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-Let there be midnight
DO NOT OWN DETECTIVE CONAN
Sobs of the Shattered
He felt the soft blankets that layed on him, keeping him warm as best they could. He opened his eyes drowsily, the white ceiling above him coming into view. He was in the hospital, he knew that-much to his distaste-but when he looked around the room with his still sleepy eyes, no one was there.
He felt slight panic at being left alone, knowing that it would be the perfect time for him to attack.
He shook his head, trying to reassure himself as he slowly sat up on the bed, cradling his injured arm in his lap. He couldn't help but stare at it, even to hold it like he had before. It was like a strange instinct for him to do so, but he didn't mind.
He looked outside the window beside him, the sun shining in brightly through it. His eyes moved downward to the buzzing traffic and chattering people, his eyes not really paying enough attention to the details, but enough to get the basic sight of it.
After a few moments of looking through the window, his eyes reverted back to his lap, his mind now somewhere else.
"You're not going anywhere, kid."
His heart pounded in his chest as the familiar voice rang through his head as if he was sitting right there.
"Come here! I just want to play!"
He looked to his side, making sure that he really wasn't there, then the rest of the room for safety.
"You know, blood really suits that pretty face of yours, why don't I add some more?"
He heard him snicker in his mind, making him hyperventilate slightly in fear.
"You can run, but let me tell you something interesting,"
Pain coursed through his arm as he held it too tightly in his grasp, but he ignored it as he started to hyperventilate faster.
"I will find you."
Panic flooded his senses as his head whipped around, eyes scorching the whole room as if to see him popping out of thin air. That phrase echoed in his mind, becoming louder and louder by the growing seconds until it sounded like it was screeching painfully in his ears.
His head looked up sharply as he heard the door to his hospital room open. He tensed, thinking it was him at first, but relaxed slightly when he saw it was just Uncle with a bottle of water in one hand. His breathing went back to normal as his heart slowed down, the screeching dying until it was no longer there.
Uncle brightened up as he saw Conan sitting up awake in his bed while he went to sit next to him.
"How are you?" Uncle asked as he sat down in the chair next to the child's bed. Conan shrugged with a blank look as he held his arm where the bandages were above the long gash.
"Fine," he mumbled as he looked down at his lap. He didn't really feel fine, truth be told. His arm throbbed annoyingly and hurt when he moved it, plus he woke up with a head shattering headache, but he didn't have to tell Uncle that… right?
"Ah, that's good." Uncle sighed with a smile as he leaned back in his chair, opening the water bottle and taking a drink out of it.
"What time is it?" Conan suddenly asked after a few moments of silence. He looked up at Uncle with slightly curious eyes as he looked at his watch for the answer.
"Almost 2:30pm." he replied, looking back up at Conan. "Ran's in school and should be getting out in thirty." Conan nodded as he looked back down at his lap, a sudden thought coming to mind.
"Nee, Uncle?" he asked. Kogoro perked up, wanting to know what Conan wanted. "You'll make sure he won't come?" Conan looked back up at Kogoro with fearful pleading eyes.
"Who's 'he'" Kogoro creased his eyebrows slightly, for the question on who 'he' was still burned in his head since the last time Conan had woke. He needed to find out if it's the last thing he did-not really, but he really just wanted to find out who it was-.
Conan's eyes looked even more scared as he leaned toward Kogoro, putting the hand that held onto his throbbing arm in front of him to support him on the hospital bed.
"Just promise me… please?" Conan begged pitifully. Tears started to spring up in Conan's eyes which shocked Kogoro to say the least. He had never seen Conon this scared and about to cry. It terrified him that knowing one person had scared the tiny child that much.
Kogoro nodded, putting a fake small smile as to not scare Conan any more than he already was.
"Promise." And for extra measures, he stuck his pinky finger out for Conan to latch with his own. Conan looked at it before he looked at Kogoro, latching his pinky finger to the older man's with a slight smile of relief.
"Thank you." he sighed in slight relief.
Conan leaned back against the head board of the hospital bed, his hand again holding his injured arm unconsciously. Kogoro couldn't help but notice this and wondered why the boy kept holding onto his arm when there was no need too.
"Conan," Kogoro started, catching the child's attention. "Why do you keep holding onto your arm like that? What happened to get it that badly wounded?" he asked, pointing to the bandaged arm.
Conan looked down at the arm, noting how he did hold it constantly.
"He had a knife with him at the time. He flung me into a wall, resulting me hitting my head pretty hard. While I was dazed, he took that to his advantage. I didn't have enough time to dodge out of the way, so I used my shoulder as a shield." He clutched his arm tighter in his hold at the memory. "I guess I hold onto it tightly because it's like a weird instinct that I can't really explain." he shrugged his shoulders at that part.
Kogoro nodded as he took another drink out of the water bottle, his eyes never leaving the boy's arm.
Just then, someone walked through the door, breaking the silence that had been going for a few moments. Both Conan and Kogoro looked up to see Heiji standing there, waving and smiling at Conan.
"Hey Conan-kun!" Heiji greeted, walking to the end of the hospital bed. "I heard you were injured and decided to see how you were doing." Heiji then stuffed his right hand into the pocket of his pants and started to fish around for something. "I've also got you this!" He took the object out of his pants, and put it in front of him for Conan to see.
Conan looked at the object, an annoyed expression quickly taking place as he saw what it was.
In Heiji's hand was a shiny red toy sports car.
Conan could tell by the smile on Heiji's face, he was enjoying this as much as Conan wanting to kill him right then and there.
Why you! Conan growled in his mind. Teasing me like this! I'll get you!
Heiji walked around and placed the toy car on the bed stand next to Conan. "Oi, Kogoro, why don't you get Conan-kun a bottle of water?" he suggested to older detective. Kogoro gave Heiji a glare of dislike, 'tsk'ing a little.
"Fine," he finally said, standing up from the chair and leaving the room.
"Why you Hattori! Giving me a child's toy!" Conan growled once Heiji sat down in the vacant chair Kogoro was sitting in.
Heiji leaned back in the chair, grinning at Conan.
"What? I think it suits you well Kudo, seeing as you are a child." Conan narrowed his eyes at Heiji, his annoyance growing.
"Not when I get my body back!" Conan shot at him. He looked away from Heiji and towards the window by his bedside.
Heiji's smile widened at this. He loved teasing Shinichi while he was stuck like this! It was fun too, especially when Shinichi would pout saying he wasn't a child but a seventeen-year-old.
"Come on Kudo," Heiji said with amusement, leaning forward a bit in his chair. "what do you expect me to do? Get you something you would actually like instead of a child's toy?" Shinichi glared at him from the corner of his eyes, lips forming a thin line.
"I don't even care if you don't get me anything at all." he glowered. Heiji quirked an eyebrow at this statement, resting an elbow on his knee and put his head in his hand.
"Oh? Is that so?" he said mockingly. Shinichi turned around carefully just in case he accidently causes his injured arm any pain.
"Yes, now why are you really here Hattori?" he snapped, knowing that him being injured and in the hospital wasn't the only reason. Heiji raised his eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair, smirking.
"So I can't pay a visit to my best friend in the hospital? How cruel Kudo, how cruel." he asked, feigning sadness. Shinichi glared at him, warning him to tell him the real reason as to why the detective was here. "Fine, I'm here because I heard you were injured badly so I called Ran up to get the details. She said when you first woke up, you said that a man was after you, possibly the one who did this." he paused, gesturing his head at Shinichi. "So that got me curious. She also told me you wouldn't tell who it was, so I thought maybe you can tell me?" Heiji asked hopefully.
Conan's expression turned back to blank as he looked down at his lap, his hand clutching harder against the bandaged gash, causing slight pain that made his breath hitch for a second before he ignored it.
Heiji became increasingly concerned in Shinichi's change of behavior and how blank his face became. He also fretted that his arm started causing him trouble only to see that he was gripping the wound too tightly in his grasp.
"Kudo?" he asked softly, putting a hand on his shoulder slightly, in case he might shatter if touched. Shinichi flinched slightly away from the hand, but his gaze remained in front of him, never wavering. "Oi, Kudo?" Heiji became even more worried, wondering why Shinichi was acting like this.
"He is coming. He isn't very happy. He wants blood." Shinichi said in a monotone that frightened Heiji to the core. Heiji stood up and crouched a little so he was at eye level with Shinichi. He tried to capture his eyes, but Shinichi's eyes seemed to be unfocused as if he wasn't there anymore.
"Kudo, who is 'he'" Heiji asked with a voice filled with concern, but was stern at the same time.
His heart pounded against his chest as he wondered if he truly wanted to know who did this to him, because if it scared Shinichi this much, then the guy who did this isn't a force to be reckon with. Shinichi turned his head slowly to look at Heiji, his eyes slightly focusing in on him, but still held a blank look that seemed to scream at Heiji that Shinichi was too terrified of him to even speak his name.
"Hattori…" Shinichi said breathlessly. "He's coming, and he's close." Tears of terror sprung in Shinichi's eyes as the hand around his forearm tightened, making pain shoot up his arm, but he paid no heed to this.
"Kudo…" Heiji whispered to himself as he embraced Shinichi as if to calm him down.
Inside, Heiji was just as terrified Shinichi was, because Shinichi was never this terrified before, not even enough to bring tears to his eyes. It truly frightened Heiji and he couldn't help but feel his heart shatter inside as he heard the sobs that came from the shrunken detective's mouth as he hugged Heiji back tightly with his uninjured arm.
Don't worry Kudo, He thought to himself as his facial features hardened in anger at Shinichi's sobs. I'll find out who did this to you before he gets you. Don't you worry.
