+1 Small Detective

[spoilsfun]

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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[spoilsfun]

"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.

[bilocate]

"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.