Please forgive me if the medical information in my stories is inaccuret. My medical training is limited to watching ER. And yes Koru-chan, I am a guy. It says so on my profile and everything.
The Accused
Thoughts
Conan stared at the t.v. that hung from a corner of the ceiling in his hospital room. The nurses who checked on him every few minutes found it strange that this little boy wanted to watch the news instead of saturday morning cartoons, but oh well.
He wracked his brain trying to think of someone besides the organization who would want him dead. He was certain it wasn't Kogoro.
"To repeat, our top story. Famous detective Kogoro Mouri has been arrested for attempted murder. The victim, who as a minor has not been officially identified..."
He motioned to Dr. Agasa to turn off the t.v. That was the worst thing about this. He could take the sickness, the pain, and the cathater, but he hated being so helpless. He couldn't speak with the tube down his throat, and he had to be fed intrevieniously. Plus he was still attatched by tubes and wires to machines that monitered his breathing and heartrate while cleansing his blood. Luckily, he had Agasa and Haibara. The two served as his eyes, ears, and hands in the world outside his room.
Agasa looked around for a remote. Finding none, he got up to turn it off manually. He was at the button before he heard a series of loud tappings. He turned and realized Shinich was telling him to turn it up. Looking back he could see why. Ran was being interviewed.
"It's not true! My father would never do that!" she shouted at the crowd of reporters.
"But Ms. Mouri, what about the insurance policy your father took out on the victim?" one asked.
"Seems a little too convenient to me." another said.
"Admit it! You and your father conspired to murder that boy!" a third accused.
Ran was visibly shaken over that last remark. She turned to leave, but the man grabbed her arm.
"You can't run from the truth! Admit your guilt!"
Ran had had enough. She delivered a swift kick to the obnoxious man's crotch.
As he watched the man collapse in agony, Shinichi smiled. That's my Ran.
Scene Change
Kogoro lay on the bench in his cell smoking. Damnit, he'd been in tight spots before, but nothing like this. He kept expecting to blackout, then wake up to discover he had found who really poisoned Conan. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, the flash of brilliance wouldn't come.
"Mouri! You have a visitor!" the guard yelled from down the hall.
He sat up to see Ran and Inspctor Meguri walking down the hall.
"What's he doing here?" he asked his daughter, pointing at Meguri.
"Mouri, try to understand. I had no choice. I was ordered to arrest you as the prime suspect."
Kogoro layed his head against the bars. "Yeah, I know. I know. So, what can you tell me?"
"Well," Meguri began, "It doesn't look good. The evidance points to you. If I didn't know you, I would think you did it. First there's that insurance policy on Conan."
"Ran was bugging me about getting insurance! We all have a policy!" Kogoro retorted.
Meguri continued. "And the fact that aresnic was found in Conan's cherry soda. Ran says she doesn't drink it, and I know you don't."
"Somebody had to have put it in at the factory! Some psycho who didn't care who was killed! Come on Meguri! Get me out of here!" He pounded against the bars.
"It's not only that. I know you don't particulaly care for Conan..." Meguri trailed off.
"He gets on my nerves sometimes, but that didn't mean I tried to kill him!"
Meguri left after a bit, leaving Ran with her father.
"Dad," she began. "I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you didn't do this to Conan."
"Ran, you know I didn't..."
"Look me in the eye and say it!"
Kogoro looked his daughter in the eye. "I didn't do it."
She smiled. "Thanks dad. I just needed to hear it from you. Don't worry, I'll get you out of here."
Scene Change
The detective boys searched through the hospital for Conan's room. Though they had been there before, the huge building was like a maze. They got lost a few times, once finding themselves in a room that a woman was giving birth in. Genta and Mitsuhiko nearly fainted, and Ayumi asked if she could see the baby before they were escorted out and pointed in the direction of Conan's room.
"Hi Conan!" Ayumi exclaimed, bright and cheery. He smiled, happy to have some company because Agasa and Haibara had left an hour ago to gather evidance for him to look at.
"We brought you these." Mitsuhiko told him, dumping a pile of cards in his lap. "They're from everybody in class."
Conan was genuinly touched. It was comforting that so many people cared.
"And I brought you this." Genta said, showin Conan a box of chocolates. The other three children glared at him.
"Well, they're for after you get the tube out." he shrugged his shoulders.
Later that night...
Ran sat next to Conan's bed. He was asleep, and she apsentmindedly stroked a few hairs out of his face.
The doctors had told her Conan was going to pull through. She had broken down and thanked them profusly. The head doctor, a humble sort, said that her praise should go to Conan. He was doing all the work, afterall.
Conan's bloody eyes opened, and Ran stroked his cheek.
"I'm gonna go get some coffee, you just go back to sleep Conan-kun." She sat up and walked out the door. A minute later, a figure Conan couldn't make out walked in, holding a syringe. He watched in horror as the figure plunged the needel into his I.V. and squrited a liquid into the tube.
"Sweet dreams kid." the figure told him as he lost consiousness.
Ran saw a figure running down the hall. But her attention was focused on Conan. The machines attatched to him were going crazy.
"Conan! Conan! I need some help! Somebody help!" She screamed as she shook her unconcious little brother.
To be continued.