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[There are loud crashing noises coming from one of the rooms, followed by the sound of shattering glass and a few more ominous thumps. It goes silent again for a few moments, before the door is flung open and someone flies out of the room, skidding across the wooden floors of the hallway and colliding painfully with the opposite wall.

It's another Kaito, though clearly not one of the more normal ones. He's dressed in a dull green jumpsuit indicative of prison garb, and a light-gray, metal collar with a bar-code adorning the front is looped around his neck. His appearance isn't helped by the dark red blood stains that spatter his clothing and smear across his cheek. Nor does is it helped by the light trail of blood that now streaks across the floor where he slid, and the droplets that now line the wall where he landed.

He's breathing heavily as he lifts a hand to wipe his mouth, and he freezes mid-motion. His gaze darts frantically around the hallway, and despite his seemingly serious injuries, he's on his feet within seconds, taking a defensive stance and glancing frantically at his surroundings]

The hell--

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[Kaito, on the other hand, continued to stumble backward. The kid didn't have a collar... so he wasn't a prisoner. Which meant... if they were still in the prison, that he worked for the bastards who owned the place.

He had lost far too much blood to think about things rationally]

I don't need help from you! I need to get back to where I came from!

[Unfortunately, Shinichi sees this, and realises that logic isn't going to get through to someone if they're not even listening to a word he's saying.]

Kuroba! [With one sharp movement he had a hold of the other boy's wrist, and was dragging him towards the nearest door.] Right now, you have no control over that, same as the rest of us! And aside from that, you're in no condition to do anything! Now you can either start helping yourself and work with me to get you better, or I can knock you out and we can treat that as well as everything else!

[The fact that he's still terrified from his nightmare may have something to do with his actions. Oh, and he's perfectly able to drag a human teenager - even as a chibi, vampire strength is enhanced that far, at least, and Kaito is still only human. Shinichi's eyes may be flashing, his teeth elongating slightly as his instinct to protect the Kaito took over.]

[-- whoa. This kid is surprisingly strong for being so small. Nevertheless, Kaito isn't about to let a stranger drag him to place unknown.

He pulls against Conan's grip as hard as he can, though it might not be enough to break it]

The heck is your problem?!

[Not enough to break it, but definitely enough to force him to loosen his grip - he doesn't want to add a broken arm or a torn muscle to the rest of the injuries.]

My problem is that you were being unreasonable, and I'm actually trying to help, you idiot! [He illustrates his point by opening the door he'd been leading them to with his free hand, so that Kaito could see that it lead into the Infirmary. Shinichi breathed, trying to calm himself down as well.] You've been losing blood. We need to get that bleeding stopped as soon as possible, and it'd be best if you'd co-operate with me.

[There were other things as well, but this would be a beginning. A very good start. The smell of the blood was starting to get to him.]

Why the heck are you-- [but as soon as the infirmary door is opened and Kaito stumbles inside, he's overcome by a severe wave of dizziness. The symptoms of severe blood loss are finally beginning to settle in, and he lifts a hand to rub his forehead. Conan might notice a shallow gash on his right arm, followed by a much deeper on on his side]

... ouch.

[Shinichi lead them to a bed, and let go.] You - sit. Now. [He then went off to fetch things in order to clean and dress the wounds, or at least what he hoped were the right things. Being able to heal oneself from most things tended to put him behind on his first aid.]

Sheesh. You're even worse than my Kaito - and by the way, you're going to have to get out of those clothes before I can help you with that. [He put the things down on a nearby table, ready and waiting if he was needed. He's eyeing the gash on Kaito's right arm rather obviously, thoughts turned introspective.]

[Kaito plops onto the bed, giving Conan a confused look as the kid bustles around the infirmary]

The hell do you mean by your Kaito?

The Kuroba Kaito I know where I'm from. This place is a multidimensional nexus - it's full of alternate versions of us and the people we know. I'm... do you know someone called Kudo Shinichi? I'm his distant cousin.

[There's a sort of hesitation there that Kaito might be able to pick up on, though - if he weren't so affected by blood loss. Meanwhile, Shinichi sighs and sets to work getting rid of the jumpsuit with a pair of scissors, since Kaito's too occupied with questions to think about it, not to mention not completely with it.]

In my world, he's the Kaitou Kid. And the Kaitou Kid would never hurt anyone. And anything opposite to that seems to be the twisted exception to the rule. Which is why I'm helping you even though you look like you're dressed like a prison inmate. Idiot...

You're-- [this was a lot of information to take in at once, especially with a hazy mind, but Kaito was sure he had all the important facts down... this kid was Kudo's cousin in... some distant, parallel world? Where he also existed as Kaitou Kid?

It sounded like some weird science fiction novel. Then again, Kaito's entire life had turned into a weird science fiction novel.

When Conan brandished the scissors, Kaito lifted a hand to work on shakily unzipping his prison-issued jumpsuit]

... 's weird. [he mumbled it underneath his breath as he gave Conan a long, hard, suspicious look]

[Kaito doing things himself was good too - or it would be if Shinichi couldn't practically feel that shaking. And he was only saying so much at once so that the guy understood that he wasn't about to stab him in the back or something.]

Tell me about it. I've met an alien version of Hakuba, a ghost version of you, an immortal version of me, and I've heard of a version of you who's an insane assassin. And that's not mentioning my life before here. [Spoken rather dryly, as if that last point amused him somewhat with the irony.

His eyes narrowed.] I can help, you know.

[Kaito lifts a free hand to wave it at Conan] I'm fine. I'm not helpless. I can do it myself.

[His frown deepens as he lets the kid's words sink in as much as they can through his dizziness]

For one thing, you are not fine. For another, I wasn't going to say that you were helpless, but you are damn stubborn. You don't need to be helpless to accept help, you know. [Crosses his arms.] You need to have that bleeding stopped. You've already lost enoug - your pulse is going too fast to be healthy, as well as several other things that simply equate to not good.

[Kaito thinking about what he'd said was the point. Keep him awake, and aware. Give him something to think about and question. Come on, take the bait...]