Case: 016

[1_truth]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard | Early-Early Morning in the Kitchen }}

[ He knows pretty much anyone who knew he had this idea would object which is why he's up so early. He's brought in the milk but instead of just dumping it down the drain like he usually does he's set it on the table and watches it apprehensively. He has to do this-he has to know. But there's no way to tell what kind of milk it is without... drinking... it. Just the thought alone is enough to churn his stomach. But he won't get anywhere if he doesn't take risks. ]

..is there really no other way to do this?

[ He pours grabs the bottle and pours a very small glass which he makes a disgusted face at before taking it in both hands. 'Just... a little right?' He takes a deep breath and gulps down some air before starting to take a drink-managing to swallow very little of it.. He immediately spews it out though-coughing loudly as he wipes his mouth, traces of blood on his hand and in the spewed milk. ]

Well.. could have been worse. [ Cough-cough-hack ]

{{ →!Phone - Early Morning }}

[ Cough-hack-cough ]

N-ne! [ Cough ] G-Good Morning Everyone! S-Sorry [ Hack ] to bother you so early- [ Cough-cough ] but I was wondering-[ Cough-hack ] if anyone has a microscope I could borrow? [ Cough-Cough ]

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[At Pharmacy.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock reaches out to steady him, by holding his shoulders. He realizes how warm he is and lets go.]

What can I do?

[At Pharmacy.]

[consultantsson]

[ He's not fighting it this time so the process starts much quicker than it had last time. If transformation has sounded painful by description alone that's nothing compared to how it looks. ]

[ He's suddenly getting smaller but it seems as if every part of him is receding into its self. ]

[At Pharmacy.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Well now Sherlock is just watching with scientific curiosity.]

[At Pharmacy.]

[1_truth]

[ Eventually the shrinking stops and Shinichi is once again the size of a small seven year old. A small, exhausted seven year old wrapped in a robe that far too big. At some point he must have passed out because he only slumps to the floor, unconscious. ]

[At Pharmacy.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs and realizes he is breathing rather heavily. He wraps Conan up in his robe and gently moves the lad into his lap. He won't try to wake Conan, but won't move him more until Conan is awake.]

I wish I could do more.