Prompt: Semiconscious and Blood stained tiles
Rating: T
Trigger Warnings: Blood, attempted murder
"So long... Detective."
Shinichi felt the shove, his feet leaving behind the solid surface of the high dive he'd been forced to climb up to, the air rushing past him as he fell to his doom, the overwhelming screaming pain as he finally hit the tiles of the pool below.
He heard his muffled screams through the gag, the break of what felt like every bone in his body, the ringing in his ears, the screams of his friends as they found him, semiconscious and bleeding out on the tiles of the dried-out swimming pool.
He saw the sky when Hattori pulled the blindfold off his eyes, the tears in his friends' eyes, the worry and fear etched into their faces.
He tasted blood. It flowed freely from his mouth, his arms, his legs, his head. His entire body bled.
He saw Ran kneel by his head from the corner of his eye. She was sobbing, her hands moving around nervously as she tried to figure out if it was safe to move him. He tried to smile at her, to reassure her that everything would be okay. That one simple action was almost enough to send him off to void and his eyes slipped closed.
"No, Shinichi," Ran yelled. "Stay with me, please. Don't go. You'll be okay, Hakuba-kun is calling an ambulance, so don't go. Open your eyes, please?"
Shinichi forced his eyes open. He couldn't disappoint Ran. He'd done that far too much as Conan.
"There you are," Ran said. She ran her fingers through his hair, careful of any injuries, but Shinichi wouldn't have minded anyways. He couldn't feel it anymore really, not more than an ache that seemed to fill his entire being. But Shinichi could deal with aches.
He laid there, blood-stained tiles beneath him and drifting between consciousness and the void, for what felt like an eternity. Eventually he could hear the sirens of the ambulance in the distance, and that seemed to be his body's sign that it was okay to let go now. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he knew no more.
...
As soon as Hattori saw Shinichi drift off, he knew something was different. They could hear the ambulance, far away, but he knew that it was still a considerable way off. They were at a gala, invited by some high and mighty rich guy who wanted to gather all the famous people he could get his hands on, including, but not limited to, the once high school detectives.
Someone had taken the chance to get Shinichi alone, drugged him, tied him up and gagged him, and forced him to fall from the 1,500 centimeter high jump that the mansion owner had installed just to show off. Because what sane person was going to jump from a man-made rock structure into a swimming pool.
No one, and especially not Shinichi in the middle of winter when the pool was drained.
The path from the entrance to the swimming pool where they were was long and complicated, and there was no way the ambulance would be able to follow it, the paramedics would have to bring the stretcher by foot.
Hattori watched Shinichi closely, looking for any sign that he was heading for the pearly gates. Not that he believed in heaven and hell.
Suddenly Shinichi's chest stopped rising and falling. Hattori leaned forward.
"Kudou?" he yelled. "Kudou, man, you need to wake up." When he got no response, not even a faint flicker of the eyelids or a rising of his chest, Hattori put his ear to his best friend's chest and listened while watching his mouth. He checked his pulse. No heart rate, no breathing.
Hattori cursed, threw off his jacket, and immediately started giving Shinichi chest compressions. No way was he going to let his best friend die like this. Not at the hands of a murderer. Shinichi was supposed to die of natural causes in his old age. Not at age 24. Not when he just got married, not when his kid was waiting for him home.
Because Kudou Shinichi and Mouri Ran had just become the proud parents of a little boy, who they of course named Conan, and he was waiting for them to come home to him. He was waiting for both of his parents. So there was no way that Hattori was going to let him go here.
Up and down Hattori forced his entire body weight onto Shinichi, forcing his heart to pump blood. When the paramedics arrived one swapped Hattori out and continued the compressions until they got him back.
"Let's get him on the stretcher."
...
It was a week later when Shinichi woke up in the hospital, his wife and son by his bedside. He looked over at them and smiled.
Because there was no way Kudou Shinichi would meet his end to a murderer like that.