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"You look like shit."
"How eloquent, Wright."
Miles peered around the small room, his skin prickling. He had no love for places like these. Hospitals reminded him of all the deaths in his life. With his share of ghosts, simply walking through the halls was enough to haunt him. He struggled to keep a straight face as he settled his gaze on Phoenix Wright. The man did not look like Cinderella himself. But almost getting killed did that to a person. Left them looking painfully small and vulnerable amongst the tangle of white sheets.
He shut the door and stepped further in.
Wright watched him, a cocky smile plastered on his face. But it didn't take a genius to see through the facade. The smile was wavering and his limp hair stole from the expression's potential impact. He wasn't the spiky-headed, bluffing nitwit he knew. This man was his shadow. A frightened, meek shell that needed some hot air to blow. Yet he smiled. As much as it pained him, Wright tried to act like nothing happened.
Not that Miles could fault him. He did the exact same thing. Was doing the exact same thing.
"The nurse said you can return home tonight." The defense attorney nodded, his hands clenching the sheet. Miles tapped his fingers against his hip. "Miss Fey is expecting you."
More clenching the sheets. His fingers were practically knotted in the fabric.
"Why are you here then?"
"Public transit would be rather counterproductive in your condition. I agreed to check you from the hospital and escort you home. Unlike yourself, I have a car."
"Escort? You sound like you're my date to Senior prom."
Miles sniffed and tilted his chin up. Humor was Wright's defense when he felt insecure.
"If I recall your drunken monologues correctly, you never attended prom," he retorted. "Your date stood you up."
"Ooh. Mock the man in the hospital bed."
"Only because he deserves it. Now, do you wish to leave or are you lingering for another night?"
Wright arched his brows, "Is that even a question?"
"Hn. Very well."
It seemed neither of them held fond feelings for this place.
tbc
A/N: (Thoughts, feelings, commentary? Every little bit counts~ Until tomorrow!)
