DISCLAIMER: Don't own DN, its characters, and St. Luke's Hospital. If I did, then I'll be a rich recluse that would rather eat cheesecake than write this fic.
One day, a man named Conan Kurosawa went to visit St. Luke's Hospital for a physical examination. Conan was a man who is very worried about his health to the point that he can never leave home, even for an errand, without bringing his vitamins. Apparently the man was a hypochondriac.
After the checkup, he went to his physician to ask for the results.
The doctor, a young man of his twenties, wore a sad face, and replied, "Based from the results, Kurosawa-san, I am sad to say that your health is increasingly deteriorating. In fact, we have diagnosed you of a serious illness and..."
Conan, who was so worried since history, asked. "What is it, Doctor? Please, end the sorrow now and tell me."
"...You have little time left in this world."
Kurosawa-san paled horribly. "H-how long, doctor? How much time do I have left?"
"...About..." The physician checked his watch "...10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-"
Conan's face complexion paled to such extreme proportions as the doctor counted, and when he said zero, the man clutched his chest and dropped on the floor, dead.
The doctor, who was so shocked at what happened, called every nurse and anyone else he can call to his office. When the doctor's office was full of medical staff, he slipped out of the room, and no one noticed.
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When Yagami Raito got to the restroom in the hospital, he locked the door and washed his face.
After doing so, he took out the black notebook from inside his spotless lab gown and re-read what he had written there the previous night:
Conan Kurosawa- Heart attack at 12:30 pm.
He will go to St. Luke's Hospital at exactly 10:55 am for a physical exam. Afterwards, he will ask for the results of the exam from Yagami Raito, where he will die twenty-two seconds later.
Apparently, Conan Kurosawa was, in his oppinion, the worst man in the world. He was a serial rapist, a murderer and the head of a well-known syndicate infamous for loan-sharking, drug dealing, and organized kidnappings and assassinations. The man was only able to escape justice because of a lack in evidence.
Yagami Raito smirked. Now, he thought, who wants to have another checkup with the doctor?
A/N:
Hehe. So, that's it.
Actually, like you've read, it's based from a joke I watched from a sitcom wherein a guy asked his doctor how long he'll live, and the doctor checks his watch and makes a countdown. But with a Death Note twist, of course.
Of course, sorry if it's too corny and unoriginal. You may want to kill me for it.
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