Conan hadn't intended to be out in the storm. When he'd left the apartment, there had been plenty of time left to run his errands and get back home.
But as so often happened in his life, he had been delayed. By the time he had headed back, the storm had already been rapidly growing in strength.
And due to a badly timed and particularly strong gust of wind, Conan had been swept up and flung into a tree, hitting his head on the trunk.
The blow had stunned him at first. But But as the minutes pass, he slowly drags himself back to his feet, and starts trying to make his way back to the apartment, pausing just long enough to find some cloth to press against the cut on his forehead. He couldn't just wait for help here.
Conan Edogawa | Central District | Closed to John Watson
But as so often happened in his life, he had been delayed. By the time he had headed back, the storm had already been rapidly growing in strength.
And due to a badly timed and particularly strong gust of wind, Conan had been swept up and flung into a tree, hitting his head on the trunk.
The blow had stunned him at first. But But as the minutes pass, he slowly drags himself back to his feet, and starts trying to make his way back to the apartment, pausing just long enough to find some cloth to press against the cut on his forehead. He couldn't just wait for help here.