♠ SIXTH DRAW || 4TH OCTOBER 2009 || ACTION

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[Why hello there Death City. So its October 4th now, and all seems fine and nice and dandy doesn't it? Well newcomers aside. But this peace will not last for long, for around ten in the morning something will come screeching in your communicators; specifically a--]

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[Coming from the clinic and in Phoenix's room, anyone who enters there

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[That wakes Watson up, and after a moment of disorientation, he gets to his feet and limps over to Phoenix. Ignoring the communicator, though, and reaches over to feel Phoenix's temperature and then his pulse.]

Wright. Phoenix Wright, you must listen to me. Breathe deeply and as slowly as you can.

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[He's been trying to hide his PTSD, and now its come to bite him back in the ass. Memories of his time in Michigan play over and over in his head, he recalls the most about the time when Crane used that fear gas on him, making him remember nothing but red and blood and dead dead everywhere.

Dead. Death. He's in Death City. Everything's dead dead dead--

Phoenix's too panicked now, too stuck in his own head to register what Watson is saying, and he's only staring and trembling and still breathing rapidly because he's scared and horrified and so, so traumatized and it finally shows.]

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[Watson is oddly calm about this, almost eerily so. He shakes Phoenix's shoulder and repeats his instructions. And then he reaches over and pulls him to a sitting position. Watson has very strong arms.]

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[He doesn't really resist since he's more caught in his own head, but his eyes dart around all over the place once Watson manages to move him.

Phoenix trembles all over, still breathing much too quickly to be normal, and he twitches every second for a need to curl into himself again because shadows and red and he's in a hospital which means blood and death everywhere--]

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Wright. [He's talking in Phoenix' ear now.]

[Oh, blast it all. Watson reaches down and pinches Phoenix's nostrils closed.]

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[Phoenix gasps the moment Watson closes his nostrils, hands instantly moving to grab onto the arm as he feebly tries to yank it off. Instinctively he starts to breathe through his mouth instead but his eyes continue to dart around, scared and confused and just plained terrified.]

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[The abrupt halt in oxygen intake should help the patient relieve some of the hyperventilating, that was all. Watson firmly wraps his free arm around Phoenix's back to hold him in place.]

Hush now, Phoenix. Everything is all right. We are in safety, do you not see?

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[His hands are still on Watson's arm, trembling in fear. Eyes never stop in darting around, panic keeping a firm grip on him as he does not see the present but only the past replaying in his head. Blood, red, death, shadows--everywhere. How can they be safe? Nothing is safe, nothing can ever be safe, not when even his most precious people had to die before his eyes once--

Shaky breath and still-shaky hands, but Watson's words are working, just a little. His attention is being drawn, and its slowly pulling him out from the endless cycle of painful memories running in his mind.]

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[Watson would rub your back or your neck, but that's a bad idea. So he just continues talking, fingers still pinching Phoenix's nose shut.]

Calm down, my dear. Did you not notice that you have proper hospital trousers now? It is much more comfortable than your strange, denim pants. Would you like to eat something? Prussia brought some excellent bread yesterday that you should be able to eat.

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[Hospital. He was in the hospital, yes. Out of Michigan, out of everything there. He wasn't dead, Edgeworth wasn't dead--everything was fine--

--no, nothing was fine--

--he's still alive--

Alive. Yes, Edgeworth was still alive. He wasn't dead. They had just been talking earlier as well. And Edgeworth had scolded him...

Calming down now, slightly. But it's there, and he's better. Slowly but surely. A small noise escapes him, and the grip he had on Watson relaxes ever so slightly.]

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[There, there, that's better.]

Do you recall, Phoenix? We are back in Nevada now, and we are well protected from any villainous creature that will attempt to hurt us here. [But he doesn't let go of Phoenix's nose.] Breathe slowly, slowly...

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[His head is slightly clearer now, and Watson's voice does manage to go through him this time. Back in Death City, where Edgeworth still is - where he's still alive and not dead. He's not dead. He's alive.

...alive.

His breathing starts to slowly calm, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to do just as Watson says, trying to calm his own breathing. Its hard though, and his fear is still around, making him hitch and tremble.]

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[He takes Phoenix's hand and puts it on his own nose. There, pinch it yourself for a moment.]

I shall return shortly. [Which he does, he just went to get you something to drink.]

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[Does so without thinking twice, and it helps him to regain himself back better as well. When Watson returns with the drink, Phoenix has enough of himself to register the other's presence - though with his hand on his nose, he doesn't really say anything and just blinks at the man instead.]

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[Smiles encouragingly at him, and moves to help Phoenix drink the water. Yeah, you can take the hand off your nose now.]

Better?

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[Cautiously removes his hand away from his nose once Watson is close, feeling himself still trembling - but at least he's sound in mind once more, kind of.]

...somewhat. [Weakly, and with a small, wry smile.]