay, Conan-kun?!

Conan looks towards her, looking quite surprised. "N-Nakamori-neechan..." He said. "What are you..."

No, wait. Don't say anything he can't take back. That'd be bad.

"No...I need stitches for my arm. The bleeding won't stop. Too deep a cut, but...I don't think it's an artery."

[She begins to remain calm, breathing in and out slowly.] Aoko has a medical kit you can use. Do you want Aoko to help?

"Yes! If you can't do the stitches, i can, but I won't be able to thread it with my arm like this." He's kind of in the hurry because a small body couldn't afford to lose as much blood as a bigger one.

[Thankfully, Aoko was skilled in this type of thing, having done it on herself for one of her plays. She then took out her medical kit and removed the patches that people would've normally use And began to sew it on. Thank goodness for that.]

What happened? How did you-?

He grits his teeth as she started the stitches. He was used to getting them, but he still hatedhaving to get them.

"I guess even news can't travel that fast. seems someone has it out for the Kid."

[Kid? Who is that? Aoko's really confused, actually, never having heard of him. She closed her eyes, her voice attempting to stay calm while she stitched the patch on.]

What do you mean by Kid?

"For Kid, not by. You should know Kid doesn't hurt people. Nakamori-keibu is very insistent on it," Conan said. He didn't notice her confusion quite yet.

The pain was distracting.

This Kaito is younger than the one he's likely looking for. It's pretty obvious to him at least that this Conan is too old to be the one he knows. That's not what matters though. It's still a version of Conan and he's hurt. Why does he keep running into versions of his detectives in bad condition?

And did he just call for Kaito? "What the- What happened?!"

Conan is not in any condition whatsoever to see if this is his Kaito or not. He looks Kaito-ish and that's the important part.

"The building exploded and Snake was around. What do you THINK happened?!"

He's kind of in a bad mood too. Pain would do that.

Buildings exploding? Snake? Well that sounded wonderful. This was obviously not the time to mention that he doesn't really know what Conan's talking about. That arm looked bad.

"... Let's get you out of here. We need to do something about that arm." Ugh, why didn't he raid the infirmary the last time he was in there? He was definitely doing it this time just in case. The infirmary was a bit farther away than it was when he'd found Hakuba, but he couldn't leave the arm like that for too long.

Taking his jacket off he pressed it tightly against the wound on Conan's arm. "There's an infirmary in this place, but this is going to have to do until we can get there."

((Fff. I think this is what you're supposed to do in a situation like this. XD;))

Conan will notice that. Eventually. After the adrenalin wears off and the bleeding's stopped.

"Good. Lead the way," Conan said, pushing the jacket against his wear. It slowed down the bleeding some, the jacket able to apply pressure effectively that just his hand.

((OOC: Close enough for me!}}

Kaito was quick to do just that, guiding Conan towards the infirmary without another word.

Surprisingly it didn't take as long as he'd thought it would to find it this time, but he'd think about that more later.

"I swear this place is way too convenient." He grumbled to himself after taking Conan over to the couch so he could sit down and going to the medical cabinets to look for stiches, bandages and some disinfectant.

"If I hadn't seen weirder, I might worry, but at least this place makes it easy to find the medical supplies," Conan said, climbing onto the couch, keeping the pressure on his arm until Kaito was ready to give him the stitches.

Well, that's an interesting comment, but that can wait. Finding what he was looking for, he headed back to the couch. "Good point. Here."

((Um, He should know all about first aid, but I don't. XD;))

"Neh, no comment about how I've lost it? You must be worried," Conan said, moving the jacket, gritting his teeth when Kaito would clean the wound and stitch it back up.

Hated stitches. Hated them so much.

((OOC: That's what glossing over is for.))

"Heh. Well considering all the weird things I've seen lately, I don't think I'm one to comment on your possible lack of sanity." He replied as he got to work. He could sympathize about the stitches. He hated getting them too, and he'd even had to stitch his own wounds back up more than once, but he was sure Conan would agree it was better than bleeding to death. He'd almost done that too, from far worse injuries.

Luckily for him, there were plenty of people who did know this place by now. Ran might be directionally challenged (and she was firmly of the opinion that it wasn't her fault, especially with the way the mansion worked), but she knew where all the important rooms were. Most importantly, the infirmary.

And even if she hadn't, there was no way she could have walked away after hearing the pained, strained tone in Conan's voice. It just wouldn't have been her.

She was carrying a couple of books, having been on her way back from the library, but Ran dropped them without a second thought and took off running for where she'd heard the call coming from.

"Conan-kun!" He wasn't far, thank goodness. Ran rounded a corner into the next hallway, sneakers digging into the carpet, and caught sight of the boy leaning heavily against the wall further down the corridor. The blood dripping down his arm attracted her attention almost immediately, keeping her from noticing any age discrepancies. "Conan-kun!"

This was the second injured Conan she'd run into in less than half a month, Ran reflected worriedly as she ran over and dropped to her knees in front of the boy. Maybe she should start carrying bandages with her.

"What happened?" she demanded, reaching out to clamp her hand firmly over the wound until she could find something to stem the bleeding with. Ripping her shirt might work...

Conan looked up at the voice and froze, his eyes widening dramatically. In fact, he didn't move even an inch until she touched him.

And then he jerked back like he had been burn. "No...no, I don't need this. Not again..."

He believed it a delusion. A hallucination of blood loss. And something he couldn't face. He didn't look away from Ran, but his expression did change from the shock and surprise. Now...he looked terrified.

Ran stopped dead with her hand still outstretched, shocked and surprised by Conan's reaction. "Wh-what...?"

He looked so scared. Of her. Ran had met her share of alternate Conans in this world, but she hadn't ever met one so terrified just to see her.

What had she done in his world to warrant that kind of reaction?

"Conan-kun," she said again, more softly, attempting to reach out for his wound again. Slowly, he's already scared... "I'm not going to hurt you. Please, just let me see. You're bleeding really bad..."

"That's kind of obvious!" Conan said, hysterics entering his tone. "Clearly I'm hallucinating from blood loss! If I let you treat it, I'll bleed to death. This can only be in my head." Logic. He was trying to apply logic with what didn't fit with how he saw things.

Ran was gone.

That wasn't going to change.

And he didn't dare to try to believe otherwise.

"You aren't hallucinating," Ran said sharply, perhaps a bit moreso than she'd intended. She didn't like seeing Conan like this. It was frightening.

This time she grabbed his arm more firmly, though she was careful to keep her movements slow and deliberate. She could feel the blood trickling warm and slick under her fingers, and tightened her grip enough to bruise, hoping to stem the flow. Before anything else, she had to stop the bleeding.

"This isn't your home, Conan-kun," Ran said as calmly as she could, keeping eye contact with the boy and doing her best to sound reassuring. "I know it seems really strange, but you have to trust me, okay?"

Conan jerked back, trying to get away. "I know it's not! There shouldn't be a building...and you...you should KNOW, but you still..." It was clear that he was starting to panic. He was terrified and confused, looking around wildly like he was trying to escape.

She didn't have a choice. He was so desperate that Ran was half-tempted to let him go, but there wasn't anyone else around to help him treat his wounds. She hung on tight as Conan tried to yank away, and then used the resulting momentum to pull him close and into her arms in one smooth movement.

That was when she first really noticed that Conan was bigger than he should be -- and heavier, nearly causing her to fall over when she tried to stand with him, expecting a much lighter child. She half-staggered, regained her footing, and quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. That could come later.

"You're right, there shouldn't be a building," she said firmly, already turning towards the infirmary. She never thought that explaining what the mansion was might actually reassure someone, but Conan was so frightened about being here that she didn't know what else to do. "And I'm not... I'm not the Ran-neechan you know. This isn't your world, Conan-kun."

Surprisingly, those words caused Conan to freeze. "Not my...world?" He said softly.

And then he went limp in her arms. "No...no...that DAMN tree! That GODDAMN TREE!" He growled angrily, but there was a...resignation in his voice as well.