(I do not own Detective Conan or Magical Kaito. Another short one. I need sleep.)
Conan woke up to a loud crack of thunder. His head felt like someone was beating it with a hammer. He was too weak to lift his head off the pillow when he tried the normal mallet became the equivalent of a sledgehammer. His nose was running, turned his head to see someone, probably Ran, had set a box of Kleenex by his bed. Silently he thanked who ever had done that and grabbed one. Conan blew his nose and squished the Kleenex up, setting by the box. Then something hit him. He wasn't home. He wasn't back with at the agency. He was sick in Nakamori-keibu's house. Aoko and Kaito had been taking care of him. It all came back to him. Getting lost and catching this horrible cold being stung by that wasp, smacking his face on concrete, and the bumping his head because Kaito couldn't see in the dark. Conan could hear the wind outside, it still hadn't let down. He wandered if it was still raining. He couldn't hear it over all the wind. Conan groaned and rolled over, unfortunately he rolled the wrong way and rolled off the bed and on top of Kaito.
"Oi!" The older boy woke up on the spot and felt something roll off him. Kaito soon recognized Conan and sighed. "Ne, Conan-kun. You can't roll that way." He said playfully. Conan was not in the mood for jokes. He needed Ran. His head was killing him. Kaito was concerned when Conan didn't get up immediately. "You awake?"
"Hai." The response was muffled because Conan was lying face down. Kaito started to lift Conan back up onto the bed but as soon as Conan's head left the ground he screamed. This startled Kaito and he quickly set the boy down again.
"I have to put you back on the bed." He heard footsteps rushing to the room. "Come on Conan." He lifted the smaller boy again. Conan screamed again. His head felt like it was splitting, and with out his knowledge, tear started to leak out his eyes. Kaito set Conan on the bed and pulled the covers over him again.
"Shh." He tried to sound soothing, but he was concerned. Aoko burst into the room quickly saw that Kaito was sitting awkwardly on the ground shushing Conan.
"What happened?" She asked, Keiko appearing by her side, followed by Nakamori.
"He rolled off the bed. I tried to move him but he screamed." Aoko entered the room followed by Nakamori. Keiko stood in the doorway. Aoko sat gently beside Conan and started to lightly stroke his forehead.
"Shh. It's okay." She told him as Conan's silent sobs got louder." Kaito was visibly uncomfortable. He didn't like seeing the tantei cry like this. Nakamori put a hand to the little one's head.
"Keiko-chan, could you get the thermometer from the bathroom?" he asked. Keiko nodded and took off to complete her task. "Conan, does your head hurt?" Aoko had stepped aside to let her dad handle it. She wasn't sure how too. Conan nodded, feeling something swirling inside his stomach.
"Here you are Ojisan." Keiko returned with the thermometer. Nakamori took it from her and stuck in Conan's mouth, who was still crying. A minute later Nakamori removed the thermometer and checked it. 103.7. He set it aside and turned to Aoko.
"Try and rock him to sleep. You and Ran look a little bit alike so it may work." Aoko nodded. Conan was trying hard not to cry but it wasn't working, suddenly the swirling turned to bubbling, He could feel it coming, quickly he sat up and clasped a hand over his mouth. Nakamori recognized this behavior, after all he had raised Aoko, she had been sick on occasion.
"One of you get a bucket!" he demanded. Aoko, Kaito, and Keiko scrambled to find one. Aoko returned seconds later with one in her arms. Kaito returned after her followed by Keiko, both had buckets. Aoko handed the bucket to her father who gave it to Conan. Not a second too soon as soon as it his lap Conan found himself emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket. Nakamori patted his back. Three minutes later Conan was done, his strength had been emptied with his stomach. Although he still had tears streaming down his face. The events of that day were too much. Where was Ran? He needed her now. Kaito took the bucket and Aoko moved over closer to Conan. His head was still pounding. Nakamori stood up and announced he was going back to bed and to come get him if anything happened.
"Hai." Aoko pulled Conan into her lap. He was so pale from throwing up. She cradled the small child and began to lightly rock back and fourth. She wasn't Ran, Shinichi knew that, but she was close enough that it lulled him to sleep. When Kaito got back he was mildly surprised to see Aoko had already gotten Conan to sleep. The little detective was sleeping soundly with the blankets tucked around him.
"Taku tantei-kun… when you get sick, you get sick." He remembered the last time he seen Kudo sick was at that Magic lovers gathering, but he wasn't this sick.