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After some time in the infirmary, Shinichi's recovered enough to be moved to his own room. The novelty of sleeping in a bed and the fact that he is genuinely exhausted has kept him to the room, resting and recovering for the last few days. He is still far from well -- but he has run out of books and orange juice, Ran-kun hasn't been by for an entire hour and he is able to stand up without feeling like he is going to be sick.
In these circumstances, there is really only one thing you can do.
There is a pale Shinichi, wrist bandaged, and wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt lent to him by Ran-kun making his way slowly down the hall, sword casually knotted to his side with his somewhat stained obi. He has the expression of someone who knows he is in trouble but intends to get as far as he can regardless.
In these circumstances, there is really only one thing you can do.
There is a pale Shinichi, wrist bandaged, and wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt lent to him by Ran-kun making his way slowly down the hall, sword casually knotted to his side with his somewhat stained obi. He has the expression of someone who knows he is in trouble but intends to get as far as he can regardless.