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[deductiongeek]

 Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so.  He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height.  Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.  

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night.  Dismal, dark and slick with rain.  But there is something wrong about the perspective.  Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.  

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[wizard_redfive]

Dairine nods, taking her jacket and holding it firmly against the wound instead. Her mind is whirling. There is so much blood. Should she try a healing spell? But if the bullet is still inside, it might become impossible to remove if she closed the wound. Could she remove the bullet? Someone else did that last time, and she's not comfortable enough to attempt it with just book smarts.

Stopping the bleeding though, that she could do. Dairine starts quietly mapping out a spell, one that will repair the cardiovascular system without altering anything else.

[deductiongeek]

[Even with the shock from the injury Conan's mind doesn't stop working. Part of his mind stays on remembering the correct emergency procedures for dealing with a gunshot wound. How much blood could a child his size lose before loss of consciousness? He needed to do the calculations calculating back from his knowledge of the adult body. At the same time other parts of his mind are working on calculating on how to escape this cave and find assistance. They needed speed, but also silence. Those criminals were still in the area. And in between them and the nearest entrance, if he remembered right. They needed to go into the maze of tunnels to lose them.]

Just... keep the pressure for a little longer. Then we have to move.

[wizard_redfive]

Conan, seriously. Worry more about the injury, less about calculations.

Dairine focuses, mentally reciting the healing spell as she holds the jacket in place. Gradually, the bleeding slows and eventually stops. One might think the pressure did it, though the results were rather fast. The spell's only indication is the heavy breathing from Dairine, as though she's just exerted herself (despite having been sitting this whole time).

"I think we're good," she whispers. So long as he doesn't aggravate the injury too badly.

[deductiongeek]

Conan was fully aware that that had been far too fast. Before Paradisa, he would have doubted his own observations. Attributed it to some kind observational error due to blood loss and shock. The time sense could often be affected by such things.

But he had been Paradisa for over a year, and had seen much more dramatic healings than this. Conan puts his observations to one side. They would talk about it later.

"Not yet. We need to go further into the cave.]

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine's breathing steadies as the backlash subsides. That spell hadn't been too bad. Didn't even get dizzy. She gives Conan a slightly cross look.

"Yeah, yeah. Then get moving, Sherlock-kun." Dair pushes Conan's shoulder lightly to urge him along.

[deductiongeek]

He slowly climbs back to his feet, fully prepared for pain and dizziness, even given whatever she had just done. He looks surprised when none of that happens.

[wizard_redfive]

Dairine stands up next to him, the backlash now fully worn off. Thank goodness -- she suspects she'll need steady footing for this next trek.

She catches that surprise and has to hide her amusement. Try to explain away that.

"After you."

[deductiongeek]

Something else to ask about later. When they were safely away from here. Gingerly, he starts to walk deeper into the cave.

[wizard_redfive]

And Dairine will be walking next to him, matching his pace. Wouldn't do to leave the dreamer behind.