[ The day started out like any other -- especially now that it's summer. Trucy's slept in late today, after studying for exams and projects thrown at her left and right, she's deserved a break like this. ESPECIALLY with her dad gone yet again on another 'super secret mission' that isn't that super secret to her, at least. She's heard him on the phone with Edgeworth, after all.
It's late afternoon at this point, and she's finally up and about. She's in the office still, of course, but in the little room she's designated as her 'bedroom' of sorts. She's been busy practicing various tricks here and there, namely the more dangerous ones she knows her dad wouldn't be happy to find out about. Today, it's throwing knives.
She's set up a large piece of wood, so not to ruin the wall of course, and she's been busily throwing her knives at it. Some stick, others don't... it's frustrating. But practice makes perfect, and she's not going to let this get the best of her. She picks up the knives to try again; a knife is hurled as hard as she can at the board, except this time it sets off a chain reaction of sorts -- it rebounds off of a knife she couldn't get un-stuck from said board with a soft clink, and it happens so fast Trucy has no time to react when it flies right back at her and cuts directly across the top of her left arm.
She's not even sure what happened at first, not until she feels a sudden searing pain coming from her arm and something very wet and warm rolling down her skin. Looking at the damage, she has to cringe a little -- it's deep, and she's pretty sure she's never bled quite this much in her entire life. Initially, panic sets in, as she quickly uses a hand to try and keep the blood from hitting the carpet.
She's not sure if Apollo is still in the office or not -- she's hoping not, because he's going to freak, she's afraid -- but she has no choice but to try and get to the bathroom to get some water on this wound, and to use the mirror to further look at it. She's not sure if she'll need to go to the hospital or not, either.
Slowly, she slides out of her room and down the stairs, wincing every time a drop of blood hits the ground. At least it's not carpeted anymore. She tip toes to the bottom and glances around, before trying to casually slide into the bathroom. The door shuts with a soft click, and she leans over the sink as she removes her hand from the wound, paling as an entire handful of blood splatters onto the white porcelain. ]
[After working with the Wrights for the better part of a year, Apollo's learned not to disturb Trucy while she's fiddling with her magic props. He has no desire to be roped into helping out and then possibly forced into some glittery outfit he'd rather not be seen in. Halfway through filling out some report, Apollo can't help but notice how quiet it is. Not that he's complaining, but Trucy's never so quiet when she's practicing. Frankly, the longer the silence drags on, the more nervous Apollo's becoming.
Finally, he pushes his chair back, curiosity (and worry) getting the better of him.]
Trucy? [Apollo frowns when he doesn't get a reply immediately, venturing further into the hallway. That's when he notices the blood on the hardwood floor. He inhales sharply, the alarm hitting him full force.]
Trucy?! [This time he doesn't bother to keep his voice down.]
[ Busted. She can hear the panic in her older brother's voice when he calls for her, and she looks around frantically, trying to figure out how to make this look... well, not as bad as it probably is. She quickly grabs the towel from where it's hanging up and wraps it around her arm, as though the blood isn't going to soak through, as if the sink and the bathroom floor don't look like a massacre already. ]
I'm in the bathroom, Polly--
[ She opens the door enough to poke her head out, flashing him a nervous grin. ]
No worries, I'm okay! I just cut myself a little. I'm fine!
[ She's doing her best to keep the soaked through towel out of his line of sight, and to keep her grin in place, but this really hurts and she's kind of panicking, too. Just a little. ]
[Yeah, that's not suspicious at all. Apollo practically zooms over to the bathroom as soon as he hears her voice, he's never moved so quickly in his life. Though he doesn't try to push the door open, he does eye her suspiciously, both hands propped on his hips.]
A little? You were bleeding all over the floor!
[His hand presses against the door lightly, his eyes boring into hers.] Let me see.
[ This isn't good. She laughs nervously again, waving a hand at him. Unfortunately, the soaked through towel hits the floor because she's let it go. She looks over her shoulder, staring down at it blankly for a moment. ]
It's not that bad-- [ She's straining to keep the wound from his view as she tries to retrieve the towel... this is stupid, though, because he's going to find out anyways. So, with a defeated sigh, she relents. ]
...Okay. Don't freak out, okay? [ Stepping back, she opens the door to let him see the full extent of the damage. There's a guilty look on her face suddenly, because she doesn't want to worry him. ]
[As if Apollo's stress levels weren't already high enough, the combination of the blood-soaked towel and the splattered bathroom tiles definitely make him freeze, mind going blank.]
Oh my God. [He says weakly, face pale. The rational part of him that knows how to handle injuries is quickly drowned out by his panic.
It's ridiculous. As an attorney, he's seen his fair share of blood at the crime scenes. ...but those victims were never part of his family, not like Trucy is.]
...Are you okay? [ She's staring at poor Apollo, suddenly feeling extremely concerned for the poor young attorney. He doesn't look so good suddenly.
She casually turns the faucet on and splashes water on the wound, hiding her INSANE NEED to cringe because it stings, but she thinks that if there's not as much blood, he'll feel better. ]
You should go sit down, Polly... do you want me to get you some water?
[Get a grip, Justice. Once Apollo shakes off the panic, the mortification starts to set in, as does the redness in his face. It isn't the time for that, though, not with Trucy being injured like this.]
I'm fine. You're the one who needs looking after here, Trucy. [Apollo firmly waves aside her concern, stepping closer to examine the cut. He's careful not to jostle her arm too much.]
Stay here. I'll get the first aid kit. [Worry quickens his steps, and he's back with the supplies in record time. But first--he hands her a fresh towel to press to the injury.]
But it's not that bad-- [ She quiets down and goes completely still when he examines her cut, because as careful as he is being she doesn't want to move to quickly and scree herself over in the process.
She's about to say something else, but then he's off and running to get the first aid kit. She sighs and waits like she's told, forcing another smile when he returns. She takes the old towel off of her arm and just sort of tosses it into the tub for the time being, quickly taking the fresh one from him to replace it. ]
Thanks, Polly! You're a life saver! [ She eyes the first aid kit, though, something dawning on her suddenly. ] ...We... we aren't going to use rubbing alcohol, are we?
We'll have to clean the cut, but not with alcohol. [Once Trucy's got the towel pressed to her arm, Apollo leads her to the kitchen as briskly as he can while being gentle. All the while, he frantically tries to recall the first aid lessons he'd gotten when he was younger.
He pulls out a chair for her and points at it.] Sit.
[As he searches the kit for gauze and bandages, he glances at her from the corner of his eyes.] How'd this even happen anyway?
...I don't think it needs to be cleaned, it's fine! [ Still, she walks with him into the kitchen and takes a seat as instructed. She's not really sure if she wants to proceed with this, though.
His question has her snapping back into reality, and she feels her left eye give the slightest twitch. ]
I flew too close to the sun, Polly. I was practicing with some throwing knives... I couldn't do it again if I tried, honestly. One knife hit another and ricocheted... and the next thing I knew I was bleeding.
Trust me, you won't be singing that tune if the whole thing gets infected. [Apollo's gone into "big brother mode" at this point, ignoring her complaints with ease.
Though he's in the middle of taking out the cotton swabs, he stops to stare at her incredulously.]
Throwing knives? Why do I get the feeling Mr. Wright doesn't know about this?
It's okay. It won't get infected! Because I'll... uh. Keep it covered. So no infection! [ Oh no.
Oh no.
She stares at those cotton swabs because that usually means they're going to be soaked in something and it's going to be painful.
Oh no. ]
Well, you'd be correct! Daddy's got no clue, but I have to learn if I want to be a proper magician. So, I'm learning! Also, you should wear gloves. Because blood is gross, and even though we have the same blood, you don't want to be covered in gross blood. Especially mine. Because it's magical.
....
What are you going to put on those cotton swabs, Polly? [ She needs to know. She's already gauging the distance between the door, Apollo, and where she's sitting. She's pretty sure she can run and get away if it's something that's going to be excruciating... ]
[Apollo sighs, fighting the urge to rub at his forehead.]
Next time you practice with the knives, I'm going to stay in the room with you. [His voice is firm, allowing for no arguments.] Telling you "no" isn't going to cut it. I'm not stupid enough to think you won't run off and practice on your own again as soon as I'm looking away.
[He hasn't missed the way she's staring at the door, either. To keep her from escaping, he puts a hand on her shoulder.] It's just antibacterial ointment, Trucy. I'm putting it on after I clean the cut.
...Really? [ She's not sure if that's the best idea. What if another freak accident happened and he got hit? All this means is she's going to have to be extremely careful when he's around. ]
Are you sure it wouldn't be too distracting from your work?
[ She's still not sure about this wound cleaning business. But he's keeping an eye on her and she knows she's not going anywhere now. ] ...W-what are you going to clean it with, then? Wasn't the water enough? I think that it's good enough!
[He cocks an eyebrow at her.] You don't think you getting injured is distracting?
Anyway, even if you cleaned it out before, it's still bleeding. [Apollo squints in the direction of her cut for a second, every inch the concerned, hovering brother.] Stick it under the tap and rinse it out with water again just to make sure it's clean. I'll put the ointment and bandages on after that.
It's not distracting, it's life! Sometimes magicians get hurt. It's no big deal! [ This is her logic. Embrace it, Apollo. ]
Okie dokie, Polly! [ She doesn't really want to, but she's not going to fight it, either. She jumps up and salutes him, running back into the bathroom and nearly tripping over herself in her rush to do as she's told for once. When she returns, she's patting her arm dry as much as she can, and once again she takes a seat. ]
There, all done. I don't even think you need to do ointment or bandages, I think it's okay now!
Oh, come on, Polly! [ She groans, slumping in her seat. Trucy's no baby, but at the same time the thought of forcibly inflicting pain upon herself isn't something that she's looking forward to.
Of course, it's not HER who is inflicting the pain, it's Apollo... but it's for the better good, so with a pout she s l o w l y offers her arm up and watches him. She's going to look this little procedure over, because it's not going to be that bad.
[The corner of his mouth twitches up in mirth at her exaggerated reluctance.]
It can't be that bad, Truce. [As amused as he is, he doesn't notice he's slipped and called her by a nickname instead. Gently, Apollo dabs at the cut, covering the surface with ointment. It probably stings a little, but that's expected.]
[ He might not have noticed, but she does, and she is pleased by it to be quite honest. She's about to say something in retaliation, though, but he's already started and she can feel the stinging.
She stiffens a little bit, but grins anyways. Okay, this isn't as bad as she's making it out to be, but she can't help it. ]
Haha, no, no, it's not bad. Really! This is fine.
[ Except she does tear her eyes away from the cut after a few moments because she's just adding insult to injury by looking at it!! ]
[ She's mentally kicking herself for being so arrogant about her own tricks; had she just been a good girl and followed daddy's stupid 'no knife tricks' rule, this wouldn't have happened and she's got a terrible feeling that's exactly what he's going to rub into her face when he comes home. Probably. ]
Okay, Polly. Thanks. But it's okay, it's not that bad! Take your time!
[ Please don't take your time. She doesn't really mean that, she just wants to sound tougher than she really is. ]
W-well, that's... that was before, you know? [ You're a big brave dog, Trucy. That's it.
She has to blink, though, because suddenly he's done, and it's only now that she looks at her perfectly bandaged injury. No more blood or gore -- other than the bandages, it looks like the injury never happened. ]
Whoa, this looks great, Polly! Thank you! It feels fine -- you should double as a nurse! I can see it now-- Apollo Justice: Ace Attornurse!
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[ Case 2 - insert witty case name here ]
It's late afternoon at this point, and she's finally up and about. She's in the office still, of course, but in the little room she's designated as her 'bedroom' of sorts. She's been busy practicing various tricks here and there, namely the more dangerous ones she knows her dad wouldn't be happy to find out about. Today, it's throwing knives.
She's set up a large piece of wood, so not to ruin the wall of course, and she's been busily throwing her knives at it. Some stick, others don't... it's frustrating. But practice makes perfect, and she's not going to let this get the best of her. She picks up the knives to try again; a knife is hurled as hard as she can at the board, except this time it sets off a chain reaction of sorts -- it rebounds off of a knife she couldn't get un-stuck from said board with a soft clink, and it happens so fast Trucy has no time to react when it flies right back at her and cuts directly across the top of her left arm.
She's not even sure what happened at first, not until she feels a sudden searing pain coming from her arm and something very wet and warm rolling down her skin. Looking at the damage, she has to cringe a little -- it's deep, and she's pretty sure she's never bled quite this much in her entire life. Initially, panic sets in, as she quickly uses a hand to try and keep the blood from hitting the carpet.
She's not sure if Apollo is still in the office or not -- she's hoping not, because he's going to freak, she's afraid -- but she has no choice but to try and get to the bathroom to get some water on this wound, and to use the mirror to further look at it. She's not sure if she'll need to go to the hospital or not, either.
Slowly, she slides out of her room and down the stairs, wincing every time a drop of blood hits the ground. At least it's not carpeted anymore. She tip toes to the bottom and glances around, before trying to casually slide into the bathroom. The door shuts with a soft click, and she leans over the sink as she removes her hand from the wound, paling as an entire handful of blood splatters onto the white porcelain. ]
Uh-oh...
Turnabout Meltdown of the Brother
Finally, he pushes his chair back, curiosity (and worry) getting the better of him.]
Trucy? [Apollo frowns when he doesn't get a reply immediately, venturing further into the hallway. That's when he notices the blood on the hardwood floor. He inhales sharply, the alarm hitting him full force.]
Trucy?! [This time he doesn't bother to keep his voice down.]
LMAO POOR POLLY
I'm in the bathroom, Polly--
[ She opens the door enough to poke her head out, flashing him a nervous grin. ]
No worries, I'm okay! I just cut myself a little. I'm fine!
[ She's doing her best to keep the soaked through towel out of his line of sight, and to keep her grin in place, but this really hurts and she's kind of panicking, too. Just a little. ]
smh
A little? You were bleeding all over the floor!
[His hand presses against the door lightly, his eyes boring into hers.] Let me see.
get used to it big brother
It's not that bad-- [ She's straining to keep the wound from his view as she tries to retrieve the towel... this is stupid, though, because he's going to find out anyways. So, with a defeated sigh, she relents. ]
...Okay. Don't freak out, okay? [ Stepping back, she opens the door to let him see the full extent of the damage. There's a guilty look on her face suddenly, because she doesn't want to worry him. ]
See? Not that bad!
No >:T
Oh my God. [He says weakly, face pale. The rational part of him that knows how to handle injuries is quickly drowned out by his panic.
It's ridiculous. As an attorney, he's seen his fair share of blood at the crime scenes. ...but those victims were never part of his family, not like Trucy is.]
DO IT D:<
She casually turns the faucet on and splashes water on the wound, hiding her INSANE NEED to cringe because it stings, but she thinks that if there's not as much blood, he'll feel better. ]
You should go sit down, Polly... do you want me to get you some water?
[ Honestly, he looks like he may pass out... ]
You can't make me!!
I'm fine. You're the one who needs looking after here, Trucy. [Apollo firmly waves aside her concern, stepping closer to examine the cut. He's careful not to jostle her arm too much.]
Stay here. I'll get the first aid kit. [Worry quickens his steps, and he's back with the supplies in record time. But first--he hands her a fresh towel to press to the injury.]
Yes I can!!!!
She's about to say something else, but then he's off and running to get the first aid kit. She sighs and waits like she's told, forcing another smile when he returns. She takes the old towel off of her arm and just sort of tosses it into the tub for the time being, quickly taking the fresh one from him to replace it. ]
Thanks, Polly! You're a life saver! [ She eyes the first aid kit, though, something dawning on her suddenly. ] ...We... we aren't going to use rubbing alcohol, are we?
Nope
He pulls out a chair for her and points at it.] Sit.
[As he searches the kit for gauze and bandages, he glances at her from the corner of his eyes.] How'd this even happen anyway?
Yep.........
His question has her snapping back into reality, and she feels her left eye give the slightest twitch. ]
I flew too close to the sun, Polly. I was practicing with some throwing knives... I couldn't do it again if I tried, honestly. One knife hit another and ricocheted... and the next thing I knew I was bleeding.
No............
Though he's in the middle of taking out the cotton swabs, he stops to stare at her incredulously.]
Throwing knives? Why do I get the feeling Mr. Wright doesn't know about this?
Yes.............................................
Oh no.
She stares at those cotton swabs because that usually means they're going to be soaked in something and it's going to be painful.
Oh no. ]
Well, you'd be correct! Daddy's got no clue, but I have to learn if I want to be a proper magician. So, I'm learning! Also, you should wear gloves. Because blood is gross, and even though we have the same blood, you don't want to be covered in gross blood. Especially mine. Because it's magical.
....
What are you going to put on those cotton swabs, Polly? [ She needs to know. She's already gauging the distance between the door, Apollo, and where she's sitting. She's pretty sure she can run and get away if it's something that's going to be excruciating... ]
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
Next time you practice with the knives, I'm going to stay in the room with you. [His voice is firm, allowing for no arguments.] Telling you "no" isn't going to cut it. I'm not stupid enough to think you won't run off and practice on your own again as soon as I'm looking away.
[He hasn't missed the way she's staring at the door, either. To keep her from escaping, he puts a hand on her shoulder.] It's just antibacterial ointment, Trucy. I'm putting it on after I clean the cut.
/gETS HIT WITH THE TABLE AND DIES
Are you sure it wouldn't be too distracting from your work?
[ She's still not sure about this wound cleaning business. But he's keeping an eye on her and she knows she's not going anywhere now. ] ...W-what are you going to clean it with, then? Wasn't the water enough? I think that it's good enough!
w o w
Anyway, even if you cleaned it out before, it's still bleeding. [Apollo squints in the direction of her cut for a second, every inch the concerned, hovering brother.] Stick it under the tap and rinse it out with water again just to make sure it's clean. I'll put the ointment and bandages on after that.
/lays there forever
Okie dokie, Polly! [ She doesn't really want to, but she's not going to fight it, either. She jumps up and salutes him, running back into the bathroom and nearly tripping over herself in her rush to do as she's told
for once. When she returns, she's patting her arm dry as much as she can, and once again she takes a seat. ]There, all done. I don't even think you need to do ointment or bandages, I think it's okay now!
/puts blanket over
He's ready to go, a cotton swab in one hand, and the ointment bottle in the other. An apologetic smile works its way onto his face.]
The sooner you let me do this, the faster it'll be over.
/hides under the blanket FOREVER
Of course, it's not HER who is inflicting the pain, it's Apollo... but it's for the better good, so with a pout she s l o w l y offers her arm up and watches him. She's going to look this little procedure over, because it's not going to be that bad.
...Right? ]
Okay, okay....
/tucks you in
It can't be that bad, Truce. [As amused as he is, he doesn't notice he's slipped and called her by a nickname instead. Gently, Apollo dabs at the cut, covering the surface with ointment. It probably stings a little, but that's expected.]
/drags u into blanket burrito
She stiffens a little bit, but grins anyways. Okay, this isn't as bad as she's making it out to be, but she can't help it. ]
Haha, no, no, it's not bad. Really! This is fine.
[ Except she does tear her eyes away from the cut after a few moments because she's just adding insult to injury by looking at it!! ]
Yep, just fine....
;w; okay
Almost done, I promise.
[Apollo pauses a moment, unrolling the bandages. Then, he carefully begins to wrap the injury up.]
<3
Okay, Polly. Thanks. But it's okay, it's not that bad! Take your time!
[ Please don't take your time. She doesn't really mean that, she just wants to sound tougher than she really is. ]
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You wanted me to get it over with earlier and now you want me to take my time? I'd tell you to pick one or the other, but...
I'm done. [He sits back, examining his work with a critical eye.] How does that feel? Not too tight?
[Part of him's aware that he's fussing, but it's not like that would be anything new to Trucy.]
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She has to blink, though, because suddenly he's done, and it's only now that she looks at her perfectly bandaged injury. No more blood or gore -- other than the bandages, it looks like the injury never happened. ]
Whoa, this looks great, Polly! Thank you! It feels fine -- you should double as a nurse! I can see it now-- Apollo Justice: Ace Attornurse!
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