I would have pt 3

Hello! This is the third part to "I Would Have". If you haven't read the other two, I suggest you go and read it to prevent spoilers for yourself. Anyway, I haven't met anyone who has been in a coma, but I imagine that it would be a bit like this.

Hope you enjoy it!

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The way Ran saw it, being in a coma was exceedingly boring. Just darkness, followed by spirals of shadows and more darkness. Occasionally, memories would flash by, glimpses of what had happened, too quick to properly grasp. She caught glimpses of a dark warehouse, long silver hair, gunshots in the dark, the flash of blue and red and finally, cerulean eyes that screamed of anguish, clearly distressed. Something drew her to those eyes, those eyes plagued with worry. Just looking at them, she felt at ease and her heartbeat began to quicken, her stomach doing odd things, as if butterflies had decided to start dancing.

How had they even gotten there? She mused to herself. It wasn't as if the feeling was uncomfortable. It was comforting, if anything. She often leaned against a patch of darkness that seemed to have more substance than the others and watched the memories flick by, rather like how people would gather by the fire to listen to stories. The memories didn't quite make sense though. What had happened in that warehouse? Why was it that every time she caught a glimpse of long silver hair, she felt a spurt of anger, hate, fear but most of all: pain? Pain that seemed to rip through her but also pain of possibly losing someone? Pain that always left her doubling up, pain that left her breathless?

She roughly raked her hands through her hair, a yell of frustration escaping her lips as she sank to her knees. She had to find out how she got here in the first place. She knew that that would be the only way she could escape from this dark confinement. That, and she felt that she still had some unfinished business to take care of. Some business involving that person with the blue eyes.

She hugged her knees to her chest, gently placing her head on them as she let her mind wander in an attempt to try and remember. As if in response to her thoughts, projections of memories hurtled past, sequences of bright colours in the drab prison. She first caught sight of herself in a white outfit, her hair tied up with a black belt tied around her waist, her leg extended out in a kick. Karate? Good…. That way, I can beat the living daylight out of that silver haired idiot. She thought in a seething manner. She then caught sight of a small spectacled boy with the same blue eyes from those flashbacks, looking up at her with concern. He…seems familiar. She thought with a start, heading jerking up slightly.

"Stay here, Ran…. I don't want you to get into danger…" came a muffled voice, much deeper than the primary schooler that was being projected. Her heart leapt in recognition, her mind automatically linking the disembodied voice to the person with blue eyes. She watched as her flashback-self trailed after a boy to the warehouse, the sky already in its twilight stage. She noted that the boy's posture was clearly tense, as if he knew something bad might happen, pacing cautiously and quietly. As he entered the warehouse, she saw a broad man in black in the middle of the room, holding a gun to an auburn haired girl's head, who despite the situation, showed close to no emotions on her face. The boy held out his hand, but no sound came out. Ran sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose. That had often happened while she was in a coma. The sound would just flicker off, like a dysfunctional radio. Right when she was getting somewhere. Suddenly a flash of lightning cracked across the obsidian sky, illuminating the warehouse. A glint of silver caught her eye and she whipped up, to see a man clothed in black with long silver hair on the walkway above the boy, his sniper trained on the boy below. She felt her heart constrict, her breath becoming shallow as she felt her legs sprint towards the boy. She pushed him aside just as she felt a tear go through her upper abdomen. Just when it couldn't get any worse, she felt another tear of pain in her leg, temporarily immobilising it. In her confusion, she didn't put her arms out to cushion the fall, instead, her head falling against the concrete with a crack. More gunshots pursued and the familiar red and blue lights flashed inside the warehouse. The boy during this time had held onto her hand, evidently distraught. The flashback-self whispered a name before the darkness and silence consumed her: Shinichi…

With a start, her head jerked up, realisation settling in. Suddenly cascades of memories started pouring through, similar to how water would cascade down from a broken dam. She remembered; her friends from Osaka, her best friend Sonoko, her divorced parents, the genius that was Conan kun but most of all Shinichi. Memories of how he disappeared at Tropical Land, how he returned in that one case against Hattori kun, the play, how he supposedly lost his memories and lastly, his confession to her in London. She felt herself tear up as she let the suppressed tears fall freely.

"And how do you know she'll be okay?" asked the muffled voice of Shinichi from everywhere around her. She whipped round, trying to indicate where the voice was coming from.

"I don't know. But hope is a powerful thing. Just have faith in her to find her way back." Replied another voice, heavily accented in Kansai-ben. Suddenly, a bright light sparked in the distance, the most light that the shadowy prison had ever had. She ran towards it, knowing that that was her ticket home, arms extended as she jumped up to try and clasp it in her hand. The brightness became brighter and brighter until it engulfed her, enveloping her.

End

PS: The fourth chapter will be written soon. I'm going on holiday soon so please don't expect any updates from me in the next fortnight.