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Chapter One: Sweet Dreams

He had always hated hospitals.

Sure, there was the fact that he was scared to death of needles, but it was more than that.

He couldn't help anyone there. Everyone was already out of his reach.

To be perfectly honest, it made him feel small. He hated feeling small. Not only that, but he never liked to wait like this. He was a get-up-and-go kind of guy, always had been, and waiting like this for an answer was unbearable.

That's also probably the reason he never solved his cases. He had always jumped the gun and usually ended up eating the bullet.

And then this had to go and happen.

How the hell was he going to pay the medical bills?

The kid's parents were already in the hospital themselves, now so was their son.

What the hell is it with this family and accidents, anyway?! He thought, letting out a long sigh. It had been a long night for everyone.

Mainly Rachel.

Poor girl had come home a mess. She was soaked to the bone. The second he had opened the door, Rachel had thrown herself into his arms, sobbing.

That led to here, the waiting room of Shonan Kamakura Hospital. To tell you the truth, this was as sober as he had been in months. Rachel had been very vague—mainly from the stress—on what had happened, but one point had come across crystal clear.

Something was wrong with Conan.

Sure, he had heard that millions of times. The freaking kid had a knack for not only pissing him off, but for getting himself into ah ass load of trouble, and, luckily for him, the two usually came hand in hand. The look on Rachel's face, however, completely dispelled any thoughts of sprained ankles or skinned knees.

If his daughter was that upset, the boy was in some deep trouble.

So now they were waiting, but for what? an answer maybe? a reason not to worry? He really couldn't say.

So he waited.

And he waited.

And he waited.

"Mr. Moore?"

Two heads shot up. "Is he okay!?" both he and his daughter asked at once. A worn-out looking nurse smiled before giving a reassuring nod.

"Follow me," she said simply. He rose quickly, Rachel clinging to his arm, and followed her down one the hallways. The white washed walls of the corridors sped by as they walked hurriedly through them. The nurse stopped outside one of the many wards. "He's sleeping," she said quietly. "He needs his rest, so try not to wake him." The nurse eased one of the doors open before continuing. "The doctor will be with you shortly." She gave a slight bow, which he returned, and trotted down another hall.

On entering the fairly large room, he began scanning the beds for the kid. All of the cots were empty, save the last one on the left.

There slept Conan Edogawa.

Rachel got to him first. Biting back a sigh of relief, he walked casually to her side, his hands in his pockets. Rachel ran her hands through the boy's hair as he slept, a thankful smile spread across her face. "Thank God," she whispered before bending down to kiss the boy on the forehead. He could feel himself smiling. It was as if watching his daughter take care of her own son, not some random kid who practically came out of thin air.

Everything was finally okay.

"Mr. …Moore, is it?"

Jumping slightly, he turned on his heels to see a young doctor, probably in his late twenties—early thirties, leaning on the footboard of the bed behind him, a extremely full looking clipboard in his hands. "Dr. Teiboku Onistu," the young man said, offering him his only free hand. He forced a smile and shook the hand a few times.

"Richard Moore," he replied, trying to sound somewhat pleasant. The doctor's eyes widened.

"THE Richard Moore?" Dr. Teiboku asked, slightly louder then he should have. Rachel, finally noticing the doctor's presence in the room, shot him a death glare before motioning for the young man to be a little quieter. "Oops," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "My bad."

He rolled his eyes. What a whack-job. Looking back over to his daughter, he found that Teiboku had moved from the footboard to over by Rachel, who was watching the sleeping Conan like a hawk.

"You know him, don't you?" Teiboku asked, leaning to look at the boy over Rachel's shoulder. She nodded slowly.

"He's…my little brother," she choked out. "He's like my little brother, I mean." She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "There's no blood relation."

About to say…he thought, leaning on the headboard next to the other two.

"What exactly happened?" Dr. Teiboku asked.

"He…he didn't remember me!" Rachel blurted out, her eyes snapping back up to meet the doctor's, her voice close to shouting. Catching herself, her hand shot to her mouth. After a moment of getting herself back under control, his daughter continued. "He ran up to me, his forehead bleeding, and told me there had been a car wreck," she explained, not meeting Teiboku's gaze. "He said that we had to hurry…" Tears formed in her eyes. "Then he said 'I'm glad I found you, Lady', like we had never met before in our lives." Her voice quivered as her face whipped up to look at the doctor's. "What's wrong with Conan?!" she demanded, again being quite loud. Rachel shrunk back, realizing what she had just done. He saw his opening and took this time to wrap his arms around his little girl, giving her some comfort.

"His name is Conan?" the doctor asked after a moment.

"Yes."

"Well," Teiboku sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair, "let's go on a walk." He cocked his eyebrow in question.

"A what?" he asked.

"A walk," the young doctor repeated. "I always take my patents on walks when I give them The News."

The eyebrow went higher. Rachel glared.

"It sounded funnier in my head."

"Amnesia?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Yupp," Dr. Teiboku said as he leaned on large windowsill. The rain was still pouring, matting the long string of windows of the hallway with water. "From what you've told me, I'm guessing he was with his uncle, Dr. Agasa or whatever, when the car hit the street light." The doctor started flipping through the papers on his clipboard. "We ran some tests and found that guy had taken some sleeping medication earlier this evening-"

"That's right!" she blurted out. Both of the men looked at her, eyebrows shot high. "I mean, Dr. Agasa always took those. He has to or else he wont get any sleep."

"…Right," Teiboku said, returning to the clipboard. "Anywho, Conan, as you call him, probably smashed his head into the dash board in the collision, giving him a concussion." Digging through his papers again, the young doctor pulled out an x-ray, handing it to her. "You see the spot circled?" he asked, his finger pointing to a large spot of white on the top half of the paper. "That's the frontal lobe, more importantly, the temporal lobe," the doctor explained. "All that white," he circled the spot with his index finger, "is blood."

Her heart skipped.

"The collision bounced the brain around so much, it damaged the frontal lobe, causing blood to pool in the brain," Teiboku continued, backing up by the window. "He'll be fine, but because of his concussion, he now has what is called retrograde amnesia."

"Retro-what now?" her father asked, obviously lost.

"Fancy talk for long-term memory lost," Dr. Teiboku explained. "He basically can no longer access any of his long-term memories, which is basically anything that happened to him before the crash. He can make new ones, he just can't find old ones."

"So…he'll never remember me again?" she asked.

"Naw, the whole thing is temporary," Teiboku said with a smile as he returned to leaning on the windowsill. "He'll get his older memories back first, then the more recent until everything is back into place. My suggestion to you is to just keep in the usual routine, like everything is perfectly normal, and he should be back to his old self in no time flat."

His head hurt.

A lot.

It wasn't like mind blowing pain. He would know.

Something told him he had felt that before.

It was the kind of dull pain you get from an old bruise that just wont go away.

Where was he, anyway?

His mind strained to remember what led to him being here.

Nothing.

What happened that put him here? Where was here?

Who was he?

Nothing was making any sense. His pressed his fingers to his temple, in hopes to clear his head some how, but drew them back when pain shot through his skull.

"I see you're up," a voice said calmly above him. Slowly he opened his eyes to see a young man—probably around his late twenties—smiling down at him.

"Where am I?" he asked weakly. His throat felt raw, like he had been screaming on the top of his lungs.

"You're in ward room seven in the east wing of the Shonan Kamakura Hospital in Tokyo, Japan," the man said with a grin. He gave him a puzzled look. "I know, more information than you needed, right? Well," he sat up slightly, looking through something in his lap, "better get used to it, Conan."

"Conan…" he repeated, turning his head towards the ceiling. "Is…is that my name?"

"Yup," the man replied. Slowly, he turned back to find him still flipping though whatever he had laying in his lap. "And I am…" his visitor seemed a little distracted by the papers, "Dr. Teiboku Onistu."

"So…" he looked back at the tiles above him, "why am I here?"

"An accident."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Well, what is wrong with you?"

"I…don't remember anything…"

"Bingo." He turned back to see the doctor smiling again. "You've got amnesia kid, but you'll be fine."

"What time is it?" he asked after a moment.

"Five nineteen AM," Teiboku said after glancing at his watch. "You've been asleep for about…say seven hours. I suggest you try to go back to sleep." He nodded and closed his eyes.

This better all make sense when I wake up.

Blu: So, lets see a show of hands, how many people liked the doctor? Hopefully all, caz he's gonna be in most of the fic XD

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Blu: SHUT UP!