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Character Names: Edogawa Conan | Kudo Shinichi (always1truth), Mello (worldsrunnerup)
When: Back-dated to the night Conan got shot-...again.
Location: A Hospital in the third district.
Summary: Mello and Conan talk a bit about the black org-now that Gin is there.
Ratings: PG13
Warnings: injured minor, swearing, talking of evil crime syndicates.
Conan hadn't been awake that long, he was only vaguely surprised he was even alive at all-or maybe he was disappointed he'd somehow managed to survive the attack-but he knew his pride would never be able to swallow the idea the black organization had actually succeeded in killing Kudo Shinichi- but this moment he wondered how he could even attempt to call himself Kudo when he was reduced to such a helpless, pathetic little child. He'd had enough difficulties getting around with one arm in a sling and now he had two wrapped up to avoid being used for at least a month and half? He wasn't stupid-he knew what that meant. It meant he was going to need help with every. little. fucking. thing.
And his shoulder was worrying him too. It hadn't been fully healed yet and Gin had dislocated it-he'd been pulling away from the assassin so that meant he'd likely suffered the rarer posterior dislocation. He knew that he'd need physical therapy or it'd never be the same-there was no way it could heal right. But-if he were to die then would all his current injuries heal over when he came back?
He took several deep breaths and looked at his freshly wrapped shoulder and then to the reset arm also in a sling- for the first time since he had shrunk he found himself wishing he wasn't the high school detective of the East-and definitely not for the first time he found himself wishing he hadn't left Ran at Tropical land and followed Vodka. It was all his fault. If he had just stayed with Ran and walked her home like he should have none of this would have ever happened! He closed his eyes tightly as the unwelcome memory of the night he shrank came flooding back-his thoughts were interrupted however, as the door was opening.
When: Back-dated to the night Conan got shot-...again.
Location: A Hospital in the third district.
Summary: Mello and Conan talk a bit about the black org-now that Gin is there.
Ratings: PG13
Warnings: injured minor, swearing, talking of evil crime syndicates.
Conan hadn't been awake that long, he was only vaguely surprised he was even alive at all-or maybe he was disappointed he'd somehow managed to survive the attack-but he knew his pride would never be able to swallow the idea the black organization had actually succeeded in killing Kudo Shinichi- but this moment he wondered how he could even attempt to call himself Kudo when he was reduced to such a helpless, pathetic little child. He'd had enough difficulties getting around with one arm in a sling and now he had two wrapped up to avoid being used for at least a month and half? He wasn't stupid-he knew what that meant. It meant he was going to need help with every. little. fucking. thing.
And his shoulder was worrying him too. It hadn't been fully healed yet and Gin had dislocated it-he'd been pulling away from the assassin so that meant he'd likely suffered the rarer posterior dislocation. He knew that he'd need physical therapy or it'd never be the same-there was no way it could heal right. But-if he were to die then would all his current injuries heal over when he came back?
He took several deep breaths and looked at his freshly wrapped shoulder and then to the reset arm also in a sling- for the first time since he had shrunk he found himself wishing he wasn't the high school detective of the East-and definitely not for the first time he found himself wishing he hadn't left Ran at Tropical land and followed Vodka. It was all his fault. If he had just stayed with Ran and walked her home like he should have none of this would have ever happened! He closed his eyes tightly as the unwelcome memory of the night he shrank came flooding back-his thoughts were interrupted however, as the door was opening.