Apollo let out a sigh. That’s all he could do as he lied there in the stretcher that the paramedics demand he be put into. He listened to the hum of the ambulance’s motor, as well as the sound of its sirens as he felt it hit small bumps in the road.
“ Alright, Mr. Justice, what exactly happened here? You have blood all over you, and not a single scratch to show where it came from. Please, fill us in,” one bulky paramedic murmured as he looked at the attorney.
Apollo didn’t say anything for a moment as he simply turned his head to peer at the blonde haired female in the other stretcher. She was lying there quietly, her face almost as white as a ghost’s.
“Her,” Apollo finally murmured. “I got shot in the stomach in the court room, and that girl somehow made me choke up the bullet. And the wound on my stomach was completely gone. She put her hands on me, and all the pain just…went away.”
The paramedic snorted.
“Alright, Justice, it’s clear that you definitely lost a lot of blood here. That story is impossible! I’m sure you’ll be able to tell us the real story once we get you fixed back up.”
“Don’t tell me I’m crazy!” Apollo shouted, clearly exercising his Chords of Steel. “There’s a bullet hole in my vest to prove it, and you guys bagged the bullet that has my blood all over it! You tell me how I don’t have a wound on my stomach where the bullet clearly penetrated! Give me an answer then!”
Apollo was now sitting up, clearly irritated that the paramedic had told him that he was being illogical.
“Mr. Justice, you better lie back down,” the other smaller, female paramedic murmured. “We don’t have answers on whatever happened yet, but it’s clear that you lost a lot of blood. Your face is pasty, and you look like you’re going to pass out. Lie down. Now.”
“Pass out? No, I’m fine, trust me,” Apollo murmured, pressing a hand to the back of his neck. However, just as he said this, he began to feel quite lightheaded, and his stomach was churning angrily.
“Okay, okay…maybe I’m not,” he slurred, feeling saliva beginning to collect in his mouth. The bumping of the ambulance and the lightheaded feeling he had was honestly making him feel extremely sick.
“Okay…yeah, I’m going to throw up. I’m sorry,” Apollo quickly murmured before the unavoidable happened.
Wait-! Mr. Justice, no, hold on a second! At least try to hold it back so I can grab a basin!” the female paramedic cried. However, regardless of her efforts, she was a few seconds too late.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” the defense attorney spluttered before finally lying back down on the stretcher.
“See? I told you that you needed to lie back down. Blood loss will do these kind of things to you. Your body can react terribly if you strain it too much. Which just happened,” the burly male paramedic murmured.
Looking at the female paramedic, the burly mad shook his head. “Welp, get the paper towels out, Frannie. It’s gonna be a long, smelly ride.”
“Hey…d-don’t embarrass him,” came a quiet voice from the other side of the ambulance. “It’s not like…he…meant to do it….”
Apollo turned his head to see that it had been Hazel who had spoken. The girl was still lying on the stretcher. However, now she had her hands pressed against her face. Her lip was trembling. It was clear that she was crying just by her body language, Apollo easily perceived.
Apollo tried sitting up again. “Hey, w-why are you crying…?”
However, Apollo couldn’t stay awake any longer. The moment he tried sitting up, the lightheadedness his him like a ton of bricks. In seconds, his eyes closed for the rest of the ambulance ride.
After what felt like ages, Apollo awoke in a hospital bed.
“Rise and shine, Polly!” Trucy cried, quickly rushing over to the defense attorney’s bed, grabbing one of his hands.
“You were asleep forever! Daddy was starting to get worried about you, I think. He said you were shot. Is that true? Because I heard the doctors speaking…and they can’t seem to figure out how a bullet went through you without there being a single hole in your body,” Trucy pondered, pressing a hand to her forehead.
“You are going to be alright, aren’t you, Apollo?”
The defense attorney let out a sigh, closing his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m going to be fine. I just don’t understand why no one can just listen to me about what happened. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the complete truth!”
Quietly, Phoenix Wright entered the room as Apollo expressed his frustration to Trucy.
“What’s that, Apollo? No one believes you?” Wright murmured.
Apollo’s eyes widened upon hearing Phoenix’s voice. “Oh, thank god you’re here, Mr. Wright. Something weird happened,” Apollo started.
“What, you mean you throwing up all over the ambulance? That’s a normal occurrence, I’m sure.”
Apollo quickly shook his head, pressing his fingers against his forehead.
“N-no…that’s not it at all. That bullet wound I had in my stomach. That Hazel girl somehow managed to get rid of it, and got me to spit up the bullet. I just don’t understand how that’s even possible. And no one even believes me about it!!” Apollo shouted.
“Easy there, Apollo. I believe you. You’re a defense attorney. I know you wouldn’t lie about something like this. We can go try and talk to Hazel later. But for now, you need to get some food in your belly. You’re still looking pretty pale,” Phoenix murmured.
“Polly, they have spaghetti in the cafeteria! Aren’t you excited?!” Trucy exclaimed. “C’mon, let’s get you some!”