A/N: Really short, I took from my own injuries to explain what Red might be feeling. Please review if you liked it, and: Enjoy!
Edit: So I rewrote some parts, changed a small bit, but kept it largely the same. I went over a few things, and added and took out some stuff. Not because of a comment on this story that I am too lazy to delete, but because this story is pretty old, and I wanted to revive it a bit. I hope you all still enjoy it.
A pokeball flew threw the air. It fell lopsidedly, it's center of balance all wrong. It was empty, but enlarged. It flew downwards, towards its owner. Red had thrown it, as a test of his skill, if you asked him.
There was no feeling in his hands, barring a burning, cold sensation travelling from his fingers through his wrists. It showed with overwhelming clarity in the way the pokeball wobbled as it spun backwards, towards the earth.
He stood, one foot slightly in front of the other, close together, but farther apart than they should be. His stance was awkward. It was as though he had been frozen in the process of standing up.
No pun intended.
After all, the feelings were the same in his feet and ankles.
He could feel his body, vaguely that is, shaking slightly from the fatigue of practice. Green's eyes bored into him as he tried his hardest to concentrate on the falling object, and not his discomfort. This'd been Green's idea in the first place.
Sitting on the grass nearby, bag of chips in hand, was Blue. Pika was looking over her shoulder, waiting for the right moment to steal a snack from the bag while she watched. But somehow, both people and pokemon seemed to hold their breath as the pokeball came closer.
The ball wobbled a few more times, and Red readied himself to-
Miss.
Again.
The pokeball had hit his hand, only to bounce back out before Red's delayed reflexes could do a thing.
Red cursed lightly.
"Darn..." Blue muttered, while Pika stole a chip.
Green made a humming noise, as though he were trying to think of something.
Red slowly bent down to retrieve the item.
Green folded his arms, "Why don't you try," he paused when Red turned and glared at him, "a hot, damp rag?"
Both boys ignored Blue who snorted and asked herself, "Who uses the word damp?"
"It works for a bit. Sometimes I can get through a battle." Red spoke as he put Pika back into the pokeball before attaching it to his belt.
Chip in hand, Blue asked, "So," the boys turned to look at her, "How're you gonna pass that test?" Red glared.
The glare only lasted a moment before Red's eyes softened, and he looked at the ground. This only lasted a moment or two as well, because right after, he looked back up at his friends, determination glistening behind his eyes, "Lots of effort."