The prosecutor smoothed out his crimson blazer's sleeves as he strode up to the plain white door, looming above a leafy green, potted plant. 3rd floor, 5th door to the right. This was definitely the place. A nurse was absent-mindedly dawdling in front of it, twiddling a strand of her long, golden and brown, hair between her fingers as she stared intently down at an ocean-blue clipboard filled with papers. Edgeworth cleared his throat impatiently;
"Excuse me, but is this Mr Wright's room?"
"Huh?" The nurse glanced up from her clipboard, shooting bullets at the prosecutor from her position and subconsciously straightening out the creases in her uniform.
"Yes, this is Mr Wright's room." She stated plainly, still tardily leaning against the door.
"Good. I have business with him. Now, if you would be so kind as to step asi-"
"He won't want to see you."
"Excuse me?" The prosecutor clenched his fists. How dare this stuck up know-it-all tell him what his boyfriend wanted? Of course Phoenix would welcome him with open arms! Phoenix loved him.
"He won't want to see you." She repeated wryly.
"If you'd kindly be quiet and let me through, I'd appreciate it." He hissed.
"He's not going to react well to seeing you. You should leave, Mr Edgeworth."

They all knew his identity just by sight?

"I have the doctor's permission. Now, let me through, please."
"The doctor gave you permission?" The nurse mindlessly blinked at Edgeworth, her eyes fixated on a random spot of his hair as she thought.
"Well? Are you going to let me through or not?"
"If Mr Burgess gave you permission.." She chewed her nail - which appeared to be smothered in a thin, messy coating of some sort of ruby red nail polish.
"I can't really deny you entry.."
"I'm glad we're on the same page." The prosecutor stepped forward, reaching around for the handle as she stepped away from the door.
"Listen, Sir."
"What?" Edgeworth glanced back at her in irritation, eager to overcome the final obstacle which was the door.
"I don't know what state he is currently in. If anything happens, make sure to press the emergency button. It's the big red one above Mr Wright's head - you can't miss it."
"Right. Thanks."
"I'm not going to be supervising you directly, but I'll be waiting out he-" The nurse took a cursory glance back at where the prosecutor had just been standing, shocked to see that he'd already entered the room and that the door was already clicking shut. She rolled her eyes.

People had no manners these days.

Edgeworth, who was now on the other side of the door, took a moment to examine the room from his position beside the baby-blue curtain drooping from a steel rail, sheltering the beauty laying within; with a strange medicinal stench lingering in the air, and plain-washed walls with a slight tinge of cream-colour, the place was a generic, typical movie-set for any kind of hospital drama - with many expenses spared. None of this meant much to the prosecutor, though, as his main draw to the place was hidden behind those curtains - which he promptly peeled back to reveal...

Phoenix Wright.

He was lying upon his back on the hospital bed, clothed in a generic, patterned, turquoise, patient's attire, surrounded by a sea of pure white duvet, staring up at the ceiling blankly with a sad expression. He hadn't even noticed the prosecutor enter. Edgeworth quickly glanced at the various equipment and charts surrounding him with meagre interest before his eyes instantly flew back to his boyfriend. He felt a slight twinge in his stomach as he noticed the many bruises upon his fair skin, feeling nauseous as he saw the raw flesh scarring his natural beauty. Even his, previously silky, black hair seemed to have taken its toll, now in utter disarray with out-of-place strands everywhere. He just looked so... Frail. Dainty like a flower, weak like an elderly person.
"Hello Phoenix, daddy's home," Edgeworth softly pronounced the words, avoiding any harsh sounds so as not to scare him. The defence attorney's gorgeous blue eyes drifted slowly from the ceiling to focus on the prosecutor without moving his head at first;
"D-Daddy...?" A warm smile came across Edgeworth's lips as he allowed the curtain to fall behind him, gently stepping upon the floor as he advanced towards his boyfriend's side, making sure, once again, that his footsteps were noiseless - a complete reflection of the gentle predator he was.
"Yes, it's me," Phoenix's eyes lagged behind his movements and, after a few moments, he tilted his face at a better angle so that he could see the prosecutor, his pupils dilating as he came to recognise who the man was.
"Edgeworth...? Oh, Edgeworth..." The defence attorney wanly smiled before continuing in a whisper;
"I-I'm so glad it's you..." The prosecutor felt his heart warm with his gentle, sincere, tone and his innocent, wide eyes as he reached out to hold his drooping-out-of-the-covers icily cold hand and proceeded to wrap his own warm hands around it.
"I'm so happy to see you," Edgeworth smiled.
"Wh-Why am I here, Edgeworth? They won't tell me why I'm here," The defence attorney frowned in confusion, his smile fading slightly.

The prosecutor's heart faded with it.