Ran noted that tone and didn't like it in the least. Not any more than she liked that bitter laugh.

"Conan-kun, what are you talking about?" she asked cautiously, balancing him on her hip as she got out everything she'd need to bandage his arm. Her hand hesitated over a sterile stitching kit, and then took that as well.

Rather than sit him down on the bench so she could dress his wounds, Ran sat down herself and kept Conan in her lap, quickly ripping open a package of gauze and pressing it firmly to the still-bleeding gash. She didn't want to have to stitch him up -- she was no doctor after all, and while she could sew clothes, it was hardly the same thing -- but if the blood didn't stop soon she was going to have to.