And the white line's getting longer [OPEN]

[beenwaitinglong]

Who: Godot and YOU!
When: Beginning late, late Tuesday night, taking place anywhere in the next weekish. He's not going anywhere for a while.
Where: Godot's room at Skye Medical Center.
Summary: It was a close call, and now Godot's holed up in the hospital awaiting surgery. I'm sure he's in a fantastic mood. ... but he'd sure love some visitors

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Early Wednesday Morning

[proxysearch]

Re-l had been there since he'd been called in, pacing the halls and simply waiting for some sign that he would be all right. Daedalus met her outside once the procedure was over and they had a few moments together, and that was enough to let her calm down at least for a time. He was fine. He was fine but he had almost died, just the same. One other attorney nearly on the chopping block.

It irritated her, for some reason.

She let the others go in to see him first, stay with him and talk with him if he was awake. But once they had filtered out to go get coffee or to go home, she made her way into the room and pulled up a chair to wait by his bedside. She would watch over him while Daedalus did his rounds. She looked over at him, trying to gauge if he was awake or not.

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot was quiet, his eyes closed as he lay there. He wasn't trying to fall asleep. On the contrary, he tried to fight off the feelings whenever they came, whenever he could win against the medication.

He heard something rustling next to him, and his eyes opened and his head turned.

"Who's that?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse. "Pretty early, isn't it?"

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She pulled out her NV and set it on her lap, just in case, but she doubted that anyone would try and call her now. At least, not until it was a little later in the morning. She lifted her head as he began to shift in bed, uncertain if she should say anything.

Well, it would be awkward otherwise.

She cleared her throat. "It's me. Re-l. How are you feeling?"

[beenwaitinglong]

"Like hell." He grinned anyway, though couldn't manage his usual seamless smile, especially without his visor covering up his eyes. He still looked a little too pale and thin, almost fragile.

"Did I miss anything?"

THE EARLIEST POSSIBLE

[acemedium]

He might have felt a weight on his chest at one point or another. And tears, maybe those too.

She'd fought her way as soon as she could - arguing with nurses and doctors to get in - and pulled up a chair next to him. There she'd sat, hair down, hunched over his chest.

Wake up, she begged silently. She'd been crying, ever since they found him and it was Yaha and---

Wake up. Wake up. Please, please, wake up....

She choked back a sob and lowered her forehead to his chest - that hospital gown was going to get soaked at this rate, but--

Please.

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot was in and out of consciousness for a while, but finally the feeling of pressure on his chest stirred him out of another deep and drug-induced dream. He hadn't bothered showing himself awake yet. He was too tired to pretend to be anything other than completely exhausted.

But he recognized the voice. He opened his eyes, slowly, and his head turned slightly towards the crying. Speaking took a little bit of effort.

"Maya...?"

[acemedium]

Wake up, wake---

The sound of his voice stirred her, and she raised her head jerkily, hopefully.

"M... Mr. Godot...!"

That was his voice. He has having trouble, but... his eyes were open. She sniffled and scrubbed at her eyes furiously - even though he couldn't see.

"M-Mr. Godot...!"

Regardless of her efforts, though, she broke out into a fresh sob - relieved this time.

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot lifted his hand to reach out for Maya, ended up bumping into her arm but slowly feeling around until he found the top of her head. His fingers curled up in her hair and a weak smile came to his face.

"Hey, little sister..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and exhausted. "N...not crying for me, are you?"

Last Wednesday night - 9pm ish

[makes_asteroids]

After speaking to Didi and doing some digging around the Network, he put together who the missing person was - a man he'd often seen at Didi's shop. He's made a quick stop in a high-end candy store in Sector 3 and picked up two one-pound bags of gourmet coffee candies. Godot was NPO but he wouldn't be for too long.

He approached the door and knocked softly. "Hello? Mister Godot? It's Michael Xavier - I'm a doctor here at Skye and we've seen each other at Kahve. Would you mind a visitor?"

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot was feeling wide awake for the first time since he'd been here, and he opened his eyes as he heard the man's voice and the footsteps entering his room.

"If you don't mind visiting," he replied coolly. His voice still sounded a little hoarse and tired. "Would you mind handing me my visor?"

[makes_asteroids]

"Wouldn't have stopped by if I did." Erik stepped lightly, surprising for a man of his large size. He placed the two bags on the table in the room before crossing to get the visor.

"Of course." Gently, Erik picked the visor up and handed it to Godot, one hand lightly touching the other man's elbow to show him where the visor was. "Here you are."

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot slipped the visor over his eyes, sighing with a bit of relief as his vision returned. He'd been going without it since he got here, if only to avoid having to look at his own condition.

"What brings you to my humble sick room, amigo?"

[lawyerific]

Phoenix hadn't brought coffee this time. Godot in that alley had looked at death's door, and it would be a miracle if he even opened his eyes again. No. Coffee seemed too ambitious, too cheerful, too normal when the man was as good as clinging to life. Maybe in a few weeks...

If he lasts that long. No, he has to pull through. This won't be another murder investigation.

Kicking the leg of his chair - then admonishing himself because he didn't want to disturb the sleeping Maya - Phoenix settled for dropping his head into his hands, and considered leaving, slipping out to fetch himself another coffee and wait for sirens when he could finally get out of here, away from the responsibility and the scent of bleach and fear. What was he even doing here? Godot was his friend, sure, but would he still be his friend now? When Phoenix had released the monster from his cage, and it had ended like this?

Run, chicken, run. Better leave before it's too late.

No, there was nowhere to go. Monsters outside. Monsters of a different sort inside.

[beenwaitinglong]

Maya had been sleeping there all night, and though Godot drifted in and out of consciousness, he stayed quiet to avoid waking her up. He heard someone kick a chair and it stirred him out of another vague period of sleep.

He stayed silent with his eyes closed, trying to guess who it was. Whoever they were, they better not wake up Maya. The poor girl had cried her eyes out the night before and was almost as tired as he was. Okay, maybe not almost...

Finally fighting off the drugged sensation, he rooted himself in consciousness by speaking.

"Just going to sit there?" he asked, his voice ragged and hoarse. "Heh... Kind of a boring visit."

[lawyerific]

He's given up the better chair in favour of giving her somewhere comfortable to sleep, and covered her in his suit jacket while he sat vigil in the hard seated chair beside the bed. It certainly kept him awake, in any event.

Godot chased away any hint of sleepiness that was lingering on his consciousness when he spoke. Suddenly Phoenix was back on guard, glancing at Maya to make sure she was still sleeping, but speaking to Godot.

"How could I make it more interesting? A piano recital?" If he hears my playing, he might wish that he'd never woken up.

[beenwaitinglong]

"You better not sing. I almost died once already this week."

Godot winced, trying to sit up a little further in his bed but stopping as a jolt of pain shot through him, making his heart monitor jolt briefly. He finally gave up, slumping back against the mattress lamely. The last time Wright visited him in the hospital, he'd wanted to hide his weakness.

This time, it was basically written all over him. What was the point?

"Phoenix Wright," he muttered. "Wasting your time sitting with little ol' me, are you?"

Wednesday, Noon

[gaveherwings]

Daedalus was tired, in and out of the hospital on rotational shifts, worried for Godot, making sure the shift nurses left him consistent updates on his condition.

The waiting list for a good organ match- he only hoped the man could hold out until then. To give him another round of specialized cell-growth on the liver would be inviting too much imbalance, running a risk of cancerous acceleration.

There was also the emotional damage, of course, having too close a brush with death, along with the intensive round of captive tortures that had landed him here. He'd spoken with Re-l. He'd also seen the visor, uncertain what ought to be done with it, since that was such a significant piece of evidence. It was also the only means of sight Godot had.

He'd made some calls to SERO. He'd asked around, about potential alternatives.

He...still needed to speak with Godot himself.

"Mr. Godot? I'm here."

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot had insisted on sitting up more in his bed, though he was still sore and exhausted and still leaning back. He'd of course asked for coffee, but been denied so far, only receiving water for his troubles. He drank it anyway, but was already planning how to sweet-talk his nurse.

"Hey, Yumeno," he said with a weary little grin. His throat felt better than before and his voice was not so hoarse, but it was still weak and tired.

"Are you the one who put me back together?"

[gaveherwings]

No need for that, because Dr. Yumeno was already breaking the rules, as per usual. A mug from the staff lounge was set down carefully, but perhaps pointedly audible, at his bedside tray table. Black, probably sub-par to the usual preferences...Skye doctors drank Folgers. But with the number of staff in and out, at least there was some guarantee that the pot had been made fresh- it never say out untouched long.

"Still working on it." He admitted, somewhat apologetically. "We only moved you up from the ICU last night."

[beenwaitinglong]

Godot's face melted into a loving smile the instant he heard the clink of the mug on the tray next to him. He reached out, carefully feeling around until he wrapped his hand around the mug, pulling it to his face and immediately inhaling the aroma.

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered, "Yumeno, you are a living saint."

He took a long gulp of coffee, heedless to the temperature. He was tempted to chug it all down but knew he wouldn't get any more for a while. Yes... this coffee had to be rationed carefully. It wasn't great, but for his body starved of its bitter black blood for the better part of a week, it was the best he'd ever tasted.

Once man and coffee had their little intimate moment (?) Godot took a deep breath, turning his face towards Yumeno. "I'd rather hear the dirty details now than later, if you've got any for me."