From Paris with Love || Detective Conan

Chapter 51

(DC Movie 26)

Vodka couldn't hear anything even if he pressed his ear to the cold door. Should I stop him? He thought. He noticed Gin was using his phone more often. Was he able to reach Shiori-san though his phone? That's nonsense, he laughed at his own thought.

Suddenly gunshots were fired, he knew from experience that he shouldn't interrupt Gin. As soon as he heard the door opening, he quickly pulled and stood away, prepared to take Kir's injured body and patch her up but instead it was Kir peeking her head out, her hand holding the doorway was shaking and tears were forming on her eyes, "Vodka, help him." Something is different, why is her voice different?

He raised a brow and peeked inside the room to find Gin crouching on the ground with a hand on his stomach and blood gushing out of his wound. "Aniki!" Vodka pushed Kir aside and ran to his partner.

He didn't waste anytime and guided Gin to an empty room nearby, acting as his crutch while Kir was following after them, arms crossed to her chest while she was visibly shaken. As he laid Gin down the bed, he grunted from the pain. 

Vodka faced and marched towards Kir who was standing in the corner of the room, "You! What have you done," 

"Leave her, Vodka." Gin rose from the bed and pointed his gun at his partner.  

What's going on? Vodka wanted to just give Gin a what-the-hell look, but just dismissed the thought and opened a cabinet to grab the first aid kit. 

"Oi!" He called for Kir and tossed the green whistle, "Give it to him." 

She stared at it for a second before going over to Gin. "Give it to me." The silver-haired man knew she didn't know how to administer the anesthetic and was still in shock. Her eyes glanced at the gunshot wound and seeing blood gushing out of it, she became dizzy and had the feeling of wanting to throw up. "Get out," Gin said, noticing her getting pale each second.

"Eh, aniki, I need her to assist." Vodka appeared beside them, already wearing gloves and instruments to take the bullet out of his wound. As a senior member of the organization who's been in the field, he was almost as good as a chief nurse in patching up injuries especially gun wounds. 

"No, get her out-"

"I- I'll stay." She said, grabbing a mask, "What do I have to do?"

 ...

"Good work," Vodka said as he finished closing the wound, he face Kir who was acting like she wants to throw up during the procedure, "You know how to bandage don't you? I'll leave it to you."

Kir nodded and grabbed the bandages. Vodka left because there was no senior in the control room to give orders. The woman grabbed a chair and with shaking hands, she began rolling the bandage around his arm.