Nightshift 21: Hallway Behind Disciplinary Therapy Rooms

[high_prosecutor]

[[coming from here]]Miles Edgeworth had developed a routine over the years for how to handle nightmares. He would wake with a start, quietly walk to the bathroom and splash his face with cool water, then walk quietly back to bed. He'd taken to keeping a book by his bedside for the - common - nights when sleep didn't come again afterwards

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[grosse_sklaven]

Once more, Adelheid found himself completely and totally unable to understand why Nick was saying what he was saying. It just didn't make sense. He had told the man the full truth, that Adel wasn't strong enough to protect the man, and that there were likely others who could. And yet Phoenix continued saying those things, and despite himself, Adelheid found himself believing.

It had to be the way Phoenix Wright said all of those things, with such complete sincerity and with that heart-warming smile. That was what made Adelheid believe that the older man wouldn't leave him just because he was injured, and that Nick was a friend who wouldn't decide that Adelheid was useless or weak, and that they were in it together... and most importantly, that his protection was valuable. More than that, that it was both appreciated and considered the most important thing.

Nick would probably be upset by Adelheid's next actions, but any protests were silenced by a raised hand. The bandages around both hands were unwound, up until the tender flesh was revealed once more. Then, gently, Adelheid took Nick's hands between his own. It hurt, it felt like a thousand blazing knives were jabbed into the wounds... and yet he smiled, something of the gleam in his eyes returning as he gazed at Phoenix. It was almost ritualistic, in a sense, but at the same time Adelheid said it so honestly that it was obvious his words came straight from his heart. "My best may not be enough, but I offer it again. I will protect you to the utmost of my abilities, and I swear that we are in this together. As you said to me, so I say to you; 'I'm your friend,' and 'friends don't decide that any of their friends are useless or not worth staying around.'"

The words shivered in the air, strong despite all of the pain that Adelheid had to be feeling. Only when the last echo had died away did Adel speak again, his smile just a little bit wider as he tried to joke, however lamely. "...though I still don't understand how all of you became my friends without me being consulted on the matter."

[in_your_defense]

Phoenix's brow furrowed in concern as he opened his mouth to protest against the fact that Adelheid was removing the bandages, but quieted when he saw the motion of Adel's hand. He then listened, his gaze focusing on Adelheid's in the faint light from the flashlight, his expression softening gratefully, warmth spreading through him as Adelheid took his hands.

Interrupting the quiet that had followed Adelheid's words felt almost as if it would be a crime if Phoenix said anything -- so he let it linger, warm and reassuring. The defense attorney then spoke a few moments later, his voice a soft whisper in the quiet. "...thank you. For everything. I don't think I'd be here without you." A warm sensation tightened comfortably within Phoenix's chest, and the feeling was strange as he looked into Adelheid's eyes. The connection was almost magnetic in nature, and the emotion left Phoenix floundering for words as they scattered in his head. Phoenix could have blamed it on the fact that he was happy that Adelheid was still alive, but there was something more, and Phoenix took in a deep breath in the attempt to gather himself together again. I don't think Edgeworth has ever looked at me like that. Feeling immediately ashamed of the thought, Phoenix gently withdrew his hands, beginning to redo the bandages. He was hardly upset -- worried, perhaps, that it was going to worsen things if Adelheid touched him, but not angry in the least.

And for that promise...Phoenix couldn't muster up any anger. The removal of the bandages had been Adelheid's choice, and the connection Phoenix had felt had left his heart pounding unforgivably fast in his chest, leaving his nerves a frayed mess. He had more reason to be angry at himself than anyone else, least of all Adelheid. Phoenix suddenly felt like he was betraying Edgeworth just by thinking about this, but it felt so unbelievably good to see a smile on Adel's face and to hear him crack a joke after being so deeply depressed, and Phoenix couldn't resist the thought. "Do we need to ask permission?" Phoenix teased Adelheid, a smile on his lips. He would have embraced Adelheid, but it was terrible enough that he had even let the thought enter his mind, and a joke was all that he could return.

[grosse_sklaven]

That moment lingered, and it did something to Adelheid. His eyes warmed up even more, his smile widening a tiny fraction as he gazed into those blue orbs. It was strange, what the teenager was feeling, but at the same time he rather liked it. Even with the pain in his hands, he could tell that Nick's own were soft, not calloused from battle like Adelheid's own were. Not childishly soft, there were the marks of age on them, but the teenager knew that this man had come from a gentler world, a kinder one. That only strengthened his resolve to keep Phoenix safe, to protect him to the utmost of Adelheid's abilities.

Even though the words had been whispered, they thundered in Adel's mind. 'Thank you.' It was such a simple phrase, yet it meant a great deal to the boy; he'd insisted that it was his duty to protect Nick, and that should have been the end of the matter. Yet gratitude was expressed anyway, honest gratefulness instead of hubris or dismissal. It was stunning, but stunning in a way that Adelheid hoped he would experience again.

Then the moment passed, and Phoenix smiled, and despite himself Adelheid felt his spirits lifting. Somehow, despite all of the weakness Phoenix had, he was strong enough to lift the guilt that had been crushing a normally-strong spirit. Adelheid's laughter, though quiet, rippled from the depths of his soul, and his eyes gleamed more brightly as he let his wounds be tended to. "I don't think it would matter if you did or not. But... Nick, you should probably take a deep breath and try to relax a little. I know that it's quite the mess, but the worst of it is over."

He was honestly concerned about his friend's well-being; the older man was breathing more heavily and Adel's keen eyes could discern the changes happening, even if he had no idea what the cause of that turmoil would be. He just wasn't in the mindset to get any of the implications.

[in_your_defense]

Phoenix then awkwardly laughed as he settled more comfortably down on the floor, moving a hand to scratch his head and accidentally smearing a bit of Adel's blood upon his temple. Prickling heat crept upon his skin, and he flushed. "I...ah...no, I'm okay. I mean, not that your wounds aren't important, but...um..." Phoenix stumbled over the words and shut his mouth before he said something worse, his heart pounding in his chest.

Focusing down on Adelheid's fingers, Phoenix concentrated on keeping the bandages straight, hoping that Adel wouldn't notice the pink on his cheeks before he had a chance to will it away. Think...football. Girls. Steel Samurai. He couldn't help but be reminded of Maya and her obsession with the show. Phoenix wondered how her spirit medium training was doing, since it had been so long since he had last seen her...and then his thoughts lingered and went to Ema, and then Lana -- and Phoenix found it slightly pathetic that he had to think of girls in order to get his mind off of the tightness in his chest. It wasn't as if he wasn't into women -- he liked breasts as much as any straight man -- but somehow, he had to think of something else.

Anything to get his mind off of the disapproving frown Phoenix kept on imagining on Edgeworth's face if he ever found out what Phoenix was thinking at that exact moment. He was betraying Edgeworth just by thinking about it...and Phoenix wondered if his lack of sleep was entirely to blame for this awkward situation.

[grosse_sklaven]

"It's quite all right. You'll want to wash off all of that blood, thoroughly, however. Please be sure to do so." A bit of a sigh as Adelheid leaned back against the wall, his eyes threatening to drift shut. After all of that pain and exertion, maybe a break wouldn't be a bad thing. Just a little sleep, before the intercom announced the end of the shift...

...and he really hoped Nick followed his advice. He didn't like thinking that the man would be stained with blood.

After a moment's pause he softly asked, "May I have my journal back? I may not be able to write for a little while, but as soon as I can, I'll be wanting to record everything that I've encountered."

Whether he noticed Phoenix's blush for what it was, or whether he didn't, was really hard to say. Regardless, he wasn't privy to the older man's thoughts, which was perhaps for the best. "But you're not entirely right. These wounds aren't important. They'll fade in time. So long as I recover, whether I suffer wounds or not doesn't matter."

He looked at the bandages on his bare chest, already red with his blood, and he weakly laughed. "I simply need to make sure that they don't become a problem in the future."