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Wednesday.
A woman in scrubs walked into the room at noon. Surgeon, the detective's mind supplied from the imprints on her hand (from scalpels) and face (from a surgical mask). Also, her hands bore the marks of having recently used moisturizer (to counteract drying latex glove powder) of an oily variety office staff usually didn't use, while her shoes were sensible, as if she had to stand up for long periods of time (operations).
His mind was still somewhat reeling after that murder case this morning with a body in the abandoned warehouse. he solved earlier A man was found hung there sometime in the morning, having died at about sunrise.
It turned out that the murderer actually took advantage of the fact that the victim took sleeping pills to drug them. Then they put his neck into the nose and his feet upon a pile of snow with a detonation charge inside. When they could establish an alibi, the charge would blow and the evidence melt away in the morning.
The plot was quite a good one, especially since the warehouse held disfunctional explosives in less peacefu bbbbl times and the killer was a historian. His remaining packaging of the detonation, including a charred corner holiday KFC napkin from last Christmas, gave the game away.
"Kudo-kun, you're all set to go," she declared, glancing down at his chart, "just make sure to change bandages daily and take your antibiotic regime on schedule. You may take painkillers as needed, two every four hours up to sixteen a day. No strenuous physical activity for four weeks, okay? Stay out of trouble, will you?"
"Thanks. I'll try my best," Shinichi replied, taking the prescription and changing into a change of clothes.
He took the public transport to school, greeting Kaito at the gates.
"Yo!"
"Shinichi...? Did you just get out of the hospital?" the magician asked, face set into an expression somewhere between elated and troubled.
"I'll walk you home," the detective offered, smiling. Kaito returned it with a smirk, Shinichi's heart skipping a beat before his rational brain told him there would be trouble.
A cloud of smoke detonated around them.
Shinichi found himself handled by deft hands as he was discreetly strapped into a wheelchair.
"'No strenuous activity'," the magician said, holding up his phone and a text from the surgeon. Shinichi glared at the phone.
"Walking isn't 'strenuous'!"
"Soccer is. You have a practice today and you're carrying a sports bag."
The two continued the banter as they entered the library for a study-date.
They held hands the entire way.
And roses basked in moonlight, glowing, growing, thriving.
I hoped you all enjoyed reading this! The mystery bit was a last-minute addition, but who can resist murder plots when listening to Vivaldi's "Summer" from the Four Seasons? Reviews are always appreciated!
An explanation for CrescentMoonTenshi and anyone else confused by the Gregorian calender: February 14 to March 14 is 28 days since February 2014 has 28 days, meaning that 29 to 30/31 don't exist. This reduces the number of days between Valentine's Day and White Day 2-3 days, enough so that February and the month-long period between any of its days and the corresponding day in the next month is 28 days this year. On leap years, the ones you can divide by 4, you'll go through a similar process, but with 29 days due to the extra day in February.
I'm really going to miss writing this... I despair at endings! Kaito and Shinichi were just simply so lovely in this fic... Oh well, I'm sure I can think of other ideas.
Is anyone else confused at the spelling for Wednesday? I'm always forgetting it... I'm probably past the age where that's acceptable.