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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and  anyone
What: Apotoxin Time. Goodbye Secret Identity (Probably).
Where: Various
When: Egret 25,26

Cabin 2B, Evening of Egret 25
Sarai had healed all of Conan's injuries, but he'd still lost a lot of blood for someone of his size. As a result, by the time he'd been fed and helped back to his cabin, he wasn't in much of a mood to leave again. He stays awake long enough to talk to any visitors, but ends up falling asleep fairly early.

Hallway, Early Morning Egret 26
The first attack wakes him up out of a rare sound sleep. He chokes back a cry of pain as he clutches at the all too familiar pain in his chest. His heart... But how? Peter had been working on it, but he hadn't tried any new cures recently. He hadn't eaten anything unusual.

A second shock of pain to his heart, and first shiver of a fever drives him out of bed. He could not change here, where his roommates could see. He has the presence of mind to grab a blanket, and then he is staggering down the hallway past the sleeping cars, trying to calculate which part of the train would be the closest and most likely to be unoccupied now.

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Hallway

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin finally gets tired of experiencing the dark dreams of the half-sleeping state, and of tossing and turning between bouts of such dreams. It's getting towards morning, anyway. He finally rolls quietly out of bed, takes his jacket, and steps out of Cabin 2:A.

He is just in time to spot Conan exiting 2:B.

"Conan?" he calls, worried now that he sees the small blanket-draped figure. Yes, he's heard that Conan was somehow injured, but he doesn't know the details. He's glad to see Conan up and around, since that shows he's recovering, but that staggering walk suggests he shouldn't be up yet.

Re: Hallway

[deductiongeek]

Conan blinks up at him and reflexively tugs at his blanket.

"Curufin? What are you doing here?"

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin responds, "Too restless, haven't slept well, going to spend some time in the Garden Coach. And how about you? How are you doing?"

[deductiongeek]

"I'm fine! I just couldn't sleep very well." Conan immediately starts thinking of ways to ditch Curufin. Quickly.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin laughs. "The Insomnia Club meets again! Well, what do you do besides get on the ICP, when you can't sleep? Want to go to the kitchen and see if there's anything interesting in the fridge? Or go to the gym and kick a a soccer ball around?"

He's not that easy to ditch, especially when he's a little worried about someone!

[deductiongeek]

"That's okay. I was just going to get a book from the library." And be very boring and uninteresting.

At least that was the plan. So of course it is this moment that he doubles over in pain, clutching at his heart.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin is about to make a joke about the library, but he doesn't have time.

He kneels down in front of Conan and tries to catch him in case he falls. "What is it, Conan? Are you in pain?"

[deductiongeek]

He forces himself to straighten back up as the pain of the attack fades. "I'm okay," he says, as he tries to think of an excuse that could explain that.

[so_dark_a_road]

"You're not okay, Conan," says Curufin, softly. "Something is wrong. Can't you tell me what it is? Do you want to go to the med bay?"

[deductiongeek]

He looks up at Curufin with alarm.

"I don't need the med bay," he insists. "I'll just go back to bed and rest."

The last thing he wanted was for someone to see this happen.

[so_dark_a_road]

"I'm worried about you, Conan. I'm aware you keep some things to yourself, and I don't fault you for it. I just. . . want to help you if I can." He speaks softly, to defray the alarm in Conan's eyes.

[deductiongeek]

That stops him in his well disguised panic, and makes him think about how well he knew Curufin.

"This isn't something you can help with," he says at last.