Trip's thought raced as his feet pounded down the path. How could he have been so stupid? He looked down at the Servine, his Servine, covered in bruises and scrapes in his arms. It had all been because of his stupid, basic, mistake. And now he was paying for it.

When the Pokémon center finally came into sight, Trip almost cheered with joy. Running was not his forte, but he sped up all the same. He wasn't even looking when he nearly crashed through the automatic doors, and literally crashed into a girl.

He didn't notice it was a girl at first. All he noticed was a flash of yellow, then red, and then a sea of turquoise. Then there was a very irritated, and decidedly female, voice.

"OH MY- WHAT ARE YOU DOING! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN A HURRY!"

"I needed to get to the Pokémon center too!" Trip sputtered, quickly shuffling off the girl.

"YOU? I need to get my Vanillux healed!"
" What and my Servine is just not important!"

They were interrupted by a sweet, worried voice from inside the center.

"Excuse me!" Nurse Joy called from behind the desk. "But we can treat both of your Pokémon, if you will only enter the building."

The girl dashed in the door, and trip mentally kicked himself for being an idiot. Again. He hurried to catch up to the girl, carefully laying Servine next to her Vanillux on an exam table.

"Both of these Pokémon need urgent care." Nurse Joy whispered, concern coloring her voice. Trip snuck a look at the girl he had collided with. She looked just as worried as he felt. Nurse Joy continued regardless.

"We'll need to keep them over night. You can stay here, of course."

Both the children nodded. Each was handed the normal forms, and both relinquished the rest of their Pokémon for a checkup. Trip was surprised to see that the girl only had two other Pokéballs. Somehow he had thought she would have more Pokémon. They both slowly wandered to some chairs, and plopped down.

"Sorry, for uh, crashing into you earlier." She squeaked suddenly. "I just needed to get Vanillux to the Pokémon center and I was running and I wasn't paying attention and. . . sorry." She rambled.

"It's uh, it's okay." Trip answered, thinking of his own Vanillite. "I wasn't paying attention either. My Servine was injured, and I was just trying to get it help as fast as I could."

He watched her nod, and they sat silently for a while. Trip noticed that the longer they sat, the jitterier the girl became. She started with her feet, tapping them on the tiles with no particular rhythm. Then she started drumming her fingers on her legs in complicated patterns. After about thirty seconds of drumming, she whirled towards him in her chair, shoving a hand in his face.

"I'm Georgia." She declared.

Trip slowly took her hand and shook it. "Trip." He supplied.

"Well Trip, I don't know about you, but I'm not going to sit around here all day. I'm going to go check out the town. Want to come?"

Trip considered for a moment. "I suppose it woul- AAAH!" He stammered. Georgia yanked him up from the chair, and began dragging him to the door. "HEY! Where do you think you're taking me?"

Georgia didn't stop, but she did flash him a mischievous smile.