Megure stood in shock as the line went dead, it disturbed him to hear the normally arrogant detective sound so distressed. He couldn't help speculate what could have happened to the little detective. It was no secret that Conan was seen, by both the public and police force, as the mascot of Division 1. The boy seemed to always be present during investigations, sometimes even solving them himself. The Inspector couldn't imagine how the rest of the force would react when they learned something happened. Without further hesitation, he headed to his vehicle and sped to the hospital, his sirens wailing through the once quiet night. His mind was scattered, possible scenarios playing through his mind to prepare himself for whatever he might encounter. However, nothing could have prepared him to see one of his closest friends staring blankly at the waiting room wall, covered in blood. Panic clawed at his heart as he approached the broken detective, calling his name to draw his attention. When no response came, he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, noting the slight flinch from his friend.
Kogoro looked up at the Inspector, his eyes torn between anger and anguish. In a quick motion, he stood, gripping his friends' shoulders tightly. "I will catch the son of a bitch that did this! What kind of idiot does he take me for! Conan would never do this! No little kid would even be capable of this!" He let go of Megure's shoulders and paced, reviewing the past few hours in his mind.
The inspector stared at him in awe and utter confusion. All he could grasp from the frantic shouts of his friend was that someone hurt Conan, and that thought alone sparked rage in him. Before he could question Kogoro any further, a doctor walked through the emergency room doors.
"Which of you is the guardian of Edogawa Conan?" He asked calmly, eying the pacing man questionably.
With no hesitation, Megure answered while Kogoro was still lost in his thoughts. "I'm the one in charge of the investigation. So, tell me, what happened. How is he?"
A look of confusion crossed the doctor's face. "Investigation? Isn't it premature?" He looked down at his clipboard, checking to see if he had the right patient. "Most suicide attempts don't get this kind of attention."
The inspector stood dumbfounded for a moment before clearing his throat. "S-Suicide attempt? I thought this was an attempted homicide." He glanced at his pacing friend before focusing his attention back on the doctor. "Before I investigate anything, please, tell me of his condition."
"He is stable, however, he has lost a significant amount of blood. He was brought in with his radial artery sliced open. Thankfully, the man who called the ambulance applied pressure in just the right place to block the blood flow with the radius. If it wasn't for that, I am certain the boy would have died before making it to the hospital." The doctor paused and held his chin in thought. "I can understand why you assumed that this was an attempted homicide. In my many years of working as a doctor, I've never seen a boy so young arrive in such a state. The wound was clean enough to pass for a professional's work." A muffled buzz came from his waist, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced down at the pager on his hip and straightened. "I have to go. You can ask a nurse for any information you need." With that, he made his way back to the emergency room.
For a moment the room was silent, but Kogoro, who finally ceased in his pacing, broke it. "I'm telling you, it was a murder attempt! I've lived with the kid for years and he's showed no sign!"
Megure didn't know what to think. While on one hand, it sounded like a straightforward suicide attempt; he had seen too many similar cases revealed as murder to believe it as true. He placed a firm hand on Kogoro's shoulder. "We must get the statements of Ran and Conan's friends in the morning."
The detective deadpanned at the inspector's words. "Kuso… How am I going to tell Ran?"