Edgeworth's POV
I feel the ground start to shake and I immediately feel the unease in my stomach. It feels as though my lungs got cut in half. I quickly go hide under my table, protecting myself.
Before I know it Franziska's sitting under the table with me. She has a hand on my back. I hate pity but I don't feel well enough to fight with her. I feel dizzy.
"Miles Edgeworth, you need to breathe." She says softly.
I don't respond. I can't find my voice. The lights flicker and I find everything going black.
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When I come to, which I don't imagine to be more than five minutes later, I find myself sitting up off of Franny's shoulder.
"It's over." She says, getting out from under the table and standing up, dusting herself off.
"It doesn't feel like it." I grumble following behind Franziska.
"That's yourself shaking, you fool. Sit down."
I do not understand why I still feel like this. The incident happened years ago, it's in the past. Why does my mind insist on playing tricks on me each time the ground shakes? I wish I could get over this.
I listen to Franziska and take a seat in a nearby chair.
"You're paler than a ghost." She stops for a second, "Sorry." She mutters.
"I'll need a moment to collect myself, but I'll be fine."
"I know you will be. I am not concerned for you, Miles Edgeworth." She says while walking out of the room.
I follow suit and watch as she picks up my buzzing phone.
"That foolish man is calling you. I suggest you answer, Miles Edgeworth, it's the fourth call."
I groan, I have nothing against calling Wright, but I know he's only calling me out of concern, and I am fine. I answer his call.