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Who: Christine, Conan and later Elraine.
What: Concerned by Conan's fever, Christine takes him back to the clinic.
When: A couple of hours after Conan's post here.
Where: The Clinic.
Warnings: PG?
Status: In Progress!
This ... was not good. The familiar burning was growing more intense and Conan knew he didn't have much time. It took effort to concentrate on Christine's cosy Southern drawl, answer her questions as she searched for a thermometer.
Another spasm hit and Conan clenched his fingers around the edge of the bed he was sitting on. He couldn't afford to let Christine realise that there was more wrong than the fever -- he had to get out of here fast. As soon as it passed, not even giving himself a second to recover, Conan slipped off the bed to stand on shaky legs.
"Ah -- Christine-san?"
What: Concerned by Conan's fever, Christine takes him back to the clinic.
When: A couple of hours after Conan's post here.
Where: The Clinic.
Warnings: PG?
Status: In Progress!
This ... was not good. The familiar burning was growing more intense and Conan knew he didn't have much time. It took effort to concentrate on Christine's cosy Southern drawl, answer her questions as she searched for a thermometer.
Another spasm hit and Conan clenched his fingers around the edge of the bed he was sitting on. He couldn't afford to let Christine realise that there was more wrong than the fever -- he had to get out of here fast. As soon as it passed, not even giving himself a second to recover, Conan slipped off the bed to stand on shaky legs.
"Ah -- Christine-san?"