Dictated

[modernholmes]

 [If anyone has happened to run into Conan over the last few days they might have noticed that he's been a little sluggish in his responses.    That his voice has been hoarse and that he seems to be sneezing a lot.  Not that anyone has had much chance to talk to him with all the running around he's been doing this week.

What is a cold compared to all the things there were to investigate here?  

Whatever this illness was, Conan had been determined to ignore it.  With the result that this wasn't just a cold anymore.  

It is the dizziness and coughing that at last force Conan to accept that he needs to rest.  He reaches out for the journal and dictates into it in a  hoarse and stuffed up voice.]

I think I'm a little sick.  If anyone needs me I'm going to be in my room.

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dictated;

[guiding]

[Poor child, he really did sound unwell.]

Would you permit a visitor? I'm a doctor, and I would be glad to treat you.

Re: dictated;

[modernholmes]

Don't worry. It's just a cold, so I should be okay. I get them all the time. [But as he finishes he cuts himself off with a fit of hoarse coughing.]

[guiding]

Even a cold can be troublesome if not treated.

[modernholmes]

It can, but I should be okay.

[guiding]

I won't force you to accept help, of course, but I hope you will reconsider. There is no need to suffer through this without assistance.

[modernholmes]

[He sighs and rubs at his forehead. The fever was making it hard to think.]

If you insist.

[guiding]

Would you tell me your room number, and I'll be there shortly?

Dictated forever

[huffythedragon]

[Worried, sickness is BAD]

Maybe you should go to the clinic or something.

[modernholmes]

Don't worry. I'll be fine. I get colds all the time.

[modernholmes]

Satis tower, 1801.

[huffythedragon]

Yeah, but what if it's some really rare and deadly Paradisa virus?!

[modernholmes]

That's unlikely.

[huffythedragon]

Unlikely but possible.

[modernholmes]

[Conan starts to answer, but is interrupted by harsh coughing.]

[huffythedragon]

Okay, I'm gonna find you a doctor.

[modernholmes]

Really, that isn't necessary.

[guiding]

[And very shortly, there is a knock on the door.]

[modernholmes]

[And a bleary eyed child will slowly open it.]

[guiding]

[She bends to look him in the face, golden eyes meeting blue, as she reaches out to feel his forehead.]

It's nice to meet you properly.

[goldencirclet]

Ya sure yer gonna be okay, Conan?

[atadiscoverer]

[Doctor senses are tingling.]

You okay, son?

[modernholmes]

It's only a cold. Don't worry Goku. [But his voice sounds pretty awful.]

[modernholmes]

It's just a cold.

[atadiscoverer]

You sure?

[modernholmes]

[He seems to be having a little trouble focusing on her, which is easily explained by the warmth of his forehead.]

Mmm, me too. My name is Conan Edogawa.