Candyland (candyfics) wrote,

Waking Up (30 Friends: Shinichi-Heiji)

Title: Waking Up
Author: Candyland
Fandom: Detective Conan
Friends: Kudo Shinichi/Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji
Theme: #15—comfortable silence
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan—all the characters belong to Gosho Aoyama. I just kidnapped them and hid them in my closet to keep them safe from…I dunno, something awful, I’m sure. Don’t worry, I feed them. Sometimes.
Summary: Don’t you ever do that again. EVER.

When Shinichi opened his eyes, he recognized that he was in a hospital room. And he also recognized that he was in a strange physical state: he was in pain, but everything was sort of…fuzzy. He quickly took that to meant that something had happened that had left him injured, and the haze was from some sort of painkillers.

Now if those weird pink hippos would stop dancing around his bed, he could focus on trying to remember what exactly had happened to land him in the hospital in the first place.

After a few minutes, the world started to come back into focus. It still hurt a fair amount, but he found he could sit up and look around without too much difficulty. The room was silent, tempered only by the muffled sound of movement in the corridor beyond the closed room and the beeping of the various machines and monitors hooked up to him. And he still couldn’t quite remember what had happened to him—he hurt, and there was a bandage wrapped around his head. He was still stuck in his seven-year-old body…but that was all he definitively had at the moment.

He knew it had something to do with Gin and the Syndicate…but beyond that, he was drawing a fuzzy blank. He assumed that whatever it was that had befallen him, it was nothing he was intended to survive. Hence, he was in the hospital, drugged up on so many painkillers that when he woke up, he was incapable of counting to one.

Maybe he would remember more later, once his head cleared a bit more. He had heard of cases where victims of violent crimes had blocked out details for weeks, months, even years before suddenly remembering important details. He also knew of cases where victims had remembered nothing upon waking from their ordeal, but gradually recovered their memories over the following days.

The human mind was a wondrous thing.

He looked down…and found that he was not alone in the room. That alone was enough to startle him; he was usually very acute about knowing when there was someone in his vicinity. He had a sixth sense that usually told him when he was being watched. So to look down and see Hattori there…well, it was a bit of a surprise.

Even more surprising was the fact that Hattori was sound asleep. He was sitting in a chair beside the bed, with his arms resting on the edge of the bed and his head pillowed on his arms. Shinichi sat there for a moment and just studied his friend. There were a few signs that suggested that Heiji had been there for quite a while.

And then, as if he felt Shinichi’s scrutiny, Heiji opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around, blinking owlishly as he tried to clear his eyes. Finally, he focused in on the small form sitting in the bed, and his expression went from confused to relieved. “You’re awake. ‘Bout damn time.”

Shinichi managed a smile. “Sorry. What’s going on?”

Heiji sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You never do anything by halves, do you? Man…we didn’t think you were gonna make it for a while there. But what happened…let’s see…” He started tallying points off on his fingers as he said them out loud. “You nearly died, we arrested about half a dozen of the MiB—including your old buddy Gin. Your secret is out—all the important people know. Your dad was talking to Megure last night to try and iron out a few details, so hopefully no one’s going to be going for your throat now.”

Shinichi winced.

Hattori chuckled. “Yeah—old man Mouri was pretty pissed off…but I think he’s calmed down now. Your mom and Neechan are at the agency, getting some sleep. Kazuha’s been keeping an eye on Neechan. The police have been in and out since last night.” He turned a measuring eye on the miniature detective. “You’ve got a lotta people really worried about you, ya know that?”

“What happened to me?” Shinichi asked. “I…can’t remember. I mean, I know the men in black were there, but…no details.” He did know now, however, that his initial assumption had been correct: he had been seriously injured, nearly to the point of death, and that was why he was in the hospital, in pain, and loaded up on enough drugs to make Keith Richards flinch.

Heiji looked uncomfortable. “Short version? You got shot. Twice. Once in the side—that’s the one that nearly killed you. It didn’t hit anything vital, but you lost a lot of blood. And then the other one…pretty much bounced off the side of your head. I’m not sure how it missed you. You got really lucky.”


“Yeah,” Heiji nodded. “I claimed guard duty in here, though. I promised everyone I’d tell them right away when you woke up. But…I figure it’s okay if I take a couple minutes and fill you in on the major details. So you’re not going to get killed by any of your friends or the police—but they know you’re you. That’s the biggest thing.”

“Okay,” Shinichi sighed. No matter which way he looked at it, this was going to be complicated. There were a lot of people who deserved explanation…and at the top of his list was the one person he was almost afraid to ask about. But he swallowed hard and opened his mouth. “Hattori…how does Ran—I mean, is she…?”

Heiji smiled slightly. “She cried. A lot. But she doesn’t hate you—she does want to have a ‘little chat’ with you when you wake up—direct quote. We had to force her to go home and get some sleep. When she left, she told me to call her in exactly four hours to wake her up so she could come back, or else she would go karate on me.”

“…how long ago was that?”

“Hmm, about seven hours.”

“You’re a dead man, you know that?”

“Eh, could be worse.”

Silence lapsed again for a moment; neither felt the need to immediately fill it.

Finally, Heiji spoke up. “Kudo, I want you to promise me something.”


The look Heiji turned on him was quite possibly the most intense one he had ever gotten from his Osakan friend. “Don’t you ever do that again. EVER. Do you understand me?”

Shinichi stared at him for a moment, confused, before he realized what Hattori really meant: Don’t you ever scare me like that again. EVER. So Hattori had been worried about him, even though it was one of those things he just couldn’t come right out and say, for whatever reason—maybe the same inhibition that kept him from voicing certain things regarding Kazuha. Worried enough to stay at his bedside, even to the point of falling asleep there.

And he smiled. “Yes. I understand.” He paused, and then added, “Thanks.”

PS. This is a little follow-up to “Silver Lining,” the previous fic in this series. A lot of people were very worried about Shinichi and was he okay…so here we go. A little bedside fic to answer your questions. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!

Tags: character: heiji, character: shinichi/conan, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: 30 friends, misc: theme comm

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