[EARTHQUAKE] Ron and Miles in "Morphine Brings People Together"
((OOC: Takes place July 13th while the DeLites are visiting Adrian and immediately after Miles posts in Phoenix's journal.))
Miles: *sighs, closing his laptop and setting it aside. Wright was... right, after all. His shoulder was burning painfully. He'd managed (under quite a heavy load of narcotics, impressively enough) to convince the doctor to allow him control over his own painkillers via a button. He dials it up one, then on second thought another, figuring that Wright won't be there for a while and why suffer waiting for him? He lays back and closes his eyes, waiting for the blessed drugs to start taking effect*
Ron: E...Edgeworth!! *the door opens fully, and a wide-eyed Ron bursts into the room. One can practically hear the studio audience cheering and clapping*
Miles: *frowns, turning his head as much as he can without pain* Ron...? *with a groan, he turns the dial back down one* What in the world are you doing here?
Ron: *steps in slowly, worried eyes fixated on the man* I'm here with Dessie to see Miss Andrews. *holds up a can of Vanilla Coke* I went to get a drink, a-and I saw you through the door... I didn't know you were here. That's amazing! If I were looking the other direction, I wouldn't have seen you at all.
Miles: *flatly* Just my luck.
Ron: *seats himself in a chair next to the bed, figuring it would make it easier for Miles to see him. His tone is ripe with concern* H-how are you doing??
Miles: *as Ron takes a seat, he resigns himself to a lengthy visit from the man and dials his painkillers back up one* I've been shot, DeLite. How would you be?
Ron: Er... I don't know. *fidgets with the can on his lap* I've been shot at on a few occasions, but I've never taken a bullet...
Miles: *gives a short sigh, but when he speaks again his voice is less harsh* It's painful, but I'll live. I'm told I'll even be back to normal... at some point.
Ron: Oh. *pause* Oh, right! *leans forward slightly* How long will it take to recover?
Miles: No answers yet, for that. *he lifts his left arm without moving the shoulder and vaguely waves it from side to side* I'll be getting surgery shortly, then we'll see. But collarbones knit quickly. The muscular damage will take longer, I suppose... *trails off, frowning thoughtfully*
Ron: I hope the shot hasn't disabled you... *glances off to the side to look at the flowers, then casts his gaze downwards* Boy... Being a lawyer really is dangerous work, isn't it?
Miles: *closes his eyes, wincing visibly at the implications of Ron's first statement. He swallows* I wasn't shot as a lawyer.
Ron: *blinks, turning his sights back to Miles* Wh-what do you mean?
Miles: Nothing. *he reconsiders* I misspoke. *irritably, he dials the pain medication back down, though some part of him is aware that it's probably not had much of an effect yet*
Ron: Er... okay. *his brows furrow as he looks down* When I found out you were shot, I nearly had a heart attack!
Miles: Oh? I imagine it was a surprise. *glances at Ron* The news reports didn't have much information, did they?
Ron: No, not a whole lot. Just that you were shot in the shoulder by an unnamed assailant... *leaning forwards again, his voice raises in volume* But it was more than just a surprise to me!
Miles: *raises an eyebrow* Forgive me, you've lost me. How so?
Ron: *looks at the man with earnest* "How so"?! I was scared! I know it wasn't life-threatening, but... You could have been killed! And, well... *simply* You're one of the few friends I have.
Miles: *his features flicker, he turns his head again to look at Ron full-on, his eyes mildly wide* ...Oh? *there's a full measure of guilt on his face now* Thank you for your concern. *and he means it. He swallows* How was your trip? Where did you go again?
Ron: *returning a smile, he straightens his back* The trip was great! Dessie and I treated ourselves to an impromptu trip to Costa Rica. I know you're quite worldly-- Have you ever been there?
Miles: *something about that smile is infectious, he manages a very faint smirk* No... Though I have been to... Nicaragua, I think. Very briefly, for a conference. The Spanish was very different from what I was used to.
Ron: Well, if you and Miss Starr ever want to get away somewhere for a weekend, you should really go. *cocks his head* Maybe after you've recovered...? You could use the relaxation, yes?
Miles: Mmm. *he attempts a nod, winces harshly, and then fiddles with the dial again* Yes... I imagine I'll get quite the sum of money from the state for this. I'll talk it over with her. Though Europe would be better for work...
Ron: *beams* Great! Anywhere would be good, as long as you can enjoy yourself. Costa Rica is an amazing place, but when we heard about the earthquake here, we couldn't exactly kick back and forget all our troubles...*a small, nervous laugh -- and then he remembers* --Oh! But it's a good thing we were away... *bites his lip*
Miles: Oh...? *frowns* I saw something about it on Wright's journal... You were robbed?
Ron: *a single nod* Yeah! Luke Atmey came in and stole my costume on the day of the quake. A-and then he broke into Mr. Wright's apartment with intent to kill. *tightening the grip on his Coke can, he nervously traces its rim* If I were home when he came in, I'm sure he would've made an attempt on my life, too...
Miles: *his stoic mask falters and he shows genuine concern* Well, you weren't. And Wright wasn't injured either. So it all worked out in the end, right? *a faint laugh* You escaped once again.
Ron: *a small smile* I-I did, didn't I? But I'm sure I could've taken him on-- and if not me, then Dessie! *pause* Wait, but if we were asleep... *shakes his head lightly* Anyway, looks like we're all survivors!
Miles: *there's a pause, then, firmly* Yes. Don't waste too much time thinking of what might have been. After all... A few inches to the left and... *he glances back at his shoulder, though his head is turned too far to actually see it. He gives a soft groan* If this is the alternative, I guess I'll live with that. *he pastes on a small smile, cursing the tremble in it*
Ron: *with some passion* "Live every day as if it's your last" is a cliché for a reason! ...Er, well. *glances off to the side, frowning a bit* I-I guess that's kind of a bit too morbid, thinking that way all the time. *smiles back at Miles* I prefer... "enjoy every sandwich."
Miles: *faux grimace* The sandwiches here aren't very enjoyable... *a pause* I would say, if they were allowing me to eat such things. Mostly easily digestible food...
Ron: *glances down* W-well... you know what I mean!
Miles: I do. I do... I was just attempting to joke. *frowns*
Ron: *looks up at him* Yes! Right! *forces a short laugh, then a relieved sigh* It's... it's good to know you can joke like that.
Miles: *closes his eyes with a weary sigh* It takes a great effort.
Ron: *firmly* Please don't force yourself if it's tiring! You have to recover as fast as possible so you can go back to your normal daily life!
Miles: No... I have to. *mutters* False cheer won't impede my healing.
Ron: *a little sad* Has it been nothing but "false cheer"?
Miles: *distantly, sounding a bit surprised* No... I'm glad you came. Good distraction.
Ron: Oh... good. *smiles* I was worried I might be bothering you. I dropped by without warning, after all! Er, not that I knew I'd be visiting... I thought you'd be in the general hospital, actually... I was planning on it, though. *contemplatively* If I were hospitalized, I think I'd want to be visited, too.
Miles: No beds there... Quieter here, anyway. The press hasn't bothered me at all, don't know where I am, most likely. *his voice is a bit dreamier now, it's clear the medication has taken hold* Thought you would bother me too, but you're not.
Ron: *blinks* You mean it? *leans in an inch, turning his head slightly as though to hear the man better* You really are glad that I came..?
Miles: Mmm...? *frowns vaguely* Yes... You're one of my few friends too...
Ron: *draws back and stares at Miles with a surprised expression for a couple of beats before his lips form a smile* ...I'm glad, Edgeworth. *stands up* Um... but I think I should leave you to rest now. You seem tired. *a pause* I could visit again after your surgery, if you'd like!
Miles: *flutters his fingers*Uh huh...See you... *with that, he visibly relaxes completely into sleep*
Ron: *watches Miles for a moment longer before turning away with a cheery smile on his face, feeling oddly content. Stepping back towards the door, he opens his can of pop -- its foamy contents rise immediately, spilling off the can and onto the floor as Ron holds it away from his body, surprised. His eyes flick around the room for paper towels or something of the sort, then back to his sleeping friend, before he quickly flees the scene without making another sound*
Miles: *sighs, closing his laptop and setting it aside. Wright was... right, after all. His shoulder was burning painfully. He'd managed (under quite a heavy load of narcotics, impressively enough) to convince the doctor to allow him control over his own painkillers via a button. He dials it up one, then on second thought another, figuring that Wright won't be there for a while and why suffer waiting for him? He lays back and closes his eyes, waiting for the blessed drugs to start taking effect*
Ron: E...Edgeworth!! *the door opens fully, and a wide-eyed Ron bursts into the room. One can practically hear the studio audience cheering and clapping*
Miles: *frowns, turning his head as much as he can without pain* Ron...? *with a groan, he turns the dial back down one* What in the world are you doing here?
Ron: *steps in slowly, worried eyes fixated on the man* I'm here with Dessie to see Miss Andrews. *holds up a can of Vanilla Coke* I went to get a drink, a-and I saw you through the door... I didn't know you were here. That's amazing! If I were looking the other direction, I wouldn't have seen you at all.
Miles: *flatly* Just my luck.
Ron: *seats himself in a chair next to the bed, figuring it would make it easier for Miles to see him. His tone is ripe with concern* H-how are you doing??
Miles: *as Ron takes a seat, he resigns himself to a lengthy visit from the man and dials his painkillers back up one* I've been shot, DeLite. How would you be?
Ron: Er... I don't know. *fidgets with the can on his lap* I've been shot at on a few occasions, but I've never taken a bullet...
Miles: *gives a short sigh, but when he speaks again his voice is less harsh* It's painful, but I'll live. I'm told I'll even be back to normal... at some point.
Ron: Oh. *pause* Oh, right! *leans forward slightly* How long will it take to recover?
Miles: No answers yet, for that. *he lifts his left arm without moving the shoulder and vaguely waves it from side to side* I'll be getting surgery shortly, then we'll see. But collarbones knit quickly. The muscular damage will take longer, I suppose... *trails off, frowning thoughtfully*
Ron: I hope the shot hasn't disabled you... *glances off to the side to look at the flowers, then casts his gaze downwards* Boy... Being a lawyer really is dangerous work, isn't it?
Miles: *closes his eyes, wincing visibly at the implications of Ron's first statement. He swallows* I wasn't shot as a lawyer.
Ron: *blinks, turning his sights back to Miles* Wh-what do you mean?
Miles: Nothing. *he reconsiders* I misspoke. *irritably, he dials the pain medication back down, though some part of him is aware that it's probably not had much of an effect yet*
Ron: Er... okay. *his brows furrow as he looks down* When I found out you were shot, I nearly had a heart attack!
Miles: Oh? I imagine it was a surprise. *glances at Ron* The news reports didn't have much information, did they?
Ron: No, not a whole lot. Just that you were shot in the shoulder by an unnamed assailant... *leaning forwards again, his voice raises in volume* But it was more than just a surprise to me!
Miles: *raises an eyebrow* Forgive me, you've lost me. How so?
Ron: *looks at the man with earnest* "How so"?! I was scared! I know it wasn't life-threatening, but... You could have been killed! And, well... *simply* You're one of the few friends I have.
Miles: *his features flicker, he turns his head again to look at Ron full-on, his eyes mildly wide* ...Oh? *there's a full measure of guilt on his face now* Thank you for your concern. *and he means it. He swallows* How was your trip? Where did you go again?
Ron: *returning a smile, he straightens his back* The trip was great! Dessie and I treated ourselves to an impromptu trip to Costa Rica. I know you're quite worldly-- Have you ever been there?
Miles: *something about that smile is infectious, he manages a very faint smirk* No... Though I have been to... Nicaragua, I think. Very briefly, for a conference. The Spanish was very different from what I was used to.
Ron: Well, if you and Miss Starr ever want to get away somewhere for a weekend, you should really go. *cocks his head* Maybe after you've recovered...? You could use the relaxation, yes?
Miles: Mmm. *he attempts a nod, winces harshly, and then fiddles with the dial again* Yes... I imagine I'll get quite the sum of money from the state for this. I'll talk it over with her. Though Europe would be better for work...
Ron: *beams* Great! Anywhere would be good, as long as you can enjoy yourself. Costa Rica is an amazing place, but when we heard about the earthquake here, we couldn't exactly kick back and forget all our troubles...*a small, nervous laugh -- and then he remembers* --Oh! But it's a good thing we were away... *bites his lip*
Miles: Oh...? *frowns* I saw something about it on Wright's journal... You were robbed?
Ron: *a single nod* Yeah! Luke Atmey came in and stole my costume on the day of the quake. A-and then he broke into Mr. Wright's apartment with intent to kill. *tightening the grip on his Coke can, he nervously traces its rim* If I were home when he came in, I'm sure he would've made an attempt on my life, too...
Miles: *his stoic mask falters and he shows genuine concern* Well, you weren't. And Wright wasn't injured either. So it all worked out in the end, right? *a faint laugh* You escaped once again.
Ron: *a small smile* I-I did, didn't I? But I'm sure I could've taken him on-- and if not me, then Dessie! *pause* Wait, but if we were asleep... *shakes his head lightly* Anyway, looks like we're all survivors!
Miles: *there's a pause, then, firmly* Yes. Don't waste too much time thinking of what might have been. After all... A few inches to the left and... *he glances back at his shoulder, though his head is turned too far to actually see it. He gives a soft groan* If this is the alternative, I guess I'll live with that. *he pastes on a small smile, cursing the tremble in it*
Ron: *with some passion* "Live every day as if it's your last" is a cliché for a reason! ...Er, well. *glances off to the side, frowning a bit* I-I guess that's kind of a bit too morbid, thinking that way all the time. *smiles back at Miles* I prefer... "enjoy every sandwich."
Miles: *faux grimace* The sandwiches here aren't very enjoyable... *a pause* I would say, if they were allowing me to eat such things. Mostly easily digestible food...
Ron: *glances down* W-well... you know what I mean!
Miles: I do. I do... I was just attempting to joke. *frowns*
Ron: *looks up at him* Yes! Right! *forces a short laugh, then a relieved sigh* It's... it's good to know you can joke like that.
Miles: *closes his eyes with a weary sigh* It takes a great effort.
Ron: *firmly* Please don't force yourself if it's tiring! You have to recover as fast as possible so you can go back to your normal daily life!
Miles: No... I have to. *mutters* False cheer won't impede my healing.
Ron: *a little sad* Has it been nothing but "false cheer"?
Miles: *distantly, sounding a bit surprised* No... I'm glad you came. Good distraction.
Ron: Oh... good. *smiles* I was worried I might be bothering you. I dropped by without warning, after all! Er, not that I knew I'd be visiting... I thought you'd be in the general hospital, actually... I was planning on it, though. *contemplatively* If I were hospitalized, I think I'd want to be visited, too.
Miles: No beds there... Quieter here, anyway. The press hasn't bothered me at all, don't know where I am, most likely. *his voice is a bit dreamier now, it's clear the medication has taken hold* Thought you would bother me too, but you're not.
Ron: *blinks* You mean it? *leans in an inch, turning his head slightly as though to hear the man better* You really are glad that I came..?
Miles: Mmm...? *frowns vaguely* Yes... You're one of my few friends too...
Ron: *draws back and stares at Miles with a surprised expression for a couple of beats before his lips form a smile* ...I'm glad, Edgeworth. *stands up* Um... but I think I should leave you to rest now. You seem tired. *a pause* I could visit again after your surgery, if you'd like!
Miles: *flutters his fingers*Uh huh...See you... *with that, he visibly relaxes completely into sleep*
Ron: *watches Miles for a moment longer before turning away with a cheery smile on his face, feeling oddly content. Stepping back towards the door, he opens his can of pop -- its foamy contents rise immediately, spilling off the can and onto the floor as Ron holds it away from his body, surprised. His eyes flick around the room for paper towels or something of the sort, then back to his sleeping friend, before he quickly flees the scene without making another sound*