06 [backdated to the afternoon of January 19]

[takethat]

[Written]

So, I woke up this morning to find all my stuff cleaned up and arranged and put away. Since there's no one else who could've would've done that but you, I have questions:
1. Why?
2. When?
3.












Where did you put my underwear??

Comments

[cantacquityou]

[So overwhelmed with hope and relief that he cannot speak, he simply bites his lip and nods.]

[atadiscoverer]

[Head successfully bandaged, Carson moves to brace his shoulders.]

Mr. Edgeworth, can you grab his legs?

[cantacquityou]

Yes, of course. I'll do anything...just tell me how I can help.

[Does so.]

[atadiscoverer]

Okay. On three, we lift him up and onto the stretcher.

[Carson braces himself.]

One... Two... Three!

[cantacquityou]

[Well, seems like Edgeworth got the light part of the bargain...The legs aren't heavy at all. He assists in heaving him up onto the stretcher. He is still shaky, however, and feels as though he could buckle over at any moment...knowing that it would be no help to Phoenix, he perseveres...]

[atadiscoverer]

Okay, now take that end of the stretcher and lift, on three again.

[cantacquityou]

[Does as he is told.]

How far is the clinic, doctor?

[atadiscoverer]

Second floor. Shouldn't take long.

[They start walking.]

[cantacquityou]

[follows, and remains silent until they reach their destination]

[atadiscoverer]

[When they reach the clinic, Carson gets some of the other people there to help transfer Phoenix to a bed. He then bustles about, getting various things ready, setting his notes from the scan outside on the table next to the bed.]

He should be fine. I don't think he'll need stitches or anything. A few bruised ribs, but other than that...

[cantacquityou]

...Other than that...?

[atadiscoverer]

He'll be fine.