it’s been about a day since the “bringe accident”- phoenix wright sat in a hospital bed- cobtomplating many things, like how many dots where on the hospital ceiling or how much rice was in a bag of it, he was mostly just day dreaming

Phoenix: -is this what death feels like-…god I would be a terrible stunt man

the sound of footsteps can be heard on the hallway along with heavy breathing, whoever it was seemed rushed and they where approaching the room

Phoenix: what the-?

a very tired and panicked looking miles edgeworth soon appeared in the doorway

Miles: shit! - huff sigh, inhale wright what the fuck!?-

Phoenix: oh hey edgeworth,

Miles: if this is some kind of “practical joke” , it’s not humorous-..you’ve no idea what I’ve been through in the last 24 hours..I charged a private jet as soon as I was informed, I spent the full 14 hours from Munich to here grieving your apparent “passing” I-!.. he approached phoenix I thought you where dead…

Phoenix: edgeworth…he puts on a smug face I thought you where dead for a year, build a bridge and get over it miles-

Miles: if I did you would just fall through it-

he sat down in a chair next to Phoenixs bed , his back was sore and he was very tired