Waking up felt strange, like I hadn't. Ever. I think I woke up because of the splitting headache and a few machines beeping non-stop. I moaned, due the pain and ringing in my ears. In the background, behind the machines, I heard somebody, but I couldn't make out the words.

I wanted to see who they were, so I opened my eyes, slowly, having to close them again every so often to shield the light away from them. I didn't recognize him, the man in the blue suit and porcupine hair. He looked like he was going to cry, but I couldn't tell from what. Was it tears of joy or sadness? Was it because of me or something else?

Then I thought, 'Who is this man...better question. Who am I? Do I have amnesia?!' I looked up at the man, my eyes barely open. "Man, you could have died, dammit! Why the hell would you do that?!" Then, unexpectedly, he leaned down and hugged me. "Don't do that, okay? Don't!" I didn't want to make him more upset than he already was, but I had to ask him.

"Um, I'm sorry, but...I don't remember who I am or who you are..." The man looked at me like I was crazy. "Edgey? You don't remember me?" "Edgey?" "Guess you don't. Do you remember what happened? Before you blacked out?" I thought hard, trying to remember anything.

"It's somewhat blurry, but...I think I was on a cliff. Wait, why was I on a cliff?!" "I'll tell you later. Do you remember anything else?" "Well, I think somebody fell off the edge and I grabbed them, but I feel with them." "Think harder." "I...I kind of swung them up with my arm so they landed back at the top, but then I lost my grip...and feel. Am-am I at the hospital?"

The man looked away. "Yeah...serious head and leg injury." "Leg?" That's when I relieved I couldn't move my legs. I looked down towards my feet. They were still there, thankfully. "Why can't I move them?"

The man looked like he was going to cry again. "Paralyzed. Paralyzed below the knees." "So I wasn't like this before?" "No. You got hurt because of me, dang it!" The man looked like he was going to punch the wall out.

"Wh-what's your name," I had to ask. He turned back towards me, fear in his eyes. "And mine." The man sighed. "Got to start somewhere I guess. Your childhood friend, Phoenix Wright. Your name is Miles Edgeworth, okay? Got that?"

I tried to swallow the information. How could I forget somebody I had known for so long? "So, Wright." "At least your calling me by the same name you usually do. So, childhood friend, rival in court." "Rival? Court?" Wright sighed.

"We got a long way to go. Your a prosecutor and I'm a defense attorney, so we face each other a lot. This might hurt you a little, but I have to tell you this, okay?" I braced myself for the worst. "Okay."

"Your dad was a defense attorney, and in forth grade, you wanted to be just like him. In that same year, people thought I took your lunch money, but you stood up for me. So did Larry, but I'll you about him later. One day you went with him to work. He lost the trial, but he pointed out evidence the prosecution tampered with. So you, your dad, and the bailiff were in the elevator when there was an earthquake. There wasn't a lot of air in the elevator, so the bailiff started going crazy, yelling at your dad to stop stealing his air or something. Well, he grabbed your dad and the gun fell out of his holster at your feet. You threw the gun at him, and it shot out the elevator doors and hit the prosecutor for that trial. There still wasn't a lot of air, so you and everybody else blacked out. The power came back on and in a fit of rage, the prosecutor shot your dad."

"What?!" I couldn't help myself. I had to scream or shout or do something, knowing this shocking information. "I know, but, this is going to kill you. I'm sorry, but I have to tell you." "Go ahead."

"You didn't know that the gunshot hit the prosecutor, you thought the bailiff shot your dad. However, in dreams, you thought that you shot your dad because of the scream. So, the defense had the bailiff declared not guilty and you were...upset to say the least. You started to hate criminals and wanted to become a prosecutor instead of a defense attorney. So, the prosecutor had this elaborate plan to get you the guilty verdict to get him off scot-free. He became your mentor, plus his daughter, and you trained to be a prosecutor, which you still are today. About 15 years after the incident with your dad, he had the bailiff, who was pretending to be a crazy old man at the time because he was still hated by the public, shoot the defense attorney that declared him not guilty. He shot him because he didn't take care of the public mess still. Anyway, he then sent a note to you for a meeting on the lake. You agreed, so the bailiff invited the attorney over and shot him. The bailiff disguised himself as the defense and met you on the boat. He shot at you twice to get people's attention and jumped in the lake to make people think you did it, kill the attorney. I defended you and the prosecutor was the same, but you objected before he could give the verdict. You felt guilty for the incident with your dad. We did find out who the real killer was, though."

A short pause. "You weren't the same after that trial, however. You didn't have the same...spirit I guess. So, you wanted to go to Germany to see what being a prosecutor really meant, but you told me and everybody else something different. You...you...you left a suicide note."

My eyes became huge at Wright's last words. I had been shocked throughout the whole story, but I didn't imagine this. "You came back, though," he quickly said. I started to remember a few things he said, like my sister, Franziska and von Karma. There was one man, I couldn't remember his name though. I told him that I was going to Germany. "Who's the man in the trench coat?" Wright laughed at me. "Starting to remember a few things, huh? That's Gumshoe."

"Who's Larry again?" Like magic, the door flew open to a boy around my age, stepping in, staring at his phone. "Hey Nick, this hospital has a ton of Poke-stops if you want to pl..." He stopped mid-sentence, looking straight at me. "EDGEY!" He then tackled me in the bed. "Who's this?"

He stared at me. "Oh come on Edgey! Your joking with me, right?" "No, he's not Larry. Amnesia." "So this is Larry. Wouldn't imagine being friends with this psycho." "Edgey, you don't remember me?" I tried to think back to forth grade, or any memory of him, really. "No," I said bluntly. He pouted and looked at Wright.

"Do you at least remember your boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?!" I screamed. Larry sighed while Wright blushed a shade of red like a firetruck. "Yeah, Nick's, or Wright to you I guess, your boyfriend. He failed to mention that, didn't he?" "I wanted him to figure that out on his own, Larry! Besides, it barely even started!" "I don't care!" "Boyfriend?"

I sat there and watched the two argue. "That's seriously the first thing you had to say?! Why not, I'm so glad your okay, or something other than boyfriend!" "He was going to find out eventually anyway." "I wanted him to worry about his other memories first! Like Kay! Or Maya! Or Gumshoe! Or Franziska!" "Don't you think a boyfriend is more important that a stupid detective that messes up almost every job?" "AARG!"

They both stared at me once again. "What?" I didn't feel comfortable, being the middle of attention. "Where is Kay, anyway, Larry?" "Bathroom."

"Okay, well, do you remember anything else, Edgeworth? Like... I don't know...your office? Your car?" "That's stupid Nick." "At least I'm trying!"

I tried to remember the things he mentioned. "I remember red. A lot of red. My suit's red." Wright stared at me. "Good start I guess." "My car's red to- WAIT! Was it the scene of a murder?!" Wright nodded. "The body was found in the trunk of your car. Remember anybody in that incident?" I thought harder.

"The Skye sisters." I had to smile, remembering Ema in my office, crawling to get the note of resignation while Wright distracted me. I was only remembering small things, though. I didn't remember why I wrote that note.

Then I remembered the steel samurai figure. "OHMYGOSHNOTOLDBAG!" Wright laughed with Larry. "That's one memory I would like to forget again." Wright and Larry laughed even harder.

The door opened and a girl with a high, black ponytail stepped in. She gasped staring at me. "MR. EDGEWORTH!" She jumped on me, just like Larry. "Um, I'm sorry, but who are you?" "Edgey, are you going to ask every single person that question?"

Kay looked at me with an invisible mask over her face. She looked fine on the outside, but I could tell she was shattered on the inside. Guess I had known her well. "Amnesia?" "Yeah." "Looks like we switched places, huh?" "Well, I don't really know what you are talking about." Kay smiled a sad smile. "Now I know how you felt."

The nurse came walking in. I don't know what all she did, but she told them to get out and did her 'normal' check up on me I guess. "I figured you would have amnesia. You got hit in the head pretty hard." She unwrapped the bandages that were around my head. "While you were, um, sleeping, you kept mumbling for Phoenix." "Oh?"

"Yeah. You kept, like, asking for him. I guess it was because of what happened." "Does she mean the thing that got me in this mess? Wait, was Wright the figure I saved?! Is that why he kept saying this was all his fault?"

"Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what exactly happened?" "Well, I'll tell you what Mr. Phoenix told me. You two were on a rock climbing trip. Apparently you went on a few before. Anyway, Mr. Phoenix got a little too close to the edge and it broke, because it was so thin. You grabbed his hand, but you fell too. You grabbed an edge that was sticking out, but it was going to give out, too. He told me you kind of swung him in an upwards motion, so he went back up. Your hand grabbed a ledge pretty close to the top, so he got on the top again with no problem, but the ledge you were grabbing broke and you fell."

"How the heck did I not die?!" "You didn't fall down too far, but you still got hurt," she said, nodding towards my legs. "He was really worried about you." "Phoenix?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious. "Of course! I mean, he kept blaming himself, which he shouldn't for one, and he only went home a few times in the past week."

"Week?" "Oh, you were out for a week. Anyway, it was like you knew he was there when he was in the room. I just can't get over that. Even through amnesia, wow."

The nurse continued her work and let everybody back in again. She whispered something to Phoenix and walked out. "Good news. They'll let you out tomorrow night if you look okay! You'll have to do therapy and stuff, but it's better than being stuck in this room."

He looked like he wanted to tell me something else, but didn't feel comfortable with Kay and Larry in the room. Kay noticed the look and dragged Larry out. Wright let out a sigh of relief.

"So I figured you would have to stay with me... just for a little bit until you can figure out...how to...you know." I nodded in agreement. He stared at the floor.

"I better let you get some rest. I'll see you later, okay?" "Alright. Bye Wright." As soon as he was about to walk out the door, he turned back around to me. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

Before I could ask what he meant, Wright turned off the light and walked out. I pulled up the thin sheet and attempted to roll over to my side. I tried to remember anything else, but the curtains of sleep closed over my eyes before I could.