Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Shinichi/Ran (General series)
Word Count: 554 words
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Shinichi doesn’t feel too hot.
Ran was taken aback at how hoarse Shinichi’s voice was when he answered the door. Even more startling was the fact that his face was the same shade of white as his school uniform shirt.
“Just a sec…” he wheezed. When he walked slowly back towards the kitchen, he left the door open as a silent invitation for her to come in and wait inside. She did so, and followed him. There was a plate of toast on the counter, undoubtedly intended to be breakfast.
She watched as he lifted one slice of the toast to his mouth, then seemed to change his mind and drop it back to the place in a spray of dry crumbs. His eyes had taken on an incredibly glassy look.
“Shinichi, are you feeling okay?” she asked, setting her school satchel down on the counter. It was probably a stupid question, but she felt she should at least ask. While he slurred that he was fine, she moved across the room and put her hand to his forehead. She didn’t even have to compare his temperature to her own—he was burning up. “You can’t go to school like this!” she protested.
“I’m fine,” he murmured again. “Just need some coffee…” He reached for his usual choice of morning beverage, but Ran caught his wrist and pulled him out of the kitchen.
“You’re going back to bed,” she told him firmly.
“But—but—“ he seemed to stir a little at being denied his morning dose of caffeine, but he wilted again as she half-dragged him up the stairs towards his bedroom.
“You need to change back into your pajamas and go back to sleep,” she ordered, pointing at the bed, then amended, “Err, wait until I leave to change. I’ll bring your schoolwork by later.”
He stared at her with that same blank, glazed stare, like he didn’t have the faintest clue what she was talking about. And he was starting to sway slightly from side to side as well.
Ran sighed. “Shinichi, just go to bed. I’ll see if there’s any medicine in the bathroom.”
While he obediently flopped over onto his bed—not even managing to get his head on the pillow—Ran went in search of medication. Finding some basic cold and flu tablets in the bathroom cabinet, she filled a glass with water and brought it back. He hadn’t moved an inch.
“Take this,” she instructed. With some effort, he sat up and did so before rolling right back down to the bed. It seemed that since the burden of even attempting to put on a normal façade had been lifted, he was officially allowing himself to feel like crap. Smiling in spite of herself, Ran set the glass and the rest of the pills down on the nightstand. “Take more later. Now get some sleep.”
A faint murmur was the only reply, and Ran sighed. He could be such a baby when he was feeling under the weather. Still, as she closed the door (and heard the first soft snore), she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at it all.
Shinichi might get sick frequently, and he might be a big baby about it…but as long as he was stuck in bed with a fever, then Ran knew exactly where he was.
PS. Little slice o’ life fic. First time Shinichi and Ran have made an appearance in this challenge on their own, since I was writing them for another challenge. I’m sure they’ll pop up a few more times before this challenge is over. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!