After Hours [closed]
hurrr I forgot to label it
Who: Godot and Edgeworth
When: Oct. 14th, evening
Where: Government offices, fourth floor, the prosecutor's office
Summary: Godot collapses and the only person around to help him is his BEST FRIEND AND FAVORITE COWORKER.
Godot didn't normally stay late at work, but there was something keeping him glued to this particular case. The offices were long empty by the time he finally pulled himself away from the stack of evidence paperwork he was reading, pushing himself up to his feet.
His head immediately swam.
He didn't think much of it as he gathered his things and shoved what he needed into his briefcase, since his head never felt exactly normal anymore. He tried to tell himself it was his imagination as the feeling intensified and soon he was wobbling on his feet. It wasn't that bad. He could make it to the subway and back to the apartment, no problem.
As he walked down the hallway he got the distinct feeling that his brain was sloshing around in his skull like something in a pickle jar. His stomach churned and his mouth was getting dry. His knees felt weak and it was getting hard to keep walking. When his heart started pounding, it was apparent he wasn't going to make it to the subway, much less the apartment.
Godot's new goal involved making it down the hall to the employee lounge, where he could close the door and lay down until it was over, whether it was a sudden surge of illness or, he dreaded, the aura preceding a seizure. At the very least, he thought, there was nobody here to stumble upon him. That would be embarrassing to have to explain later.
That was the last thing he thought before he slumped to the side and collapsed to the carpet, unconscious.
Who: Godot and Edgeworth
When: Oct. 14th, evening
Where: Government offices, fourth floor, the prosecutor's office
Summary: Godot collapses and the only person around to help him is his BEST FRIEND AND FAVORITE COWORKER.
Godot didn't normally stay late at work, but there was something keeping him glued to this particular case. The offices were long empty by the time he finally pulled himself away from the stack of evidence paperwork he was reading, pushing himself up to his feet.
His head immediately swam.
He didn't think much of it as he gathered his things and shoved what he needed into his briefcase, since his head never felt exactly normal anymore. He tried to tell himself it was his imagination as the feeling intensified and soon he was wobbling on his feet. It wasn't that bad. He could make it to the subway and back to the apartment, no problem.
As he walked down the hallway he got the distinct feeling that his brain was sloshing around in his skull like something in a pickle jar. His stomach churned and his mouth was getting dry. His knees felt weak and it was getting hard to keep walking. When his heart started pounding, it was apparent he wasn't going to make it to the subway, much less the apartment.
Godot's new goal involved making it down the hall to the employee lounge, where he could close the door and lay down until it was over, whether it was a sudden surge of illness or, he dreaded, the aura preceding a seizure. At the very least, he thought, there was nobody here to stumble upon him. That would be embarrassing to have to explain later.
That was the last thing he thought before he slumped to the side and collapsed to the carpet, unconscious.