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conan edogawa (shinichi kudo)

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[From Conan's journal today you can hear the sound of muffled sneezing and coughing. Guess who caught another cold and refused to ask anyone for help?]

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[And a sigh.]

You okay?

Fine. [But his voice is stuffed up and miserable.]

[Not takin none of yo shit, conan]

500mg Paracetamol, One tablet every three hours. Vitamin C. Bedrest. If you don't want to ask the castle for the medication, I have some.

[A pause as he adds on.]

Doctor's orders.

Not leaving me much of a choice, are you. [His tone is clearly annoyed, even through the stuffiness.]

That's generally the idea behind doctor's orders.

Fine. I'll wish some up. Despite my objections to how this wishing defies the laws of physics.

Or I could come deliver some from the clinic, if it makes you feel a wee bit better.

If you want to. [Good luck getting a straight answer out of him today.]

I could give you an update on my project. I know you're interested in my work.

...There's been progress?

Some. Not much.

[He's been locking himself in his room to avoid people leaving, working. There's been a tiny bit of progress.]

...Hello?

[Hi sick person Luke can hear you.]

...Luke? [Conan's voice is hoarse.]

...Conan is that you? You sound terrible.

Yeah, its me. Sorry, but I've come down with something.

Do you need any help?

[He has another coughing fit before he answers.]

You should probably stay away so you don't catch it.

Oh...all right. I hope you feel better, Conan.

Thanks Luke.

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