Authors note: I don't own the Ace Attorney series nor anything else written in here.
I... I might have been in too much of a hurry that day. But being a full time prosecutor and rock star means you are going to have a fast life, ja?
...It still doesn't excuse what I did. I could have killed someone... But it wasn't my fault. But he could have died... I shouldn't have been such an idiot.
We were late that day. I had given Kris a lift, and we were both late. Even though it's easier to navigate traffic on a bike, I was still too impatient. I tried to overtake a car on a busy highway. It was the drivers fault, he pulled out without warning. Smashed into the side of my bike. All I can really remember of that moment is falling through the air, travelling forwards without the bike. I must have hit the road pretty hard. Broke a few ribs. Broke a leg too, when it was crushed between the car and my bike.
The next moment, I was lying on my back on the side of the highway, cars rushing past and the offending vehicle nowhere to be seen. Hit and run. I guess I was just lucky it wasn't fatal. I could feel the blood trickling down my skin, and tried to sit up. I remember the excruciating pain. I remember swearing rather loudly in German. I remember looking around for Kris.
He must have fallen off further down the road. He was already on his feet and quickly walking towards me, albeit with a slight limp, one hand already rooting through his pocket trying to find a phone, the other hanging by his side, dripping pools of blood onto the tarmac. His suit was ripped and covered with blood and dirt, but it looked like I'd come out the worst. After phoning for an ambulance, he helped me sit up.
"Are you okay?"
"Can't feel my leg and I'm bleeding more than a corpse, but other than that I'm great."
"Obviously your humour hasn't gone astray, then."
"Same goes for you, ja? ...Your hand okay?"
"Eh... It is pretty bad. Nothing fatal."
It's amazing how fast emergency services respond when you're famous, ja? Anyway, we were both rushed into A&E, Kris spending a considerably shorter time in there than me. They told me I had to stay in there for a while. Kris came to visit, of course. Hell, even Daryan came once or twice, with various 'witty' comments to make. Kris said that he'd been told his hand would be left with a scar where it was cut pretty badly. I considered myself lucky, really. I'd be healed up in a few months. Probably wouldn't leave any marks behind.
"I'm... sorry."
"...For what?"
"For getting us knocked off the bike."
"It was the car's fault."
"I was driving. I tried to overtake. I could have killed us."
"But we're not dead, are we."
"No, but-"
"So just concentrate on that. And try not to do it again."
"...Ja, ja... I won't kill anyone if you won't."
"Hmph. You're assuming I would kill someone?"
Looks like that event left a scar for us both after all...