Not entirely sure I like this one, but someone prompted me, and then I wrote it, and I don't want to scrap it, so it's getting posted. (Prompting! Why do you people keep giving me ideas!?)

A Day in the Life
Of a Somewhat Reluctant Mini-Detective

Untold

Shinichi wouldn't be the first to admit he had a tendency to forget to tell people things, but he wouldn't deny it, either. He did, in fact, tend to forget to inform people of things that they would probably construe as relevant in his life if he didn't see them on a regular basis. Sometimes even if he did see them on a regular basis.

In the 'see them on a regular basis' case, it was more because he forgot that most people didn't have his ability to Holmes-style deduce someone's day and/or general life with a few seconds' glance.

In this case, it was because things had been more than a little hectic, and the three months he'd spent with Kaito (literally) haunting him, he hadn't wanted to tell Hattori. The couple calls he'd gotten from the western detective, he had simply avoided mentioning Kaito at all. If Ran had told Kazuha about Conan's 'brother', then Kazuha either hadn't told Hattori or Hattori had laughed it off and forgotten about it.

It had barely been three days since he'd gotten out of the hospital, and he'd been somewhat surprised that Hattori hadn't visited while he was in it. Of course, there was the possibility that Ran simply hadn't told either Kazuha or Hattori, which wouldn't be too surprising with how stressed she must have been.

So, when he got a phone call on his 'Conan' phone from Hattori's number, his immediate reaction was to grimace and answer, assuming (correctly) that the Osakan had finally heard. In all honesty, though, home care was not 'well', and Kaito had decreed (with physician and Haibara backing) that neither of them was going to school for at least another week.

He still had a little trouble breathing after the stairs, or walking more than half a block. Then again, stab wound to the chest, and with his sometimes-flighty immune system… well, it was no surprise that recovery was slow.

"Hey," he greeted, trying to keep his breathing even. Because of course Hattori would call right as he got to the top of the stairs.

"… Kudo? Ya sound… are ya all right?"

Shinichi huffed, "Ran finally said something, then? I'm a little surprised you didn't find out earlier…"

"Tha' wasn't a' answer, Kudo."

"I'm getting there. It's been slow, but… Haibara thinks that the Apoptoxin will actually be an advantage in the long run, in this case. For some reason, it has scarring pretty minimal, and that means I'm not as likely to have long-term complications."

"Wha… happened? Nee-chan said you got stabbed and that ya were livin' with Kuroba now, but…"

"Didn't elaborate? Yeah, well, I didn't really want to talk about it, either. The injury—wasn't the bad part, really. I mean, I probably should have died, because he hit me in the chest, and I was in a coma for almost a week, but… really, I was just so tired of… It's ironic, but the injury was… the way things went around it, it was as good an excuse as any to get out of the Agency. It's easier, here.

"Kaito knows, after all. I don't have to pretend all the time."

"Not the bad part, huh? Ya gonna tell me abou' that one?" Hattori sounded like he was trying not to demand something more.

"Maybe someday," Shinichi rubbed his face, "Not now, though. I'm still sorting it out, myself."

A breath, "Okay, Kudo. Okay. But… Yer okay? Gonna be, anyway?"

"Yeah," Shinichi glanced around the room Kaito had set up for him as he climbed onto the bed. "Yeah, I really think I am."

"Hey, d'ya mind if I head your way?"

Shinichi blinked, "You're asking?"

"Ah, well, I wanna see yer okay f'r myself, but if it might set yer recovery back…"

Okay. That was… a point. "If it were anyone else asking, I'd probably say it was fine," Shinichi admitted, "but our combined luck seems to be worse than my usual, and I'm… not sure I'm up to dealing with that right now. Ask Kaito to let you know when it's okay. He's collaborating with the doctors and Haibara."

Hattori snorted, less tense at the long-suffering tone Shinichi had taken. "Righ'. I'll do tha'. Hey, Kudo? Get some rest. Ya sound… tired."

"I am tired," Shinichi failed to muffle a yawn, "I was heading towards a nap when you called, actually. Really, though. I'll be fine. You don't need to worry right now."

"Oh, the 'right now' is convincing, Kudo. Real convincing."

"Shut up. I have luck. A lot of it is really morbid. The rest is just weird."

"Believe me, I noticed. Text me Kuroba's number, will ya? I want to double check with yer minder."

"You suck, Hattori," Shinichi informed before promptly hanging up.

He texted the number, anyway.

(No matter how much he griped about the Osakan, he wouldn't trade that friendship for the world.)

xxxx

Because Hattori may be brash, rash, and ridiculously prone to surprise visits, but he truly cares about people, and most especially those he considers friends. Somehow, Shinichi seems to have made it to the top of that list, right alongside Kazuha, despite their relatively short and intermittent acquaintance.

I have this belief that Hattori, if he only found out about something after the immediate danger had passed, would be the type of concerned to look out for the other's wellbeing, even if he himself wanted to do something different. In this case, not visit immediately despite wanting to, because he's a good enough detective to notice that Shinichi's luck manages to combine with his own for 'worse than usual', and also aware of the fact that stress would not be good for a healing child-body after damage of the magnitude I had laid out in No Ghosts.

Also, if the timeline wasn't completely clear, this is just after the chapter 'Home' but a week or five before the chapter 'Status Quo'.