paradisa | Dictated; Backdated to Day 6, action for clinic

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conan edogawa (shinichi kudo)

Dictated; Backdated to Day 6, action for clinic

Oi! [Conan's coughs roughly. His voice was still feeling a little raw from the stresses of his recent kidnapping. Not that he would ever admit to screaming during the ordeal.]

Is anyone there? How did I get back to the clinic?

[Because the last thing he remembered was being carried off by a monster. Judging from how much he hurt right now, he was certain that he hadn't imagined any of the attacks from its claws.]

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[Not far away is Dairine, resting in the visitor's chair with her head on Conan's clinic bed. She hadn't intended to doze off, there still being more problems plaguing the castle. Who can blame her though, after the late night spent researching and the fight afterward? She looks a little rough around the edges from going through the forest and the cave. Plus the fighting has been hard on her in more ways than one.

When Conan coughs, she shifts a bit and mutters sleepily.]

You're noisy.

Oi, Dairine. Wake up already.

Yeah, yeah. I'm awake.

[Dairine blinks and turns her head so she can see Conan. Her eyes widen as she fully realizes that he's awake. Awake and not dying, like she worried he might.

She probably should say something to him. Let him know how he got here. Reassure him that it would be all right. But instead she rushes forward and wraps her arms around him. Dairine tries not to cling too tightly, painfully aware that he's still healing, but her friend nearly got eaten on her watch. She could use a hug. At least like this her face is hidden so he might not deduce how scared she's been for the past few days.]

[He bites back a cry of pain as her arms press on some of his injuries.]

Oi, Dairine! Not so tight!

Shut up. [Dairine snaps back, but she does loosen her hold a bit. She doesn't actually want to hurt him after all. But she doesn't completely let go.]

What on earth were you thinking, stupid?

Oi! How was I supposed to predict that something like this would happen!

Something like this always happens to you!

It does not! I have never been kidnapped by something that wanted to eat me before!

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I wasn't talking specifics, dumb shrimp! You're always running into trouble!!

I run into trouble because I can handle it!

And what kind of name is that?

Clearly you can't!!

It's an accurate one, because you're tiny and do dumb things like tail a group that's looking for a monster.

I only had to tail you because someone would have objected to a kid coming along.

You could at least have told me!! [After all, she knows he's not a kid and then she could have kept an eye on him.]

What did you think I would be doing?

[Dairine makes angry noises, but she can't really argue with that. His comment aggravates her own self-blame that she should have expected this from him, she should have watched out for him. Which makes her even more annoyed.]

Pull this kind of stunt again and I'm putting a tracking spell on you.

I refuse.

[He crosses his arms and glares at her.]

[She narrows her eyes. Technically she could do the spell even if he refused, but it'd be risky. If the Powers thought she was going too far, she could find herself limited beyond what the castle already did.]

If that's what you want, I can find another way to keep an eye on you.

Why is it necessary for you to keep an eye on me in the first place? [He glares at her.]

I don't need a babysitter, you know.

Evidence says otherwise. You're a danger to yourself.

I am not! [He was feeling a little offended.]

You are too!

I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself!

Oh? [She folds her arms.]

Can you cook? Do laundry? Practice self defense??

[He would be folding his arms if they didn't hurt so much.]

I've been taking care of myself since I was 14, you know. And self defense is what my gadgets are for.

Fat lot of good they did you this time.

[Dairine squints at him.]

Wait-- so you can cook? [She had never noticed Conan doing that before.]

[He glowers. Trust Dairine to find the one flaw in his argument.]

I can order takeout. And Ran was always coming over and filling my refrigerator with meals.

[Dairine's eyebrows shoot up at the mention of Ran.]

It's all nice and well that you've adjusted to the married lifestyle, but Ran isn't here and neither is takeout. How do you feed yourself if you can't cook?

I can make sandwiches, you know.

[He just had to be careful about it, because he had to use a chair to reach the cabinets and refrigerator.]

The brain works better on an empty stomach, anyway.

You've lived alone since you were fourteen and all you can make is sandwiches?! [Dairine shakes her head.] Now that's sad.

[The last comment earns him a look.]

No, it doesn't. Being hungry makes it work harder.

It wasn't important. I had other things to learn.

Holmes said it. [He said it like that settled the argument.]

Excuse you. I had to learn how to alter physics and still had time to pick up a few recipes.

[Dairine rolls her eyes.]

Holmes also said he didn't know that the Earth revolved around the Sun, so I wouldn't put his words on a pedestal. Especially not regarding healthy living.

_{[ Vanyel was working in the clinic that night, mostly to keep his mind off things - a lot of things. He frowned, hearing that. ]}

Where are you now? I can come get you and escort you back here. Are you injured at all?

I'm in the clinic. [Conan points that out irritably. ] I want to know how I got here. And of course I'm injured.

_{[ He sighed. ]}

Give me a moment, I am outside taking out some trash.

_{[ And Conan will find a gentleman walking in in tunic and trews and
soft indoor boots, his black hair pulled back in a neat tail with its
silver streak. ]}

Are you the one on the journal?

[Conan nods.]

If you're the person I was just talking to.

I was, yes. My name is Vanyel.

_{[ He comes over and he squats down so they are more of a similar
height. ]}

I work here. Now, can you tell me what's happened?

The last thing I remember is the monster in the woods. [More precisely, the last thing Conan remembered was fighting it as best as he could. He was really terribly surprised to be waking up at all.]

_{[ He frowned a bit, but he nodded all the same. ]}

All right. Tell me where it hurts most, and let's sit on one of the cots.

_{[ He motioned for Conan to go to one of the cots next to them, rising
to get himself a stool. ]}

If it is all right with you, I can use magic to help some of your more minor injuries heal, but if you do not want me to, I can simply dress them normally.

[Conan hisses in pain as he tries to get out of the bed. In the end, it is raw stubbornness and his determination to not ask for help that gets him over to the stool. He wavers slightly from the pain and lightheadedness as he finally reaches it. But that doesn't stop him from being very clear about his wishes.]

No magic.

[Carefully he sits down on the stool, clutching his right arm tightly. The boy had multiple deep cuts on his arms and legs from the claws of the creature, and dark bruises from the hours being tied up dangling from the ceiling of the cave. His voice was hoarse from screaming, and from the oncoming cold he had been practically guaranteed to catch from spending so long in a cold and damp cave. But the worst was his right arm. The upper part of his arm still held stitches from his last trip to the infirmary, and his arm had been clawed deeply across the wrist. ]

_{[ Vanyel he began his examination of him, and a line formed between
his brows, concerned - very concerned. He went to his stock and got down
ointments and modern medical salves Simon and Jennifer had showed him,
bandages, needle and thread. He brought them over and sat again, sure there
were many other issues, but he couldn't clearly diagnose them without the
aid of his Healing Gift... ]}

I understand you said no magic, but for your benefit, please, let me. I can dull some of the pain, ease it, and help the worse of these heal faster than the salves and bandages alone.

_{[ He poured medicinal alcohol onto a cloth, knowing he needed to clean
and sanitize the major wounds first. Bruises and minor cuts would come
last. Wrist first. Thankfully it did not seem to be bleeding overly much,
but that could be as worse. ]}

This will sting.

_{[ He pressed the cloth to the wound, hoping to do this as quickly as
possible for Conan's sake. ]}

[The boy's expression sets with stubbornness.]

I don't trust magic. I'd rather heal the long way round.

[He hisses as he feels the cloth touch one of his many injuries.]

_{[ He frowned, but nodded, accepting it. It was Conan's choice, after
all, though he wished he would let him. He continued his work, considering
the wound and thinking it might not hurt to put a few stitches in.
Thankfully, Jennifer and Simon had schooled him on this at his request, and
he was good with needle and thread. ]}

I think it might be best if I stitch the worst of these since you do not want magic. I can give you some herbs to chew that will numb most of your body.

_{[ He was not good enough with a syringe or the futuristic drugs to
trust himself with using them, and his healing magic wasn't good enough to
precisely deaden nerves without potentially causing serious damage. ]}

Did something happen to the supply of local anaesthetic?

[Conan was rather unimpressed by this suggestion.]

No, I believe that Jennifer and Simon left some. Unfortunately, I am not very good with the needles required to use it.

_{[ He gave him an apologetic smile. Ah, if only a green robe was here!
]}

[For a moment Conan seriously considers the risks of having to calculate and administer the local himself.]

Fine. I'll take the herbs.

_{[ He smiled apologetically at him and got them, offering him two
leaves. ]}

Chew on these and swallow the juice, but not the leaf itself if you can help it. They should numb your body some.

_{[ It wasn't the best solution, but it was what he had. At least the
leaves wouldn't taste bad, that was something. ]}

[Conan was extremely skeptical about this, but he takes the leaves and starts chewing. ]

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