"TAXI!" you yell with your hand in the air. The cab starts to slow down. Your face beams with excitement, until, you see it stop for the person on the right of you. This was the fifth time a taxi passed by you. Was it because you weren't loud enough? Are they doing this on purpose? It starts to rain a little on your head. You realize that you don't have an umbrella with you.

"Damn it! Why now out of all days?!" You swear, looking at the sky. The cold rain was soaking your clothes and you could feel it starting to get your underwear wet. You see another taxi around the corner.

You shout again for the taxi driver to stop. It speeds by and runs over a puddle that splashes on you, getting you even more wet than before.

What the hell is with these people!? You swear...again, unable to control your rage. The extra water makes your shirt slightly translucent, showing small parts of your stomach. You grab your shirt where it shows your stomach and wring it out. It wasn't as effective, but at least it stopped showing your stomach.

Out of the corner of your eye, another taxi turns the corner. A wave of relief flows throughout your body. The taxi starts to speed up a bit as it rolls down the road. You run to the corner, using your arms as a shield from the rain.

"Taxi!" You yell and wave your hand, trying to get the attention of the driver. It starts to slow down.

I swear if it passes by me again! You think, keeping your rage to yourself. The taxi stops right in front of you. You open the door and get inside the cab. Your wet clothes soak the brown leather seat of the cab, only making you feel worse.

"Take me to the Hickfield clinic please," you hand over the soaking money to the driver. He holds it by one of its corners and sets it down in a cup holder. It was silent in the taxi after that. Neither you nor the driver spoke the whole ride to the clinic.

You finally arrive at your destination. The rain still pounding loud on the car. You try your best to get from the cab to the clinic without getting any more wet, but you still get wet. You enter the clinic, dripping wet. Your hair dripping down onto the tile, along with the water from your clothes. Everyone stares at you, then goes about their normal business.

You slowly make your way up to the counter, trying not to slip on your own puddles. Whenever you finally made it up to the counter, you slip and fall on the hard tiles. A nurse walks over and helps you up, but as your on your feet, you slip again. After you regain your composure, you finally made it to the receptions desk.

"How may I help you," She asked while typing on the computer, "do you also need fresh clothes?" She would stop and glare at your wet body, then back on the computer. The reflection from her glasses shows that she is checking some form of social media.

"No, I'm fine, I'm here to see Apollo Justice," You tell the receptionist. She finally gets off of her computer, but doesn't look up at you. Instead, she grabs her glasses and the documents that were to the right of her. She looks at, what you assume to be, the patient records.

"Are you a relative of Mr. Justice?" she continues looking at the records. You shake your head no. She sighs, then puts down the documents and looks at you.

"Sorry, there will be no visitors at this time unless your immediate family,"

"But...he was the one who saved me!" you plead quietly, trying to not cause another scene.

"I'm sorry but the rules are the rules," she gets back on the computer again, "we'll open visitors for him later." After that, she gets on the computer again, paying no mind to your existence. You turn to face the hallway full of nurses and wheelchair-bound patients.

Policy schmolicy, I going to see him, even if I do get banned! You pump your fists before walking down the hallway. You slowly make your way to the hallway, trying not to be seen and without slipping on the puddles that are on the floor. No one seems to be following you...yet. Every step you take, you become more nervous. You start to avoid eye-contact with everyone to lower your chances of being caught trespassing. You find yourself at the end of the hallway.

Crap! I missed the room! You raise your head and look around, moving in a complete circle. You must've missed the room somewhere. You turn around and backtrack down the hallway.

Wait...do I even know where the room is? Your cheeks start turning a light shade of pink as you stand there in the middle of the hallway. Right then, a nurse taps your shoulder. You jerk your body to face him. You can feel a drop of sweat run down the side of your head.

"Are you lost?" He asks, placing one hand on your shoulder. You nod.

"What room are you looking for?" He asks with the same expression on his face. He seems completely oblivious to the fact that you are super nervous, along with the fact that you have no clue what room number Apollo is in.

"I-I'm looking f…for the r-room where Apollo Justice is staying," You struggle saying. Sweat rolls down the side of your armpit along with the side of your face. It mixes in with the drops of water, disguising itself completely.

He guides you down one of the hallways of the clinic before he stops you in front of a room. He leaves the hallway and goes somewhere else. The sign reads "Room 110". You slowly make your way to the room. Your brain thinks of all the things that could go wrong each step you take. Before you know it, you make it inside the room.

There he was, lying in the hospital bed with an IV needle in the vein in his arm. His face covered in bruises and bandages. The same for his arms. His eyes are locked shut, probably from the anesthesia.

You sit down on the chair next to him and held his hands. They feel warm to the touch. You nuzzle his hand to your face, then holding it slightly above the bed. You unconsciously form a small smile on your face.

"Apollo," you start to blush as you look at his sleeping body, "thank you...for saving me back there."

Silence.

"I promise that I will repay you," you pause, "someday." You lean down and lightly kiss his forehead. You sit up in the chair, and collect your things. You stare at his face one more time, before getting up out of your seat.

You begin to leave the room, looking at the floor as you leave. As you walk to the door, you hear a girly scream. You look up from the door and standing there was Athena….placing her hands in front of her mouth….squealing.

"AWW!" She squealed. Your face turns a deep red as you stand there completely frozen.

"A-ATHENA!" you yell as you try to cover your blushing face.

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FIRST UPDATE OF 2016! (well, at least for me :3) And judging by some of the reviews made by some people, (if you count, it's four :P), that I should update this. I did, just after a year and a half hiatus. Sorry…?

I also tried out second person for the first time ever! I never thought that I would have to type 'you' a BUNCH of times. Well, that seems like something that I should work on (if I need to.)

This is also the final chapter of this fanfic (I promised two and I finally fulfilled that promise!) Hopefully, I can find some inspiration for some newer stories!

Also, before I forget.

DISCLAIMER TIME!

I don't own any of the Ace Attorney characters or the franchise. They belong to Capcom.

Disclaimer over!

Well, I guess I'll see you guys in the next fic.

Bye!

~DP77