Miles felt groggy. The bed was exquisite, though. Golden curtains fell in neat waves about him, stemming from a burgundy velvet bed frame about a metre above his head. It was the epitome of privacy. He couldn't complain - although, he supposed, he was probably entitled to complain about the blood-soaked bandages and their chokehold on his abdomen. Though they didn't hurt - supposedly due to the fact that he was under the influence of some form of anaesthetic being pumped through the conspicuous tube attached to his arm -, the memories associated with them certainly did, and he quickly became restless. Kristoph Gavin would never grace the pathways of this planet again, be determined; and, if Phoenix was actually dead, Kristoph Gavin would wake to find a slit in his throat and Miles Edgeworth calmly sat, watching him slowly and torturously die, in the very near future. Apathetically. A slow, atmospheric beeping was slightly muffled by his shimmering curtains, and Miles found himself peeling the offending article back to find an elegant suite with everything encrusted with sparkling jewels of every shape and size - even the machine regulating his heartbeat in different shades of purple. Squinting, he managed to distinguish a person against the elaborate surroundings, mainly due to their plain white jacket sticking out like a sore thumb.

They seemed to notice the eyes on their back and turned:
"Leader Edgeworth, sir, you're awake," Miles half-heartedly nodded, barely visible from outside through the all-consuming shade of the curtains. They walked to his side as he blinked to clear his vision:
"Sadmadhi." There was no doubt about it: the characteristically lilac hair and devout aura were unmistakable.
"How do you feel?" A well-manicured hand found its way to his forehead, briefly probing before retreating.
"I feel fine."
"That's the drugs talking. Your forehead is boiling,"
"Sadmadhi, what happened?" Nahyuta went silent for a moment as he rummaged through one of the many chests of drawers dotted about the room, eventually finding a dark brown-tinted jar filled with pale blue and white tablets and twisting its lid until it unscrewed with a satisfactory pop. He then looked Miles in the eyes, deep green eyes slowly blinking:
"You don't remember?"
"I remember parts. I don't understand how I'm alive right now." Nahyuta nodded shallowly, one of the tablets sitting patiently in his left hand, a glass of water clasped in his right.
"Take this before I tell you." Miles looked at the tablet with reproach.
"What is it?" Nahyuta swivelled the jar, displaying the black and white label to his patient. Miles read the ominous, inscribed lettering: Antidepressant.
"An Antidepressant? Why on earth would I be taking this?"
"Last night, you tried to commit suicide."

The blue pill looked at him dopily from the open palm issuing it.
"Where did you get that notion from?" Miles snapped.
"I understand you may not want to admit-"
"Oh yes, of course, I clearly - being the only party who was supposedly committing the act - am the one in the wrong here."
"Mr Gavin saw it all." Miles pushed Nahyuta's open palm away from him, narrowing his silvery eyes.
"Have you forgotten that I call the shots here?"
"Actually, you don't at the moment."
"What?" Miles's stomach lurched suddenly, his face paling as it all came flooding back to him. The limp hands in his lap were shaking and he physically felt the painkillers' lulling effects waning. Pain was coming for him, and there was nothing he could do whilst he was stuck here in this velvet prison.
"You signed off your role to Mr Gavin for after you die or retire but we unanimously agreed that, until we return you to a mentally stable state, it is safer to default to leaving Mr Gavin in charge for now."

Miles gaped at the other man.
"No," Miles gripped the other man's arm through the curtain.
"No." Miles trembled.
"Sadmadhi, there's been a big misunderstanding-"
"Leader Edgeworth, sir, you must take this tablet." Miles narrowed his eyes further:
"Kristoph Gavin tried to murder me." Still the tablet did not relent. Nahyuta even shook his head in dismissal of the gospel, pressing the medicine firmly to his pursed lips.
"That's a very bold fake accusation to make." Inevitably Miles opened his mouth to reply, which was when Nahyuta managed to slip the tablet in, liberally pouring water in with it too. Miles almost choked as it went down.
"Fake? You really think I'd lie about this? I don't want Kristoph Gavin in charge."
"It's all been explained and the evidence backs up a suicide."
"Gavin blackmailed me-"
"The gun you tried to kill yourself with was found on the scene. You shot yourself in the intestines instead of the heart due to how much your hands were shaking." Miles pressed a palm firmly to his temple, squeezing his eyes shut as he grimaced.
"That's all misinformation."

A hum of muffled voices became apparent, gradually becoming louder and louder, and Miles was almost certain they were familiar.