Ace Attorney: Council of Crime

Part 45 (Joe)

//February 25, 2030. Hospital Room No. 11037, 10:59 AM//

When I woke up, my stomach was hurting.

What in the world would make my stomach hurt so much? It makes me want to scream f-

And then I remembered what happened.

I sat up as quickly as I could and looked around. I wasn't in Interpol anymore. The man who stabbed me was gone. I was alone in a hospital room.

And it was from that moment forward that I hated hospital rooms with a burning passion.

"Drew," I found myself saying. My eyes were wide as I clutched my abdomen. I grasped for a memory of where Drew could be. Last I checked, he would be alone at Interpol since most of the agents (except for Q, who couldn't do field work to save a life) were out. But that means that...

I swung my legs off of the side of the bed, forcing myself (much to the displeasure of my ever aching body) to stand. Another day, another random body pain.

A woman with honey blonde hair, which was cut unevenly to an almost unhealthy degree, entered the room with a gasp. "Y-you shouldn't be getting up this soon!" the woman cried. She pushed me back onto the bed, her face going pale.

"You can't tell me what to do," I snarled, trying once again to get up. "I have to go and see if he's okay!"

"See if who's okay?" the woman asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.

I didn't answer, instead trying to push past her once again. "Let me go," I demanded, my gaze growing dark as I attempted to escape the room.

"J-Joe!"

I was so busy trying to get past this nurse that I didn't even notice that Drew had appeared in the doorway. There was a white bandage wrapped around his head, which I admit made my stomach churn, and not in the good way.

Drew made his way to my side. He gently got me to lay back down. He sat at my side with a sigh. "I was so worried..."

"What happened to you?" I demanded, staring at his bandage, as if the object would give me all the answers I wanted.

"I found you covered in blood... But I passed out from the shock and apparently got a concussion from hitting the floor too hard... My head's always been sensitive..." Drew explained, touching his bandaged head gently. He rubbed his temples, as if to soothe the ache.

"I'll work on getting floors that don't hurt as much," I blurted out.

"You don't have to... But thanks for the offer. That means a lot to me," Drew smiled, running a hand through my hair. "How are you doing?"

"Well, I got stabbed," I said simply. "And it hurts."

"I guess that's a given... But who attacked you? I want them behind bars by the end of the day...!" Drew whispered, clenching one hand into a fist.

"I think... I feel like I knew them, but at the same time, I don't remember," I sighed.

"Maybe you saw them in a profile for a case somewhere. That's always a definite possibility," Drew proposed.

"That might actually be it... That's right! I remember now!" I gasped.

"Who was it?!" Drew cried, his eyes pleading for the answer.

"Pierre Giuseppe... He did it," I declared. "I knew I recognized his face from somewhere... It was from the profile picture from that one case... I always forget the name of it..."

"I would tell you, but I don't really remember it, either... I guess that passing out on the floor messes with your memory a little bit... Who would have thought?" Drew laughed, but judging by the way it sounded, he was forcing it for my sake. I didn't want him to do that, but I knew him: whether he wanted me to or not, he'd fake it for as long as he wanted.

Always trying to make me happy... I love him so muc-

Don't tell anybody but Drew I said that. L will start teasing me over it since she's obsessed with D and Q's relationship... Which I don't even think is a relationship, personally...

"I should get back to Interpol. I need to go find who stabbed you. I'm going to make them pay for doing this to you...!" Drew whispered. He tried to stand and go, but I grabbed his hand.

"Don't go," I instructed of him. "I don't want you to leave me... I want you here."

Drew's cheeks turned bright red, so I tried to ignore it, but judging by how he only turned redder at seeing my face, it wasn't working all that well. Oops... This is what I get for blushing easier than somebody making out with their crush...

Great going, Joe. You get flustered and start talking like you're from some crazy anime or whatever...

"Thanks, Joe... I don't know how long I'd last anyways... The gore of these things always startles me a little bit," Drew admitted, his cheeks still turning brighter.

"I know you don't like it. Why do you think I have you stay behind with me when other people are out on missions?" I asked.

Drew smiled. "You know me too well."

"Also, did they happen to arrest anybody for this case?" I asked, hoping that changing the subject would prevent me from blushing like a maniac and/or Drew.

"They did actually... Yeah... It was... A nurse told me..." Drew began. His blush was gone and his voice was dark, so I assumed that I was in for bad news.

"Well?" I prompted. The suspense was starting to kill me inside, though I would never admit it out loud.

"It was... Yes no maybe probably Q because he was the only other one at Interpol at the time-" Drew yelled, his words running together into one... Uniword. Because that makes sense.

I nearly spit took. "W-what?!" I yelled. "In that case, we have to get one of the investigators down here! I need to tell them that Q didn't do it! We can't lose our best tech guy!!"

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