6 (Video)

[twinned_clone]

[The comm switches on rather suddenly to a distressed and very hurt Robin. He's bleeding heavily in several places (obviously bites of some kind,) and he seems to be crouching next to a stairwell (the bottom landing of Marshall, in fact

Comments

[Okay for Conan to find him?]

[modernholmes]

Robin?

[Conan frantically looks at Robin's surroundings for clues to the location before leaving his room at the run, grabbing his skateboard on the way.]

[Definitely ok!]

[twinned_clone]

[Robin glances up and looks shakily around-- with his anemia, he's not sure if the voice is coming from the communicator or not.

In any case he keeps writing over and over and over. Even though he knows the words are lies. He can't believe what his important friend did to him. No. Didn't happen. His mind struggles with the hypnosis command that was given.

When Conan arrives, Robin will be flopped over onto one side, his right arm outstretched and still attempting to scribble the words.]

Re: [Definitely ok!]

[modernholmes]

[As soon as he arrives Conan reaches with one hand to check Robin's pulse even as he uses his other hand to press a folded cloth up against the worst of the bleeding.]

[twinned_clone]

[His pulse is still going, but extremely sluggish. He slowly glances up at Conan without recognizing him at first. He still gives a momentary smile. At least he isn't alone now. He's too tired at this point to fight the command that Tatsumi gave him. It doesn't seem to matter anymore.]

[modernholmes]

[Conan frantically tries to stop the bleeding, even as he knows it's already too late. Estimating the amount of bloodloss from the amount on the ground around them, Robin had already lost too much blood.

Too late, again. He was always too late to save a life. Once again, all he would be able to do was bring justice to the dead.]

...I'm sorry, Robin. Don't try to write anymore? All right? I see your message.

[A dying message, Conan doesn't say. And a suspicious one at that.]

[twinned_clone]

[He nods, wearily. Don't try to write anymore. But his numb fingers are still scraping across the pavement without his say so.

'Not Tatsu--'

And then his hand goes still. His eyes slowly close, and he takes a last shuddering breath.]

[modernholmes]

[Conan checks his pulse again. Nothing. And then, because he is still a detective, he puts aside his grief and notes the time of death and the wounds that were the most obvious cause.]

[twinned_clone]

[All of the bites are between the neck and shoulder, with one lower on the left arm.]

[modernholmes]

[Conan carefully checks one and begins comparing the shape of the marks to different weapons and objects.]

[twinned_clone]

[They're puncture wounds, some with tearing. Teeth or fangs could seem to be a cause.]