I'm updating this series so I can stand looking at it. Here's chapter 1 updated.
Dawn held her new shiny pokemon egg close. It was a gift from her mom's new boyfriend, Danny, after her piplup go into an accident. Danny had hit him with his car on accident while driving and that's how he met her mom. She wiped away another tear as she looked at her piplup sleeping on her bed, his foot in a cast. She was told that he was going to have a limp for the rest of his life: he won't be able to perform in contests. At least not gracefully anyway. Dawn had forgiven Dan but, he still felt guilty, often giving the piplup an oran berry when he could.
Danny is a pokemon ranger that has all eeveelutions as part of his team, except a sylveon, which he's working to get. He just didn't know how to evolve a sylveon. Anyway, he had found one of his pokemon with this egg. It was the wrong color to be an eevee egg: it was white. Scanners said it was fertile, so he decided to give it to Dawn as a gift. Nurse Joy revealed that it was a shiny eevee egg, revealing that his flareon, the one who had the egg, is the mother. The egg suddenly moved.
"Look, piplup! It's hatching!" Dawn said excitedly.
"Really?" Piplup said, hobbling onto his good leg.
Dawn set the egg down and the egg shattered open the minute she withdrew her hand. A little eevee kit with silver colored fur blinked its eyes to adjust its vision. Dawn smiled and picked it up.
"Come here, cutie." Dawn said, smiling.
Dawn hugged her newest addition. The eevee hesitantly nuzzled her. Dawn set him down next to piplup.
"Hello, little guy." He said.
"Vee?" It said.
"I forgot that hatchlings can't talk properly. I guess I'll have to teach you how to talk." Piplup said.
The eevee suddenly nuzzled him.
"Aren't you just affectionate? Woah! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Watch the leg!" Piplup said.
"Okay, get off of piplup. He has a bad leg." Dawn told it.
The eevee kit smiled sheepishly. It may not talk yet but, most pokemon can understand people. It was ancient memory; something pokemon knew to do since people and pokemon had lived in harmony.
"Come on! Let's go see my mom! She'd love to meet you!" Dawn said, running downstairs.
Piplup plopped back down onto the bed to get some more sleep. He was excited but he was getting used to moving on a bad leg and it was tiring. Dawn excitedly ran downstairs to go show her mom the new addition to her team.
"Mom! Mom! It hatched!" Dawn said, holding the eevee up.
She found her mom on the floor, motionless. Dawn was shocked. Was she dead?! No... she was breathing.
"Mom!" Dawn said, panicked.
Paul was walking home with his newly acquired sister-in-law, Maylene. He had helped her back at the gym with training. Paul will sometimes battle challengers if they manage to beat Maylene without hurting their pokemon too much. He's managed to get two battles in today, both were easy wins for him. May always gave him crap for it but hey, they'd accept his challenge. They got back home to find Reggie with something in his arms. He was looking down at it with worried eyes.
"What is that, Reg?" Maylene asked.
"It's an eevee I found in an alley. She's in bad shape." He said.
"I want to see." Maylene said.
"I don't think you want to, she's not an easy sight to look at." Reggie said.
"How bad can she be?" Paul asked.
"I'll put it this way: I brought her here to die. She's barely even breathing." Reggie said, setting down the eevee.
She was skin and bone, almost looking like a rotting carcass. Her body struggled to breathe. Maylene gasped, horrified, while Paul gaped.
"Who could do such a thing?!" Maylene asked, almost crying.
Paul didn't like what he was seeing. Why did this happen? Why wasn't anyone else aware of this? Why couldn't she have been saved sooner?
"And the media says I'm heartless." Paul muttered.
"You're not heartless. This sight wouldn't upset you if you were." Reggie said.
Paul walked over and set his hand on the eevee's neck. She still had a pulse and her breathing was just barely strong enough to not need a respirator.
"Is there anything anyone can do?" Paul asked.
"Nurse Joy said to just keep her comfortable until she passes." Reggie said, comforting his wife.
Paul held the eevee in his arms. Her body was cold and it felt so frail, so fragile that he could break it in one wrong move. He carried her up to his room and shut the door. Reggie hadn't seen Paul so determined in a long time.
"What's he going to do?" Maylene asked.
"He's going to do what he can." Reggie said.
"But Nurse Joy said it's hopeless." Maylene said.
"He could care less about what Nurse Joy said. Paul won't give up until that eevee has no pulse. Just let him try to save her for now." Reggie said.
Maylene was dumbfounded that Paul would do such this. She may not see him as a cruel trainer anymore but she always thought he was... well, a hard ass. She figured he'd just accept its fate and stay close as it died. All she could do now was wait and hope Paul knew what he was doing.
Dawn paced outside the doctor's office with her shiny eevee in one arm and piplup in the other. What was going on? She thought her mom was dead for a second and no one had gotten back to her about what was going on. She was on the verge of a panic attack. And then, Danny came in looking frantic.
"Is your mom alright?" He asked her.
"I don't know yet. I just found her passed out on the floor." Dawn said.
Then he noticed the eevee kit in her arms.
"Whoa! A silver eevee!" He said, breaking him out of his thoughts.
A silver eevee is another nickname for a shiny eevee. For a moment, it distracted both of them from what could be happening down the hallway with Johanna.
"Yeah, it hatched from that egg you gave me." Dawn said.
"Let me see it for a minute and I'll tell you its gender." Danny said.
"Alright, here." Dawn said, handing him the eevee kit.
The eevee nuzzled and licked his face as he tried to examine it. Danny couldn't help but laugh.
"This one is very affectionate. Oh my! It's a little boy! I thought he'd be a girl but I guess not. He looks so feminine even for an eevee kit." Danny said.
"Wow, really?! I never would have guessed!" Dawn said.
Then the doctor came out with Johanna walking next to him. Surprisingly, she seemed fine.
"Mom, are you alright?" Dawn asked.
"I'm fine." She said with a reassuring smile.
"She just got exhausted is all. Anyway, I'll leave it to her to tell you what the cause was." The doctor said before leaving.
"What is it?" Danny asked.
"Well... I'm pregnant." Johanna said.
Dawn and Danny gaped at her in shock.
"I'm going to be a daddy/sister?!" They both said at the same time.
"If all goes well within the next nine months, yes." Johanna said with a smile.
For Dawn, that day was probably her most memorable one yet.
Paul was on his computer, the eevee was in his jacket that he turned into a small cushion for her to sleep in. He decided to contact an old acquaintance for some advice. In his bag next to him were a bunch of berries he had collected. He logged onto his computer and called a person he hoped could help.
"Hey, Paul, why are you of all people calling me?" A familiar voice asked.
"I need your help, Brock." Paul said.
"With what? It must be serious if you've come to me." Brock said.
"My brother found this eevee in an alley way and she's in bad shape. I don't know if she'll make it through the night." Paul said.
"Can you angle the camera so I can see?" Brock asked.
Paul grabbed the camera and showed him the eevee. Brock was shocked to see the eevee in such a horrible condition.
"This looks bad. I'm guessing Nurse Joy told you to let her die, right?" Brock asked.
Paul bit his lip. He didn't want to think of Brock telling him the same thing. He wouldn't, right? But... why would he basically tell him what Nurse Joy said? Paul grew nervous and sometimes, when he's nervous, he lashes out.
"Just, tell me if there's a way to save her." Paul snapped.
Brock was surprised at Paul. He knew Paul cared for pokemon despite how firm he got with them in the past but, he didn't realize Paul was a lot more of a softie than what others gave him credit for. Brock was not going to tell him to just let it die but, he knew there was a huge chance that it could.
"Alright, all I can tell you is to get some berries. I'll recommend oran or sitrus berries to try and heal her a little bit. A babiri berry might help provide some energy. And finally, a lum berry will help with any poison or paralysis. I also recommend mixing in a cherry and pecha berry to cover up the bitter taste. I'd recommend a revival herb if you had one. It should perk her up a bit." Brock said.
"I don't have one but I do have connections that might." Paul said.
"Good. Give her the berry mix to boost her a bit for now. The bitterness of the revival herb my shock her awake too much, so try and make something to dull down the flavor." Brock said.
"Got it. Thanks Brock." Paul said.
Brock took on a serious tone.
"Paul, this eevee is in bad shape. While I personally would never give up on a patient until its heart stops beating, you need to be prepared that she might not make it. If I could, I'd get there myself but all I can do is tell you to do your best." He said.
Paul swallowed hard and nodded.
"I will." He said.
"Good luck." Brock said before leaving.
Paul mixed up the berries in a small blender, making something lik a smoothie. He managed to get the eevee to swallow enough of it. Her breathing grew a little stronger along with her pulse but it was still very weak. Paul then contacted someone else.
"Paul?!" Cynthia said, surprised.
"I need your help." Paul said.
"With what?" She asked.
"Do you have a revival herb?" He asked.
"Yeah, why?" She asked.
"My brother found this eevee in an alleyway." Paul said, showing her the eevee.
"Oh my! How horrible! Who did this to that poor thing?!" She asked.
"We don't know, Reggie found her like this. Nurse Joy told us to let her die because there was nothing she could do." Paul said.
"Hmm... I'll be there in a minute. Alakazam, use teleport." Cynthia said.
Suddenly, she was in the room next to him.
"That was fast." Paul said.
"No time to lose. I got the revival herb right here." She said.
She mashed it up into a powder and they mixed it with a pecha and a pinap berry to give it a better taste. Cynthia had Paul hold the eevee in a position so that she wouldn't choke. Paul rubbed the eevee's throat to try and encourage it to swallow. It managed to wake up enough to swallow on its own, even let out a small whine. Cynthia sighed in relief when she managed to have the kit swallow the last bite.
"That's all we can do for now. I better get going." She said, taking a photo of the eevee.
"What's that for?" Paul asked.
"To find whoever did this." Cynthia said before having her alakazam teleport her back to where they were.
The eevee kit was shivering, still cold. Paul picked the eevee kit up and held it against himself, wrapping her in his jacket. The eevee kit snuggled against him slightly. Paul laid on his bed, the eevee laying on his chest. He fell asleep, hoping the eevee would still be alive by the time he awoke.