Shinichi Kudo (
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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-26 09:41 pm
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Who: Conan and Peter (and maybe others later)
Where: Medical Car
When: Evening of Apple Day 25
What: The cold of the last few days hadn't done Conan's terrible immune system any favors. He's coming down with a cold and heads to the the medical car in search of medicine.
It was probably inevitable.
Conan had gotten used to the seeming endless number of colds that had accompanied his return to childhood. And so when he feels the familiar feeling of a cold settle in to the back of his throat, he doesn't even bother to tell anyone. He heads straight for the medical car in hopes of finding some medicine to handle the worst of it.
Where: Medical Car
When: Evening of Apple Day 25
What: The cold of the last few days hadn't done Conan's terrible immune system any favors. He's coming down with a cold and heads to the the medical car in search of medicine.
It was probably inevitable.
Conan had gotten used to the seeming endless number of colds that had accompanied his return to childhood. And so when he feels the familiar feeling of a cold settle in to the back of his throat, he doesn't even bother to tell anyone. He heads straight for the medical car in hopes of finding some medicine to handle the worst of it.

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"Ah, don't worry about that. I have a super metabolism-I can't even catch a cold anymore." Or at least, he hasn't since the Spider-bite. That probably means he can't catch one, right?
"It's a good thing we have a medical bay now-when we first got here we didn't."
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He looked at his watch and sighed. "What would you estimate your recovery for your head to be? Is it still bad enough that I should go get his tea?" He didn't want to make the kid have to be in here alone, at least not at first. Well, he might for a few minutes either way. He needed some bedding in here and to put Conan's old sheets in the wash.. ugh.
"Never mind. You wait here and I'll go take care of a few things. Peter, get a mask on. Conan, uh here." He takes one of the Bufferin pills and cuts it in half. He hands it over a piece to the kid. He also gets a glass from one of the cabinets and fills it with water. After that, he heads for the door to get some things to make this easier on the sick kiddo.
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"Really? What happened when people got sick or injured?"
Conan takes the pill from Tony and grimaces at the pill a little before taking it.
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"But I have a super metabolism. I mean, Captain America doesn't get sick." Peter points out. "Why would I?"
He leans back in the chair he's seated on and makes a face before pulling the ice pack off off his head a moment.
"I can handle making tea-it was just a mild concussion I'm-Whoa." He stands up and has to sit right back down again.
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Conan eyes him skeptically. "You should probably rest longer before you try that."