The feral Dragon had just flown off, but the creature had left his strongest partner very badly injured. The green-haired trainer feared he might lose his most valuable Pokémon to the extent of his wounds.
He didn't want that at all, so he called on his Bug type to look for a Pokémon Centre while he treated his Ground/Dragon Pokémon to the best of his abilities. He hoped it would be enough to tide them over until they found a place of healing.
His strongest partner had almost been ripped in two from the attack. Thank god he survived it.
His breathing pattern was changing, though. The trainer was starting to worry for his Pokémon; he was worried his partner wouldn't last until help was found. The trainer had to keep hoping his Bug type would find a Centre in time. He really didn't want his strongest Pokémon to die.
For now, the trainer continued to treat the vicious gashes his Pokémon had sustained in battle against the feral Dragon type, continued to fret as his Pokémon's breathes became shallower and shallower.
Please don't die. I've come too far for you to die, the trainer begged of his partner mentally.
Just then, his Bug type returned and began conversing with him hurriedly. He looked up in alarm, at first, before he realized his Pokémon was letting him know help was on the way. The trainer let out a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Safe at last.
The cerise-haired medic came as fast as she could with her assistant beside her. With no time to take the severely injured Pokémon back to the Pokémon Centre, it was all hands on deck to treat the Ground/Dragon type in their present location.
The medic knew it wouldn't be easy.