"Open your mouth." The prosecutor did as instructed by the similarly grey-haired gentleman diagnosing his condition, trying his best to avert his eyes from catching a glimpse of the doctor's blue ones for fear of further nausea rising in the back of his throat. Edgeworth had already consumed several clear liquids in order to suppress his uncontrollable gagging - and several more in order to stop himself from emptying his contents - and, to his pleasant surprise, the combination seemed to have worked as a temporary fix - until he realised that seeing the familiar tones of royal blue brought the insanity back again. A cool, glass thermometer was placed atop his saliva-coated body-part before then being removed. It became harder to ignore the blue eyes as they neared, inspecting whatever gospels they could fathom from the miniature crimson line, filling up all of the prosecutor's view.
"Your temperature is rising a bit,"
"Oh?"
"I'm going to have to conduct a few more tests. Sit up straight for me, would you?" The silvery-haired man then proceeded to ram his back into an entirely wooden and stiff position against the chair, only just managing to stifle a few grumbles about how uncomfortable said chair was - and, therefore, how his taxes were clearly going to waste, how he paid more than enough for a decent piece of furniture to be supplied to hospitals and how, if he were in government, he'd invest in said furniture and fire the sods who disagreed.

Perhaps the whole Phoenix dilemma was winding him up a bit-

No, never mind.

"Now," The doctor gingerly rested a hand upon Edgeworth's rigid shoulder in a pathetic attempt at reassurance - which the prosecutor spitefully discouraged with his use of shrugging.
"Before we conduct the next test, I need to ask you a few questions."
"For what purpose?"
"From the symptoms, I can only assume that you may have developed a very rare disease called Hanahaki. In order to confirm that my diagnosis is correct, I need to find the trigger of your throwing up."
"Hanahaki?" Edgeworth shook his head in a demeaning manner;
"I think you must be mistaken. No such disease has ever been made apparent to me."
"It's incredibly rare."
"How rare?"
"We've only ever had 1 other case of it in my 40 years of working here - and we're a major hospital in this country."
"Did you cure them?"
"No. No, unfortunately, we couldn't. We didn't know enough about it." The silvery-haired man could only watch as he was handed a plain white bucket, imparting yet another query from his thin lips;
"What does it involve?"
"I'll let you know all of the details after the test," Edgeworth nodded, quietening down.

The quicker this silly doctor could examine him and tell him he was good to go, the better. That way he could find that beautiful prick and reattempt wooing him.

"Do you have any medical history that I should be aware of?"
"Do you actually know what information you're searching for?"
"Please just answer the question."
"I'm a prosecutor. We're persistent." Sterilised gloves were slipped off in order for surprisingly blunt hands to be placed beneath a pair of taps and lathered in a coating of bubbly liquid - the action accompanied by a weary sigh.
"I have a vague idea that I need to find something to do with your social circles. Now, answer the question."
"No, I don't have any medical history that you should be aware of." The doctor stiffly strode over to the item of furniture housing his all-important paperwork, grasping a pen in hand as he sat at it, facing Edgeworth head-on and methodically taking notes with each answer given; it would have been just like being in the prosecutors' office, the taller man speculated, if it weren't so damned uncomfortable.
"Do you have many friends?"
"I have enough friends to get by."
"Are they close to you?"
"No."
"Don't you have a best friend? Someone you can confide in?" Sleek silver eyes darted across the sterile scenery surrounding him, focusing on the area behind the offending interrogator as he swallowed, a tinge growing in the back of his throat - which, with a strangled noise, he cleared before answering.
"Sort of."
"Can you be more specific?"
"They're not really a best friend in my eyes. I don't know how they see me." As per usual, no matter how many medical examinations the general public took in order to determine their intelligence and capabilities to become a professional diagnostic assistant, it seemed to Edgeworth as though legal officials may as well take over all diagnostic roles - for such implicitly stated sentences, though merely skim over the tips of workers in other professions, were efficiently tackled by legal officials head-on. Edgeworth was very proud of his prosecutors.

And Phoenix-

"... Right."
"What?" Silvery strands of hair enthusiastically leapt up along with a pair of sleek grey eyes.
"Is something the matter?"
"How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"You said Wright. You..." Crimson-swathed arms aimlessly gestured around the room for a brief moment before realising that he was simply receiving a stern glare.
"No, never mind,"
"It must have been a misunderstanding. You are feeling unwell, after all."
"Yes..." Throats cleared.
"Do you have any romantic interests?" A snappy response;
"Yes."
"You're in a relationship?" Blue eyes looked up from the page they'd been so carefully inspecting.
"No." A twinge. Sweaty palms clutching a white pit of despair.
"Have you ever been in a relationship?"
"No." The pit drew closer to the gateway of lips.
"Do they love you back?"
"I... D-Don't know..." Muscles tensing and tears forming - just don't be sick.
"You're tensing up. Am I hitting a nerve?" Gritted teeth.
"P-Possibly..."
"Just relax. Let the reflex action occur so that I know when I've provoked the right thing; there's no use in fighting it off and being in pain," Edgeworth abstained as the doctor continued the merciless questioning.
"Do they share your sexuality?"
"I-I don't know! Ghk.."
"Could you tell me their name?"
"No,"
"Ok, how about..." False blue eyes flitted across the room in search of inspiration.
"What's their favourite colour?"
"D-Damnit.. B-Blue... Blue. Blue, stupid blue.. I hate blue-"

And then, a flurry of every conceivable colour except blue.