Ah—!!!
To say the least, she isn’t at all prepared for Phoenix’s swift recovery. Everything goes black as Dahlia’s medium is knocked senseless, and the angry spirit floats above the girl’s prone (and heavily bloodstained) body. Blue flames crackle at the ghost’s waist, and her eyes are empty and white.
Phoenix Wright…how dare you—?!
With an unearthly, terrifying scream, she claws at Wright and vanishes into the night, leaving the three behind in her bloody wake.
Mia Fey couldn’t hear anything going on. The former medium turned lawyer remained motionless. Still faintly warm, almost as if she was keeping herself alive….barely.
[It’s a relief when the medium’s body goes limp, even if what happens next is nothing short of terrifying. Still, there’s no time to lose, and once that shriek has faded from the air, Phoenix is quick to dig out his phone with his good arm, dialing 9-1-1 just in time for the pain from his shoulder begins to register. Rattling off what he hopes is a coherent address to the dispatcher, he grabs his knife again, tossing it beneath the desk to be retrieved later once… Once both of them are out of the hospital, he thinks, his eyes going to the large bloom of what he can only assume is crimson at his shoulder.
It’s with a shaking hand that he reaches up to touch the area, fingertips coming away wet. The blood wouldn’t even bother him so much if it wasn’t suddenly so cold in the room, and it’s all that he can do as his head begins to swim, to lie down beside Mia on the floor, shock setting in as he tries to keep her warm. The rest of the evening will be pretty blurry when awakes at the hospital later; a vague memory of the door being slammed into the wall as it opens, and the flash of red and blue lights as he’s pulled away from his mentor and lifted onto a stretcher.]
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