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moonsheenAnswering the obvious question of Game 3:
How DID Miles get in to see Phoenix in the middle of the night?
(Mild spoilers for the beginning of case 3-4, I guess.)
Miles Edgeworth could never be bothered to check the clocks between international flights. He was usually awake no matter the time so it never seemed all that important. So naturally, in a moment of crisis, it proved the most important thing in the world. This was how he came to be standing in the hospital’s waiting room, hot under the vibrating lights, his luggage under one arm, arguing with the nurse at the desk.
“Visiting hours are over,” she said.
“I understand this,” said Edgeworth. “But I need to see this patient.”
“Are you family?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come during normal visiting hours. At this point it’s not that far off. They start at…”
Edgeworth put his hand down over the desk.
The woman’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes?”
“Husband.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I am his husband,” said Edgeworth. He must have said it too firmly through his teeth. The woman frowned, and dubiously tapped the space bar of her computer.
“You…wouldn’t happen to have something to confirm this?”
He had to give the facility credit. Unlike the police force, they did not hire for a high tendency towards gullibility. He would appreciate his tax dollars at work, if he weren’t already footing Wright’s bill and if he didn’t already have to see Wright at that exact moment. Edgeworth took a hard breath. He pulled himself up straight, fixed his cravat, and then brought his hand again on the desk with a thump that made the pens jump.
“If state law is not confirmation enough to you, Miss Walker,” he checked her tag, “I am not sure what I might tell you, besides the fact our union has been recognized for four years. It will be recognized by our federal constitution in four more years. The legality of your barring me from access to my partner is highly suspect. And if,” he said to her confused and suddenly flustered face, “You would like to bring up to me unfortunate rulings in this state’s past I will remind you that has been deemed unconstitutional by higher court and thus would not hang in your defense should this become a greater matter than either of us wish.” Edgeworth slapped the desk again, just to get his point across.
“Oh my god,” said the nurse. “I believe you! I believe you! Just…you didn’t have the same last name.”
“He wanted to keep his own,” said Edgeworth, solemnly. “We’re very progressive.”
She leaned over to watch him as he marched for the doors. “Doesn’t mean you couldn’t have brought him flowers.”
“…and you’ll need both of these. You’ll do it right?” said Wright, rubbing his bandaged head sheepishly. “NICK MIGHT DIE” and “NICK RAN OFF A CLIFF” in Larry-speak had apparently translated to ‘Nick had a bump or two and is on a lot of codeine right now and they wouldn’t give me any’. He talked mostly through the nose, and was especially pale in the light from his laptop, but aside from that he looked remarkably good. For a man who’d run off a cliff. His hair was a bit flatter than usual.
Edgeworth closed his hand around the badge. It was warm against his palm. Wright always kept it close. The stone trinket was equally warm, but in a more suspect way. “Just how many prescriptions have they given you for this.”
“A lot of cough syrup?” Wright wheezed in a weak laugh. For all that, he was looking terribly drawn. “But you will, right? They’re pinning it on Iris. And Maya’s still across the river. They said I can’t go now. Since I don’t have shoes. Have any extras?”
As though that would really stop him, if it came down to it. The escape was probably already planned. “If you stay here,” said Edgeworth. “Show me the case thus far.”
“Thanks,” said Phoenix. “It’s all here. Thanks a lot. Knew I could count on you. Even if you were halfway around the world and forgot to call.” Edgeworth was willing to blame that one on the drugs. Phoenix’s head lulled to one side, and then he asked, smiling in spite of his nervous eyes. “It’s pretty late isn’t it? How did you get in here?”
“Happy Anniversary,” said Edgeworth.
“Huh?”
“Expect a bill from my florist.”
How DID Miles get in to see Phoenix in the middle of the night?
(Mild spoilers for the beginning of case 3-4, I guess.)
Miles Edgeworth could never be bothered to check the clocks between international flights. He was usually awake no matter the time so it never seemed all that important. So naturally, in a moment of crisis, it proved the most important thing in the world. This was how he came to be standing in the hospital’s waiting room, hot under the vibrating lights, his luggage under one arm, arguing with the nurse at the desk.
“Visiting hours are over,” she said.
“I understand this,” said Edgeworth. “But I need to see this patient.”
“Are you family?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come during normal visiting hours. At this point it’s not that far off. They start at…”
Edgeworth put his hand down over the desk.
The woman’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes?”
“Husband.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I am his husband,” said Edgeworth. He must have said it too firmly through his teeth. The woman frowned, and dubiously tapped the space bar of her computer.
“You…wouldn’t happen to have something to confirm this?”
He had to give the facility credit. Unlike the police force, they did not hire for a high tendency towards gullibility. He would appreciate his tax dollars at work, if he weren’t already footing Wright’s bill and if he didn’t already have to see Wright at that exact moment. Edgeworth took a hard breath. He pulled himself up straight, fixed his cravat, and then brought his hand again on the desk with a thump that made the pens jump.
“If state law is not confirmation enough to you, Miss Walker,” he checked her tag, “I am not sure what I might tell you, besides the fact our union has been recognized for four years. It will be recognized by our federal constitution in four more years. The legality of your barring me from access to my partner is highly suspect. And if,” he said to her confused and suddenly flustered face, “You would like to bring up to me unfortunate rulings in this state’s past I will remind you that has been deemed unconstitutional by higher court and thus would not hang in your defense should this become a greater matter than either of us wish.” Edgeworth slapped the desk again, just to get his point across.
“Oh my god,” said the nurse. “I believe you! I believe you! Just…you didn’t have the same last name.”
“He wanted to keep his own,” said Edgeworth, solemnly. “We’re very progressive.”
She leaned over to watch him as he marched for the doors. “Doesn’t mean you couldn’t have brought him flowers.”
“…and you’ll need both of these. You’ll do it right?” said Wright, rubbing his bandaged head sheepishly. “NICK MIGHT DIE” and “NICK RAN OFF A CLIFF” in Larry-speak had apparently translated to ‘Nick had a bump or two and is on a lot of codeine right now and they wouldn’t give me any’. He talked mostly through the nose, and was especially pale in the light from his laptop, but aside from that he looked remarkably good. For a man who’d run off a cliff. His hair was a bit flatter than usual.
Edgeworth closed his hand around the badge. It was warm against his palm. Wright always kept it close. The stone trinket was equally warm, but in a more suspect way. “Just how many prescriptions have they given you for this.”
“A lot of cough syrup?” Wright wheezed in a weak laugh. For all that, he was looking terribly drawn. “But you will, right? They’re pinning it on Iris. And Maya’s still across the river. They said I can’t go now. Since I don’t have shoes. Have any extras?”
As though that would really stop him, if it came down to it. The escape was probably already planned. “If you stay here,” said Edgeworth. “Show me the case thus far.”
“Thanks,” said Phoenix. “It’s all here. Thanks a lot. Knew I could count on you. Even if you were halfway around the world and forgot to call.” Edgeworth was willing to blame that one on the drugs. Phoenix’s head lulled to one side, and then he asked, smiling in spite of his nervous eyes. “It’s pretty late isn’t it? How did you get in here?”
“Happy Anniversary,” said Edgeworth.
“Huh?”
“Expect a bill from my florist.”
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