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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?

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?!"

"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.

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.

"So would that mean this is another dimension then, that enjoys to steal people from across time as well? I would think even you would be a bit beat up from the explosion," Conan commented. Injuries he was quite familiar with.

He could probably compete with Kid by this point.

Though now he was getting a good look at Kaito. "...you look too young to be 22."

He figured he'd notice eventually. "That's because I'm pretty sure I'm not the Kaito you know." He answered. "I'd say that's a pretty good description of this place."

"Oh. What. Joy," Conan said, not looking the least bit happy. "And considering Kaito had been in that place just as long as me the first time around, it's somewhere new with that sort of response from you."

The scowl was quite deep on his face. "Do you know if time passes back home? Because I'd rather not have Kaito and Heiji think I got killed."

Thinking of the dead Shinichi he couldn't help but wince at that. "No I don't think time passes here, apparently a couple of people have gotten sent back before and they said they returned to around the time they left."

He frowned. "If you don't mind my asking, exactly where were you before anyway?"

He was nearly done with the stitches by now. He just needed to tie them off properly.

"Good," Conan said with a sigh. "It's bad enough that I'll probably have to go into hiding when I get back anyway. Snake saw me."

And it didn't take a genius to figure out who the kid with the glasses might be, around where Kid was heading.

"Warehouse district after a Kid heist. High chance of it being Pandora."

Kaito whistled, no wonder things went to hell! "I was actually talking about the place you and your Kaito were stuck at for so long, but jeez. I hope your Kid got it."

"And you are such a trouble magnet. How do you keep getting yourself into these messes?" Not that he had room to talk or anything.

"...that place doesn't matter. Not like I'll ever see that place again," Conan said. He didn't like thinking about it too much. He only ever did to help him buy some of the crazier stuff he had to face.

Conan scoffed. "Oh yeah. Because it's totally MY fault that the guy who was after YOU figured out your likely location landing and planted a bomb."

That got another wince. "Well you didn't have to be so close to it when it went off!"

Finally done with the arm, he paused to run a hand through his hair. The sleeves of his shirt, being somewhat shorter than the sleeves of his coat don't hide his wrists as well so the old scars that form a circle around them are actually quite visible, but he hasn't noticed yet. Not that that's really important right now.

"We knew there was gonna be something following you. We didn't count on them predicting the right landing spot and setting up the bomb," Conan said.

Conan checked the stitch work. "And you know, I only ever started really getting a bunch of scars AFTER I started working with you, so I think it's your luck, not mine."

He looked back at Kaito, eyes drawn to his wrists. "...though I can't say I recognize those."

"Oi oi, my luck isn't that bad..." He said defensively.

He blinked in confusion for a moment before he realized what Conan was referring too.

Shit.

He shifted his hands so they were behind his back on the couch. Not the best way to distract the detective from them, but it was an automatic response. At least he tried to make it look casual. "Er, I don't think I know what you're Tantei-kun..."

How was he supposed to explain this?

"You don't attract dead bodies, but you attract every other violent crime that isn't sexual," Conan said bluntly.

His eyes narrowed at that. "You know very well what I'm talking about."

Poker Face! Poker Face!

His smile may have looked a little strained. "These... These are nothing! I, uh, They're nothing you need to worry about!"

And he'd been doing such a good job hiding them. He didn't want to think about it and he really didn't want to explain it. Especially not to Conan. Maybe he should leave he should leave now that Conan was alright...

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