A/N: I wrote this for the 1k words in 1 hour challenge. I wasn't gonna release it, but I did promise, if I didn't reach the limit I'd put this fic up. This is my putting my writing up unedited. Please do not send me to jail for public indecency.
His hands were covered in blood. His blood to be more precise. He could feel himself physically bleeding out from the gutshot he had received. If he gathered his feeble concentration he could dimly hear some of the proceedings of the outside world like cars running and footsteps slapping against the concrete. He also could've sworn he heard Shiho Miyano begging him to wake up but that couldn't be right because Shiho was a practical girl who saved her emotions for practical things and begging a man dying of blood loss from a gun wound to live was not practical. He also felt pressure on his wound, possibly from Shiho applying a compress which would be more like her. He feels himself drift unconscious underneath the gray and stormy sky.
He wakes up to the smell of iodoform and the sound of an IV drip. It half surprises him that he's still alive. What doesn't surprise him is that Shiho is here, her face stormy as the sky outside, the planes of her face harsh and closed, back to the hostile untrusting girl she had been when he'd first met her. She stalks to him clearly angry but not really in a threatening manner. It's not unthreatening either and he's reminded more of a reconnaissance mission than a hunter with its prey. When Miyano Shiho strikes, it will be a surprise.
"What on earth possessed you to do that?" She asks in clipped tones. He doesn't take it too much to heart, he knows her anger is more fear than anything else. But at the same time he doesn't joke about it. While he's not exactly sorry about what he did, he realizes she almost lost him. Hell he had been convinced he was going to die.
"I promised to protect you didn't I?" he shoots back. He may not be employing his usual layer of humor but Shinichi Kudo was never without defenses.
"I never asked you to protect me, and I certainly didn't ask you to take a bullet for me".
"Well it would certainly be an awkward line of questioning to ask someone to die for you"
It might not be the proper time for joking, but shinichi figured this was all the truth he owed her. It was not in his nature to reveal anything.
She sighs.
"Idiot. You have to take care of yourself too. It would be really inconvenient for me if something happened to you."
"So you do care" Shinichi says wryly.
"For a certain definition of caring"
"I'll take it" he says.
She looks at him a little sadly then, a quiet unspoken "Why do we do this to ourselves"
He gives her a wan look, too light to carry the burden of all the things he will never say to her.