[Ryunosuke has been asleep ever since the mission ended, huddled up on his little bed in the infirmary and totally dead to the world. Exhaustion from that last battle and the long hike just before that would have been more than enough to keep him asleep for a good long while, but there's probably been some medication helping things along, too. You probably don't recover well from being mauled/shot full of poison which burns like fire in your veins, unless you've got something extra to help keep you down.
Now his condition is stable enough for him to be left to wake up on his own, but as it turns out, he's in no particular rush to do so. He's off in lala land, having some kind of bizarre dream about... Having to drive a tandem bicycle with Mr. Sholmes??? They're slogging through the streets of London, trying to get to Whitehall before something terrible happens... Ryunosuke doesn't know what the terrible something is, because Mr. Sholmes won't tell him. He just knows it's urgent, because... Mr. Sholmes said so.
AND YET, despite the large role the Great Detective is playing in alerting him to the nonspecific crisis, Ryunosuke feels like he's the only one doing any pedaling? Mr. Sholmes is actually lounging with his feet up on the handlebars, rattling off some nonsense or another while Ryunosuke struggles twice as hard to get them both there. But it's alright, because they've almost made it, he can see it, he can see their destination, it's just a bit further-- But wait! The London street has inexplicably turned into the Supreme Courtroom where Ryunosuke stood trial back in Tokyo, and suddenly the witness stand is there, right in their path--!? They crash catastrophically, bike and both riders flip over the wooden railing. Mr. Sholmes goes flying and lands perfectly atop the Judge's stand, while Ryunosuke flat on his back on the floor, the bicycle tumbling through the air and landing right on top of him.
Pained and wheezing, he stares up towards the ceiling, while Sholmes stares back down from his perch. "'Pon my word, Mr. Naruhodo... You seem to have gotten yourself caught in a bit of a vicious cycle there, haven't you?" He starts to guffaw at his own joke. Ryunosuke is starting to have difficulty breathing under the weight of the bike... Seriously, what is this thing made of, lead!? It's so heavy, he can't-- Can't...
Groggy and disoriented, Ryunosuke blinks his eyes open as the dream fades away. Something's not right... Where is he? What's going on? What's--
... Dog. Dog face? Inches from his face. TALKING dog face. Talking... DOG...? DEATH?! DID HE JUST SAY DEATH?!]
[Like a fire has been lit right under his ass, Ryunosuke goes from still half asleep to ABSOLUTE PANIC in about 2.5 seconds, flailing and thrashing in a wild attempt to both get out of bed and also wriggle out from underneath this terrifying hallucination that's apparently trying to asphyxiate him and drag him to the underworld.]
I. (Infirmary flavored as discussed)
Now his condition is stable enough for him to be left to wake up on his own, but as it turns out, he's in no particular rush to do so. He's off in lala land, having some kind of bizarre dream about... Having to drive a tandem bicycle with Mr. Sholmes??? They're slogging through the streets of London, trying to get to Whitehall before something terrible happens... Ryunosuke doesn't know what the terrible something is, because Mr. Sholmes won't tell him. He just knows it's urgent, because... Mr. Sholmes said so.
AND YET, despite the large role the Great Detective is playing in alerting him to the nonspecific crisis, Ryunosuke feels like he's the only one doing any pedaling? Mr. Sholmes is actually lounging with his feet up on the handlebars, rattling off some nonsense or another while Ryunosuke struggles twice as hard to get them both there. But it's alright, because they've almost made it, he can see it, he can see their destination, it's just a bit further-- But wait! The London street has inexplicably turned into the Supreme Courtroom where Ryunosuke stood trial back in Tokyo, and suddenly the witness stand is there, right in their path--!? They crash catastrophically, bike and both riders flip over the wooden railing. Mr. Sholmes goes flying and lands perfectly atop the Judge's stand, while Ryunosuke flat on his back on the floor, the bicycle tumbling through the air and landing right on top of him.
Pained and wheezing, he stares up towards the ceiling, while Sholmes stares back down from his perch. "'Pon my word, Mr. Naruhodo... You seem to have gotten yourself caught in a bit of a vicious cycle there, haven't you?" He starts to guffaw at his own joke. Ryunosuke is starting to have difficulty breathing under the weight of the bike... Seriously, what is this thing made of, lead!? It's so heavy, he can't-- Can't...
Groggy and disoriented, Ryunosuke blinks his eyes open as the dream fades away. Something's not right... Where is he? What's going on? What's--
... Dog. Dog face? Inches from his face. TALKING dog face. Talking... DOG...? DEATH?! DID HE JUST SAY DEATH?!]
Wh... Wh... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!!!
[Like a fire has been lit right under his ass, Ryunosuke goes from still half asleep to ABSOLUTE PANIC in about 2.5 seconds, flailing and thrashing in a wild attempt to both get out of bed and also wriggle out from underneath this terrifying hallucination that's apparently trying to asphyxiate him and drag him to the underworld.]