This is my first attempt so please, no flaming.
Obviously, I don't own Pokemon.
You get the idea.
After years of dedicated services to the Poké Center and its many Pokémon patients, Nurse Joy was promoted to the head Nurse Position, as well as given the new shift of working the late nights of the ER. While taking care of Pokémon has definitely kept her on her feet and left her as no stranger to "rushes," nothing could prepare her for the hectic mess that ERs are so famously known for.
Locking up her apartment, Nurse Joy caught the last bus over to the Poké Center. As she looked out the window to watch as the evening sky began to settle, she sat with a confident smile that her first night working the ER would be a day she'd never forget, a day she could look back on as a real memorable landmark in her life; one hell of a night was more like it.
As soon as she walked in, she began to take in the sights and sounds. Chansey were running around frantically, tending to what patients came in as fellow nurses and doctors rushed to give aid alongside of them, or worse, they were left to deal with the panicking owners.
Feeling out of place at the current moment and everything being much more fast paced then she was accustomed too, Nurse Joy took a seat at the front desk and decided to help with admitting patients and slowly ease her way into the flow of things. Minutes after she had sat down, a team of Chansey had rushed in carrying a stretcher with a Goldeen who looked so horribly stressed that for a split second, she wasn't quite sure if it was even alive.
"Oh my, there goes a fish out of water," she said to herself quietly, or so she thought.
"What? What was that?" A man who had been next to her, walked right over to her with a look of being obviously upset.
"Oh I just.." She stammered trying to find the right words, but this man's sudden outburst caught her so off guard, she was left tongue tied.
"You think you're SO funny lady, don't you?"
"Well no,..I just…you see.."
"That's MY GOLDEEN lady, and she's very sick!"
"I understand that sir. I was just.."
"She can't breathe for crying out loud!"
"Well, maybe if you just put her in water..?"
"Are you going for a comedic medal here?
"No I was just saying…her being a water type and all…"
"Ya know, I brought her here because I thought she'd be cared for properly! That the doctors and nurses here CARED! Not to have them crack jokes so she can be laughed to death."
"We do care! I do care!"
"Sure, lady. Everyone here knows that it's so obvious you fake it."
"I assure you sir that's not true. Not true at all. I don't fake liking Pokémon. Not one bit."
"You know you're right."
"I am?"
Nurse Joy stood a bit shocked with the man's sudden agreement with her. A smile began to form on her face as she looked at him.
"See I knew you'd understand."
"Oh I understand alright. It's so obvious. You just flat out despise Pokémon all together and you're just blunt and open with it. You're probably one of those people who kick Pokémon!"
By the time the man had said it, he had screamed it so loud that the waiting room had been overcome with a hush. All eyes were on them, and as the man stood fuming with anger before her, Nurse Joy could do nothing but blush feverishly. Oh course, being the way people are, "One of those people who kick Pokémon," was all anyone heard; there was obvious tension in the room as stern looks came across faces one by one.
"Sir I don't…"
"You make me sick!" Screamed the man and with that he ran off down the hall to go and find his Goldeen.
Feeling overly embarrassed, Nurse Joy turned to the waiting room patients and screamed out, "I DON'T KICK Pokémon!" Then sat down abruptly, and tried to focus on admitting patients.
The ER was still noticeably busy with patients, yet not one person had come up to admit their Pokémon through her.
"What is going on here?" She wondered.
Within a split second, a fellow Doctor had came up beside her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Nurse Joy! We have a back up of patients with no paperwork on almost all of them! Why aren't you admitting them?"
"Doctor, I was trying but no one will come up to me."
"What are you talking about? What do you mean?"
With that, a nosey old woman stood up with her sick Bellsprout cradled in a blanket, in her arms, and went straight to the doctor.
"She kicks Pokémon that's why!"
"Nurse Joy? Ma'am what are you…"
"She kicks them! Oh yes she does! I don't want her near my precious Gerald! Get away! Get away!"
The old woman began to kick and scream repeatedly; all this while squawking "Get away!" as loud as possible.
With all this just being too much (and horribly annoying!) the Doctor grabbed Nurse Joy and dragged her off to the side by her arm.
"Doctor, I don't kick…"
"I don't have time for this! We have tons of sick Pokémon that need our help! Just, just…just go to the back and try to help out there, I'll straighten this out."
"Okay," sighed Nurse Joy.