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[Conan is on his hands and knees in the lobby.]

[Coughing up blood.]

[And his clothes are pretty much covered in the stuff and there's a gaping hole in his shirt, on both sides. Though his flesh through the hole seems fine.]

Guh... [A few more coughs, the blood coming out significantly less. He sits back, taking deep breathes.] Damn it...Beatrice, that's not pleas...ant... [Oh wait. This isn't the Golden Land. Or the Island.]

....THIS IS NOT A GOOD TIME!

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[Her breath freezes in her lungs. She's already so pale that this new dread makes her worry, for a fraction of a section, that she'll faint -- but she's quick to rally again. Now would be the worst time to give into something like that. Conan needs help]

The... the Island?

[It's an effort to get her voice working again; even more of one to move her feet. But at the very absolute least she now has confirmation that this is not her Conan, and it helps just a little bit. She falteringly continues her treck to the infirmary]

Beato? Revived?

[The last question is just a little sharp. If there's a way on his world to raise the dead...]

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

It's...it's really complicated.

The Island is like this place, but less...picky. And apparently when people die on it, they always revive in a week. Beato, ah, Beatrice can do the same thing, but she's quicker.

I...I don't know how. For either of them. It's not something I can understand yet.

But I'm fine! Really. No pain or anything. And breathing was pretty essential, thus the coughing, so I can't be...undead or something like that.

[stillpushingon.livejournal.com]

...You should still be checked out.

[She forces her breathing to return to normal, fights back the sick dizziness that had been threatening to grab a hold of her, but that's as much control as she's able to get for now. Her grip is like gentle steel -- careful not to hurt him, but rigid enough to proclaim that nothing's getting to the younger boy without going through her first.

The infirmary door is already slightly ajar, so it's a simple matter of leaning on it to make their way inside, where Ran sets Conan down on the clean white bed and start methodically checking all of the blood stains.

It doesn't look like the colour's going to return to her cheeks for a while]

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...okay. [He didn't fight it. He couldn't deny Ran a way to sate her worry. It was a rather horrifying sight, to see a little kid covered in blood. She wasn't panicking, that was the important part.]

[But true to his word, he was perfectly fine. His clothes were done for, but he was physically fine.] See? Everything checks out, right? [A quiet voice, looking at her with concern. He'd had plenty of time to watch her as she checked over him and she seems a bit..off. In a way that made him worry, though he wasn't precisely sure why.]

[stillpushingon.livejournal.com]

I think so...

[Her voice is quiet and unsure as her hands continue to flutter over his body, anxiously checking for injury. She's no doctor, and doesn't particularly trust her own diagnosis. There aren't any obvious wounds or bruising, but she still uneasily finds herself wishing - not for the first time - that Araide-sensei was in the Mansion. Or somebody, anybody who knows more about this than she does.

She needs to think. If what Conan has told her is true, what's the most likely to be the most immediate danger? The wounds are healed and he'd said he'd been revived, but she doesn't know how this 'Island' works. Can it have fixed everything?

In the end, all she can think of to do is to rummage through the supply cabinets for a stethoscope. He had been coughing up blood, and if there's still some in his lungs... well, she isn't sure what to do next, but there are plenty of medical books in here. She'll find something.

Ran's had enough checkups of her own to know where to place the stethoscope to listen to the lungs. She puts the earbuds in, brushes the edges of his tattered shirt aside, and presses the cold metal disc to Conan's chest to listen to strangely cavernous sound of his breathing.

Her hands are shaking.]