This was, as mentioned in the description, a fill for the kink meme. Here's the original request:

"I have noticed that Phoenix takes a lot of shit from all the other characters. I mean, ALL of the crew make fun of him at some point, he doesn't get paid and has to put up with all the craziness of the Feys, the witnesses and so on.

So, maybe a lot of that is just fun and joke, but I want something different:

I want that they finally cross the line and Phoenix gets seriously hurt. Physically or emotionally, I don't care, but it has to be clear, that he's hurt. A lot. (Not death, please, just hurt)

Maybe someone said something that is just under the line, maybe a joke goes out of hand, maybe Maya took a lot of money from Phoenix which he actually really needed, maybe Edgeworth does something stupid, or it's a combination of things.

And I want them all to realized that they were indeed very cruel to Phoenix. So, they have to make up. Comfort for the poor attorney!

(P/E is love, but when you're not ok with it there hasn't to be any pairing. But please no P/M)."

So here it is.

~ Shattered Glass ~

Miles Edgeworth thought he had felt guilt before. Alone amongst the other children at the orphanage, he had felt responsible for his father's death: later in life, when the nightmare had been proven false, even then he had harbored some irrational belief that even just throwing the gun, summoning someone to kill his father, had been his fault.

Then there had been Franziska. In a way, he had been responsible for her father's death, too: that guilt still wracked him sometimes. He had never loved von Karma like she had. Even now, when she seemed happiest, his conscience ached for how lonely she was.

But nothing could compare to this. Absolutely nothing.

Edgeworth looked through the glass, wanting to scream and smash it into slivers. Beyond lay the unconscious figure of a companion, a valuable courtroom ally and a fiercely devoted friend. Edgeworth could hardly see his face and distinctive spiked hair for all the wires and snaked plastic tubing. Hospitals were the worst place to find a friend: they made people unrecognizable.

And Edgeworth had put him there.

He tapped a fist softly against the glass, cursing under his breath. How could he have been so careless, so stupid? Everything had gotten so out of control... and Wright was now paying a heavy penalty for something so simple, something everyone teased him about.

Everyone knew that Wright trusted everyone. From the killer girlfriends who tried to take his life, to erstwhile childhood friends, to complete strangers on the street... Wright trusted in the goodness of people.

"Someday that's going to get you into trouble, Nick," Maya had announced cheerfully, as the three of them dug into a large anchovy pizza. She ripped a piece from the pie and took a huge bite. "Y'know, shom p'ple jush aren't nishe."

Edgeworth reached forward silently, using the serving wedge rather than his fingers, sliding a slice onto his plate. Wright caught his eye, and Edgeworth flicked an eyebrow. She's right, you know.

"I know, Maya," Wright said mildly, turning his eyes to the pizza. "I can't help it, though. People are inherently good: they just become bad after years and years of sadness, or from other people being mean to them. I think everyone should get a second chance."

Edgeworth felt his cheeks burn. Wright was just innocently talking, expressing his opinion: but Edgeworth knew better than most people just how far Wright would go in order to show he trusted someone. Choosing his career to save a childhood friend he'd only known for nine months, for instance.

Maya chewed ferociously and swallowed. "So if someone walked up to you on the street and asked for twenty bucks, what would you do?" She took another monstrous bite: sometimes Edgeworth, neatly cutting with fork and knife, wondered how she didn't choke.

"Um... what do they say they want the twenty bucks for?" Wright asked. Edgeworth got the feeling the two of them played this game a lot. It was often how dinners went when he tagged along: Wright and Maya made fun of each other non-stop for an hour, while he watched on in amusement. He only occasionally chimed in.

"I dunno. For gas. My mom's sick, I need to get to Burbank tonight, but I forgot my wallet!" Maya's voice became rough and low as she mimicked what was apparently a disreputable man. "How about that? Would you believe he really wanted to buy gas?"

Now it was Wright's turn to blush. "Um," he said, and took a bite of pizza.

"You didn't," Maya said, horror-struck. "Nick, did you actually give some guy on the street money because he said he needed gas?"

Wright glared at her. "Look, how was I supposed to know? He looked—"

"Is that how you got your wallet stolen that time?" Maya interrupted. Wright didn't even have to answer this time: the explosion of red across his cheeks told everything. "Oh, my gosh, Nick. What if he'd shot you or something?"

"Why on earth would he shoot me?" Wright demanded, throwing down his half-slice of pizza. He sighed, looking mournfully down into his plate. "I handed him a twenty and he snatched my wallet out of my hand and ran. That's all there was to it."

"Maybe you should just learn to run faster," Edgeworth said drily. Wright shot him an even look; Edgeworth innocently took a bite of pizza.

Maya giggled. "Yeah, if you're going to be so trusting, you should at least be able to catch muggers, and run away from people who hold a gun to your head, Nick!"

The conversation had gone on; Edgeworth had continued to listen as Maya berated her sort-of law partner and best friend. He had felt no premonition from Maya's words, and had taken no warning.