The first thing Cosima did when she reached the next town was pedal faster. Her head as ticking away the seconds as she clutched her Eevee to her chest, whispering 'Come on, come on,' as her free hand steered her through the town.
"Sorry, excuse me, sick Pokemon coming through!" she yelled as she rode through the street, swerving past disgruntled school children and teenagers staring at her. She skidded to a halt at the Pokemon Centre, but only because the front door got in the way. She crashed head long into it, but the pain was dulled by the light stirring against her chest of the furry little creature who had been poisoned in a fight with a wild Weedle. She growled silently to herself – how could she have underestimated the thing? How?!.
She ran into the Centre, rushing up to the desk and grasping at the attending nurse's uniform, pulling her to her and turning her around to look at her.
"My Eevee, he's sick. Please," she panted out, and the nurse looked down at the Pokemon still in Cosima's arm.
"I'll take him now," an accent said to her, and Cosima's vision focused enough for her to actually look at the nurse.
She was beautiful, standing tall and smiling at her gently as she extended her arms to her, asking for the Pokemon silently. Cosima's grip on her Eevee loosened, and the nurse took him into her arms, beckoning Cosima to follow her towards a small bed where she placed him and stroked his fur lovingly, smiling down at him.
"He's such a beautiful creature."
"He's sick, please," Cosima found her voice again, begging for the nurse to do something. Anything.
"Poison?"
"Yes."
"We'll sort him out," the nurse nodded, and in a matter of minutes, her Eevee had been injected with some sort of serum, and his fur wasn't lying so limpy anymore, and soon he had opened his eyes and looked at her, bouncing lightly over to her and licking her hand.
"Hey, hey, little guy," she grinned, scooping him up into her arms and stroking the top of his head. "You scared me over there for a second."
"Good as new," the nurse said, and Cosima found herself looking back at her, found the accent washing over her again, and she smiled.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing, come back any time. These things happen."
"What's your name?" Cosima asked; she couldn't help herself. This woman, who had helped her, who had actually patiently cured her precious Eevee, was gorgeous. Blonde, tall, and a loving personality if her job was any indication.
"Delphine," she said, wiping her hands on her uniform and nodding at Cosima.
"Cosima."
"Lovely to meet you, Cosima, but I must get back to work. Come again any time."
"I will," Cosima said as she backed out of the room, into the lobby and towards the door, setting her Eevee down on the floor as soon as they were outside, looking down at him.
"What do you say, old friend? We've got a lot more exploring to do before you can decide to evolve on me."
He purred up at her, a strange sound she always found comfort in, and she got back onto her bike.
"Keep up, then!"