+1 Small Detective

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Conan was starting to get a headache.

Upon arriving here, he'd immediately watched the PSA and gathered up as many different kinds of brochures he could locate. He'd spent a few minutes in the plaza, spreading them out on the ground as he checked them against each other and scribbled down observations in his notebook. It still wasn't nearly enough information. He wasn't going to believe he had actually stumbled into a multiverse without more evidence than this.

That left one option.  For the rest of the afternoon Conan lingers around the plaza, ambushing anyone in the area with a carefully cheerful interrogation.

" Hello!  Could you help me?"

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To be fair, Conan had already lived seventeen years as an irrepressible busybody, as most teen detectives in his world tended to be. That hadn't changed when he'd been forced to live his life as a child once again.

He frowns a little at seeing a real child here. That was more than a little concerning, seeing as he still wasn't sure what dangers this Nexus held.

"I just arrived here," he says cheerfully. "I'm trying to learn more about this place. Talking to the people already here is the best way, right? Have you been here long?"

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In Alex's case, he just had a neatfreak, overly organized dad who taught him to be sort of the same way, albeit with less enthusiasm. He's not the greatest at taking notes. He's trying, though, as best he can, and it's better than nothing.

"I've been here for... about a day, I think? Something like that. I have a hard time keeping track of time without enough sleep, and a hard time sleeping without my medicine from back home." Which should be totally reassuring to Conan, truly. "But everybody here is really nice when you talk to them. One helped me get aspirin, and another treated me to dinner. Everybody looks out for each other. If you just keep asking questions, they'll have answers."

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"Medicine?" Now Conan was concerned. "Are you going to be okay here without it?"

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"Probably?" No, wait, that sounded bad, let him retry that. "I'll just have sleep problems like I did before, but it should be okay. There isn't school here, I think, so I won't get in trouble if I crash for twenty hours and then go a few days without sleep like back before I was being treated. It'll just mean I have to be more careful about remembering to eat. But I'm eleven; I'm old enough to take care of myself, now."

Besides, he didn't want to worry someone who was clearly new and had their own problems. He'd go find someone he was sort-of friends with here, talk to them, get some advice and figure it out. It'd be fine. He wasn't the kind of sick that was life-threatening, after all. He only had some quirks of physiology, as his dad put it.

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"Going without sleep for that long still isn't healthy. Are there any doctors or pharmacists here that could help?"

In Conan's opinion, eleven was definitely not old enough to take care of yourself. He hadn't started until he was fourteen.

And yes, he was fully aware of the irony of holding this opinion as someone who didn't look a day over seven.

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"There are pharmacies, and I have aspirin for the headaches. But I don't know any doctors here. Plus I don't have money, so I don't know how I'd pay for it."

Unless it turns out the Nexus had some kind of health care for random people who got teleported in. They might. He hasn't actually asked.

Eleven feels grown up enough to start to figure this out. He'll be fine.

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"Have you asked?"

Conan might have been a cynical little brat even on the best of days, but he'd like to believe that people would be willing to find a way to work things out when it was something a kid needed.

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"No. I don't know what dosage of Naloxone I need, and I don't think I could convince people to give me it without knowing that. I mean, they're not just going to shrug and give me injections. I'm pretty sure that kind of thing is against the law, isn't it, if you're not a doctor?"

He's not sure what his dosage was, but his dad had been very, very afraid of side effects from him taking too much. There was a reason the injections were locked up just as securely as the alcohol in the house. Worse, adults always got super worried when they found out he needed regular shots. They always start treating him like he's fragile, and Alex doesn't like worrying people like that.

It's also illegal to give Naloxone to children in the United States, but that's okay. His dad's a neuroscientist, he knows what he's doing.