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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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[He smelled... blood.]

[Not too far, just around the corner of the next hallway. He followed his nose and nearly winced when he found himself walking into the ear breaking scream.]

[Ow, his sensitive ears!]

[One gloved hand massaging his left ear and the other pulling down his hat, Kid approached slowly.]

Are you alright?

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[It isn't often that Ran's away from the ghost's study these days, but she does need to do the occasional human things like eat and go to the washroom, and Ran-kun has been babysitting keeping Shinichi company while she gets some food in her. Heading back to the study from the dining room requires crossing the lobby, of course, but she hears Conan before she sees him -- and if the frantic yelling hadn't piqued her worry enough, the wet coughing definitely seals the deal.

She's at his side in an instant, faster than even she knew she could move, and her normally-pale face drains to white as she takes stock of the blood and his shredded shirt. For just a moment it's his older brother that she's seeing: dressed in the last clothes she'd ever seen him in, and pale as parchment except for the rusty crimson stain in the center of his forehead.

Her stomach lurches. He might not be the Conan she knows, but her brain isn't particularly concerned with that detail right now. The only reassurance is that he's still breathing, still moving, still looking at her, and she's already gathering him up to try and keep him still while she checks his wounds.

She will not lose both of them.]

Conan-kun! Conan-kun, stay still and tell me what happened.

[her free hand (gently!) pulls at the edges of his torn shirt, and she suddenly pauses as she notices the smooth skin underneath. But...]