Chapter 6: A Different Perspective
Iris walked into Ivy University that day with tears stained on her cheeks. She was surprised to find Phoenix anxiously waiting for her at the rock she had met him days before.
Upon spotting her, Phoenix ran at full speed towards Iris. "Dollie!" He cried out.
Iris smiled at Phoenix, momentarily forgetting that she was in pain. "Hi Feenie! You waited for me?" She was surprised by the loyalty the boy had shown.
"Of course I did. When I didn't see you I got worried." He said with a slight smile. Suddenly, his eyes wondered over to the open cut on Iris's arm.
"D-dollie! You're bleeding!" He said with concern lingering in his voice.
Iris sadly glanced down at her cut. "Yes… I-er-fell down on the way here."
Phoenix frowned. "That's terrible, Dollie! And your dress… it's completely stained. But that's beside the point… wait here! I will be right back." Then, with that, Phoenix began running off in the opposite direction.
Iris smiled slightly. Wow… she thought. He must really care about me. But why does he care so much about me. If only he knew that I didn't feel the same way…
All of a sudden, Phoenix came running back, faster than lightening, with a first aid kit in his hand.
Huffing and puffing, Phoenix Wright knelt down beside Iris and opened the first aid kit.
Why? She asked herself again. Why does he care so much?
"I'm sorry, Dahlia. This may sting just a bit." Then as the first bell rang, he poured hydrogen peroxide, a liquid Iris wasn't familiar with, all over the gash. Phoenix's hands shook so much as he poured it, a little bit of it dripped onto Iris's dress.
Iris's winced. It burned. A lot.
"Oh… I'm so sorry Dahlia. I promise it'll be better." He said, his eyes starting to get watery.
Iris nodded. Phoenix gave a slight smile to Iris, and then resumed rummaging through the first aid kit.
While he was in the process of going through the small white box, the second bell rang loudly.
"Feenie," Iris said with a small smile. "Go to class. You're late. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
Phoenix laughed slightly. "Dollie, your hurt. I can't leave you."
Iris turned to face him. "But why do you care so much about me? We have only been together for a short number of days. We barely know each other!"
Phoenix looked down. His feelings were slightly hurt. "Dollie…. I really like you. And I have a feeling that… we could be together for a long time."
Then, he gently took her arm and wrapped a long, white bandage around it. Iris looked down at her injury. It didn't hurt so much anymore.
Phoenix then got up to leave, but Iris instantly felt bad. "Phoenix, wait!"
He turned around, and sighed as he put out his hand for another handshake. Phoenix looked tired, and sad.
Iris smiled, then gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, so very much." She told him quietly.
Phoenix smiled, looking directly into her eyes. "Thanks, Dahlia." Then with a slight wave, he was off to his classes.
As Iris sat back down on the rock, she smiled dreamily. She wasn't sure how she felt about Phoenix, but she knew that she had a different perspective on him that day on. Looking into his eyes that one moment, she could see his happiness, and something she hadn't noticed before. His eyes always twinkled mischievously when he smiled. Happily, she skipped back home, forgetting she was even injured to begin with.
