Goodbye, Moon
Chapter Two- A Broken Promise
Ran was sitting in a cold hospital chair placed next to Conan's bed. It broke Ran's heart to see Conan's horrible condition. Bandages were wrapped around his chest, and he had an oxygen mask wrapped around his face. Several IVs were hooked into his arm, and also a feeding tube. There were little probes attached to his neck and chest (under the bandages) that monitored his heart rate on the large machine that was rolled against his bed. Conan had been in a coma for two weeks and hadn't woken up yet.
Ran had dark red circles under her eyes. She had barely slept since Conan's accident, and she refused to leave Conan's side in the cramped hospital room. She had been crying for so long she felt her eyes would dry up.
"If only I listened to him... he wouldn't be hurt right now..."She thought, feeling fully responsible for his accident. "And yet..."She wondered, "His final words... he was going to tell me a secret, but he never did..."She had been wondering what could be so horrible that he wouldn't even let himself mutter the words before death consumed him.
"It.. It couldn't be..."She thought. She had been noticing the traits of Shinichi taking over Conan's childish personality more and more lately. "And if that's so... and he told me he loved me..."She thought, immediately feeling beyond foolish.
"That's impossible. There's no reason for me to be thinking this way... of COURSE Conan loves me... I've been like a mother to him."She said, smiling, and blushing a little as a fantasy of Shinichi telling her he loved her filled her mind.
She was fantasizing, looking closely at Conan's little face when she saw his eyes crack open for the first time in weeks. Joy consumed what she believed were foolish thoughts as the heart monitor began jumping with Conan's quickening and steadying heart rate. Ran flew out of the chair she was sitting in to get a nurse.
Conan could vaguely hear Ran screaming for a nurse. He didn't know what she was saying. The room was still very dark, until gradually it began to brighten, and Conan's senses began to rejuvenate.
The new light and the white paint on the walls were almost blinding after two weeks of complete darkness. He could feel immense pain in his chest, and it hurt to breathe. He was beyond grateful for the oxygen mask. The spot where all of the IVs were inserted throbbed. He didn't know how long he'd been out, what condition he was in, or where anyone was.
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Conan lie awake until Kogoro, Ran, and a nurse came storming into the room.
"The little guy pulled through!" Said Kogoro. The man who was doubtful he would live was now filled with a new hope.
"Looks like he's finally out of that Coma," Said the nurse, relieved, "I shouldn't say finally, though... in Coma-time, you were only out for a blink of an eye. Some of our patients aren't as lucky as you were, Conan."
Conan turned his eyes toward Ran and was taken aback. Her eyes were swollen and red, and she looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks. She immediately ran over to Conan.
"Oh Conan... thank God! I thought you'd never wake up!" She said, moving closer. She then whispered in his ear, "I love you too, Conan-kun." A faint smile appeared on Conan's face. It was all his strength could muster, though on the inside he felt as if he would burst with happiness.
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"He's going to be alright, then?" Kogoro asked the nurse.
"Yes... his health is improving quickly. In a few days, he'll be able to breathe on his own." replied the nurse, walking over to Conan. "No more oxygen mask for you, little guy!" she said happily, scratching a few things onto her clipboard.
Conan was relieved. He desperately wanted to know what was going on. From what the nurse has said previously, he was guessing he couldn't have been in a coma too long, so that was good. One other thing he had to do, though, was talk to Ran. He didn't want to wait the few days, but he had no choice.
"For now, though," the nurse said, shooing the two out the door, "Conan needs his rest. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."
"Nooo...." Ran protested, whining, "I can't leave him by himself. He needs me now more then ever!" The nurse shook her head apathetically in reply.
"I'm sorry. Rules are rules. Visitation hours are over."
Ran looked over to Conan, who looked like he'd fall asleep any second. "I'll be in the hospital waiting room with Father. Don't worry." She finally left the room, overjoyed. Conan had come over the attack, and was going to be alright after all.
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A few days passed, Ran came and went each day after the nurse argued with her about visitation hours, and finally, after seventeen days in the hospital, the nurse said he could remove the oxygen mask and some of the IVs. Conan was very excited when the nurse came to take the now unnecessary appliances off of him. She reached for the mask, smiling, and after telling him, "You've been strong," she peeled it off his face.
He took his first breath on his own, and it felt good. It was an accomplishment for him to take a breath, even though other people all around him were doing the same thing nonchalantly.
"I'll be back in approximately twenty minutes to get your IVs." said the nurse before leaving the room. Ran, of course, was right be Conan's side.
"Hey, Conan." Ran said soothingly, setting a small wrapped gift on his night table. His eyes glimmered like diamonds when he saw her.
"I've been waiting forever to talk to you." he whispered hoarsely, not used to talking yet. "Or at least it seemed like it has...tell me, Ran," he said, pausing only to cough, "How long has it been?"
"Seventeen days, Conan..." she replied. The dark circles under her eyes became more evident as she moved closer in order to hear all of Conan's weak words. She stared into his deep blue eyes, without bearing the burden of his glasses. They looked so beautiful.
"It seemed to me like the blink of an eye, yet at the same time... a painful, dreamless eternity. I was wondering why my soul hadn't been put to rest." Conan said quietly.
Ran shook her head, her bottom lip trembling. "Conan, I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean for this to happen... if only I had listened..." Ran said, pouring out her guilt to Conan at last. Conan beckoned Ran to come even closer. He knew his voice wouldn't hold out much longer before his body forced him to take another nap.
"Ran...hug me." he said, his simple demand calming her. She carefully wrapped her arms around his small shoulders. "Ran, I'm here with you now, talking to you. Please, don't feel guilty any more. I don't want to be a part of your regrets- I want to be a comforter for you."
"Oh Conan, I don't know what I'd do without you! You always know just what to say." Yet as she held him closely, she wondered about the secret again. Was this a bad time to ask him?
"Hey, Conan," she said, wondering if he was prepared for this, "That night... you said you had a secret... why couldn't you tell me?" she choked out. Conan's face paled even more than the Coma caused it to be.
"Ran, you have to understand... I can not tell you. I don't know if I ever can." He rose his weak hand to meet hers and feebly gripped it. "If those words were my last words to you, Ran... you would feel even worse. I couldn't do that to you."
What if Conan had told her his secret, and really died? Conan would be leaving Ran without more than just Conan; he'd be leaving her without Shinichi. He'd be leaving her with her knowing she'd been so close to Shinichi all this time, and never did anything about it. She'd be confused, lonely, and depressed.
"It was for your own good." he assured, seeing the hurt expression in her eyes.
"I...I don't think I understand. But, if you ever know the right time to tell me, please do. You can trust me." Conan nodded.
"And Ran? You don't have to keep that promise you made. I don't know what I was thinking... you love him... so go for it." Conan smiled.
Ran obviously bought the story of him being delusional. "Thank you, Conan. As soon as you get healthy enough, I can tell you all about how we caught that crook you saw." She kissed his bruised little hand and rose.
"Well, I have to leave now, Conan. The nurse is coming back to get your IVs. So.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." she said, leaving the room slowly. He could tell she didn't want to leave his side. When she had gone, Conan wearily whispered to himself,
"Ran broke my dying wish... our promise. Just like that, it is forgotten.
.... and I couldn't be any happier. I love you, Ran."
he managed to say before drifting off.
FIN
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Well, the story is over. I hope you liked it, and I appreciate the comments. Don't worry, that criminal is getting a lot of time in jail ;)
Ran was sitting in a cold hospital chair placed next to Conan's bed. It broke Ran's heart to see Conan's horrible condition. Bandages were wrapped around his chest, and he had an oxygen mask wrapped around his face. Several IVs were hooked into his arm, and also a feeding tube. There were little probes attached to his neck and chest (under the bandages) that monitored his heart rate on the large machine that was rolled against his bed. Conan had been in a coma for two weeks and hadn't woken up yet.
Ran had dark red circles under her eyes. She had barely slept since Conan's accident, and she refused to leave Conan's side in the cramped hospital room. She had been crying for so long she felt her eyes would dry up.
"If only I listened to him... he wouldn't be hurt right now..."She thought, feeling fully responsible for his accident. "And yet..."She wondered, "His final words... he was going to tell me a secret, but he never did..."She had been wondering what could be so horrible that he wouldn't even let himself mutter the words before death consumed him.
"It.. It couldn't be..."She thought. She had been noticing the traits of Shinichi taking over Conan's childish personality more and more lately. "And if that's so... and he told me he loved me..."She thought, immediately feeling beyond foolish.
"That's impossible. There's no reason for me to be thinking this way... of COURSE Conan loves me... I've been like a mother to him."She said, smiling, and blushing a little as a fantasy of Shinichi telling her he loved her filled her mind.
She was fantasizing, looking closely at Conan's little face when she saw his eyes crack open for the first time in weeks. Joy consumed what she believed were foolish thoughts as the heart monitor began jumping with Conan's quickening and steadying heart rate. Ran flew out of the chair she was sitting in to get a nurse.
Conan could vaguely hear Ran screaming for a nurse. He didn't know what she was saying. The room was still very dark, until gradually it began to brighten, and Conan's senses began to rejuvenate.
The new light and the white paint on the walls were almost blinding after two weeks of complete darkness. He could feel immense pain in his chest, and it hurt to breathe. He was beyond grateful for the oxygen mask. The spot where all of the IVs were inserted throbbed. He didn't know how long he'd been out, what condition he was in, or where anyone was.
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Conan lie awake until Kogoro, Ran, and a nurse came storming into the room.
"The little guy pulled through!" Said Kogoro. The man who was doubtful he would live was now filled with a new hope.
"Looks like he's finally out of that Coma," Said the nurse, relieved, "I shouldn't say finally, though... in Coma-time, you were only out for a blink of an eye. Some of our patients aren't as lucky as you were, Conan."
Conan turned his eyes toward Ran and was taken aback. Her eyes were swollen and red, and she looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks. She immediately ran over to Conan.
"Oh Conan... thank God! I thought you'd never wake up!" She said, moving closer. She then whispered in his ear, "I love you too, Conan-kun." A faint smile appeared on Conan's face. It was all his strength could muster, though on the inside he felt as if he would burst with happiness.
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"He's going to be alright, then?" Kogoro asked the nurse.
"Yes... his health is improving quickly. In a few days, he'll be able to breathe on his own." replied the nurse, walking over to Conan. "No more oxygen mask for you, little guy!" she said happily, scratching a few things onto her clipboard.
Conan was relieved. He desperately wanted to know what was going on. From what the nurse has said previously, he was guessing he couldn't have been in a coma too long, so that was good. One other thing he had to do, though, was talk to Ran. He didn't want to wait the few days, but he had no choice.
"For now, though," the nurse said, shooing the two out the door, "Conan needs his rest. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."
"Nooo...." Ran protested, whining, "I can't leave him by himself. He needs me now more then ever!" The nurse shook her head apathetically in reply.
"I'm sorry. Rules are rules. Visitation hours are over."
Ran looked over to Conan, who looked like he'd fall asleep any second. "I'll be in the hospital waiting room with Father. Don't worry." She finally left the room, overjoyed. Conan had come over the attack, and was going to be alright after all.
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A few days passed, Ran came and went each day after the nurse argued with her about visitation hours, and finally, after seventeen days in the hospital, the nurse said he could remove the oxygen mask and some of the IVs. Conan was very excited when the nurse came to take the now unnecessary appliances off of him. She reached for the mask, smiling, and after telling him, "You've been strong," she peeled it off his face.
He took his first breath on his own, and it felt good. It was an accomplishment for him to take a breath, even though other people all around him were doing the same thing nonchalantly.
"I'll be back in approximately twenty minutes to get your IVs." said the nurse before leaving the room. Ran, of course, was right be Conan's side.
"Hey, Conan." Ran said soothingly, setting a small wrapped gift on his night table. His eyes glimmered like diamonds when he saw her.
"I've been waiting forever to talk to you." he whispered hoarsely, not used to talking yet. "Or at least it seemed like it has...tell me, Ran," he said, pausing only to cough, "How long has it been?"
"Seventeen days, Conan..." she replied. The dark circles under her eyes became more evident as she moved closer in order to hear all of Conan's weak words. She stared into his deep blue eyes, without bearing the burden of his glasses. They looked so beautiful.
"It seemed to me like the blink of an eye, yet at the same time... a painful, dreamless eternity. I was wondering why my soul hadn't been put to rest." Conan said quietly.
Ran shook her head, her bottom lip trembling. "Conan, I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean for this to happen... if only I had listened..." Ran said, pouring out her guilt to Conan at last. Conan beckoned Ran to come even closer. He knew his voice wouldn't hold out much longer before his body forced him to take another nap.
"Ran...hug me." he said, his simple demand calming her. She carefully wrapped her arms around his small shoulders. "Ran, I'm here with you now, talking to you. Please, don't feel guilty any more. I don't want to be a part of your regrets- I want to be a comforter for you."
"Oh Conan, I don't know what I'd do without you! You always know just what to say." Yet as she held him closely, she wondered about the secret again. Was this a bad time to ask him?
"Hey, Conan," she said, wondering if he was prepared for this, "That night... you said you had a secret... why couldn't you tell me?" she choked out. Conan's face paled even more than the Coma caused it to be.
"Ran, you have to understand... I can not tell you. I don't know if I ever can." He rose his weak hand to meet hers and feebly gripped it. "If those words were my last words to you, Ran... you would feel even worse. I couldn't do that to you."
What if Conan had told her his secret, and really died? Conan would be leaving Ran without more than just Conan; he'd be leaving her without Shinichi. He'd be leaving her with her knowing she'd been so close to Shinichi all this time, and never did anything about it. She'd be confused, lonely, and depressed.
"It was for your own good." he assured, seeing the hurt expression in her eyes.
"I...I don't think I understand. But, if you ever know the right time to tell me, please do. You can trust me." Conan nodded.
"And Ran? You don't have to keep that promise you made. I don't know what I was thinking... you love him... so go for it." Conan smiled.
Ran obviously bought the story of him being delusional. "Thank you, Conan. As soon as you get healthy enough, I can tell you all about how we caught that crook you saw." She kissed his bruised little hand and rose.
"Well, I have to leave now, Conan. The nurse is coming back to get your IVs. So.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." she said, leaving the room slowly. He could tell she didn't want to leave his side. When she had gone, Conan wearily whispered to himself,
"Ran broke my dying wish... our promise. Just like that, it is forgotten.
.... and I couldn't be any happier. I love you, Ran."
he managed to say before drifting off.
FIN
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Well, the story is over. I hope you liked it, and I appreciate the comments. Don't worry, that criminal is getting a lot of time in jail ;)