Summary: Drabble based off of a couple of lines that pop up if you go to the exam room right before making the final diagnosis in The Simplest Truth.
Holy crap, I'm posting something that's not Phoenix Wright. Anyway, Joshua's line might not be accurate, but it's close enough and I REALLY don't feel like playing the whole mission just to get to it right now.
So. That was it, then.
He'd just walked out of the imaging room. RONI had recorded the last symptom they needed for a diagnosis. The only thing left to do was record it on her database.
His son had Wermer's.
His son had Wermer's.
In his disbelieving daze (for he truly, honestly did not want to believe the diagnosis that all the symptoms pointed to), he failed to notice where his feet took him. To be precise? His feet took him back to the exam room.
And there he was: his precious, precious son, his son who didn't know who his father was, his son who'd inherited his unruly green hair and ochre eyes, his son whose hand he'd held when he was small, his son, his son, his dying son...
"Joshua..." He didn't realize the word came out of his mouth until the boy in question replied, chipper as ever.
"Oh, hi doctor! I'm still here, just doing my best!"
Gabriel chuckled weakly. "You're... doing a great job..."
(He's still... He has to be in so much pain right now...
God... Aside from the hospital gown and the, well, thinness, he looks like there's absolutely nothing wrong with him! And his voice doesn't sound strained at all... It's like he's entirely healthy. And yet... he's not. I know he's not. I just saw his CT scans, his MRIs, his X-rays... Everything, everything points to him needing a bucket list, if he's not treated in time...)
He looked at his son once more, who looked back at him with a questioning look. Gabriel couldn't handle it. He shook his head, turned, and left.
He had a diagnosis to complete.