Hello all, this little ficlet is based off a prompt from the board Pokemaniacs, as stated earlier. PokeManiacs is a forum I have joined recently where pokemon fans get together and discussing a wide range of topics. Not everything is necessarily pokemon related and that's what makes it fun. The people are nice and there are other authors on there that have their own FFN accounts as well. Please I recommend you check it out, I'm not much of a forum person and I really like the place and the people!
Prompt: One character gets into an accident
Genre: Hurt/Angst
I did Wallace and Steven, no Autumn for this one but it's set within my own little universe but within the timeline of ORAS. Except Wallace is still Champion. It's really short and I'm practicing writing emotions, kinda stale for this one I gotta say, but I'll get the hang of it.
Enjoy!
Wallace doesn't remember getting to the hospital or even finding Steven's room. All he remembers is getting a phone call at the same time the news cast came on about the collapse. His heart had given out, of all the times Steven is out collecting rare stones, this one has to end with the cave collapsing.
From Sootopolis to Rustboro Wallace had flown, in record time, to find Mr. Stone waiting inside the hospital to explain the situation to the champion. Steven had been leaving when a small earthquake hit and part of the cave he was in came crashing down. Thankfully, his Metagross had been out and the pokemon managed to help his trainer to safety, though not quick enough. Steven had been caught under some debris before his pokemon could get him out.
But he is stable, unconscious, but it could have been worse.
The news was good, not great, but enough to get the grip on Wallace's chest to relax and allow him to breathe.
Since speaking to Mr. Stone, Wallace hasn't moved from the spot next to Steven as the former Champion slumbers. Bandages cover most of the young man's face, part of his body not covered by the blanket is also covered in white bandages. His face is a bit swollen around his forehead and jaw area, his hair has been sloppily brushed back out of his face. His silver-blue locks are filthy with dirt and bits of rock.
"You always had the weirdest luck," Wallace smiles at Steven, reaching up to brush some dirt out of his hair. "You've survived worse without a scratch, and now you're still alive but..."
The blue haired man trails off, biting his lip as he can't bring himself to say that he has to fight to live. It would mean facing the realization that Steven could lose the fight and be gone forever. It's a possibility Wallace isn't quite ready to face, Steven's been there for him since the beginning, at his side at every turn. He's not ready to say goodbye, there is still much for them to do and even more for them to see.
Wallace coughs to cover up a quiet sob, something dark and empty grows in his chest as he stares at Steven's face. He looks so peaceful, would death be painful for him? He doesn't deserve that, he deserves to come out of this alive and set on the road of recovery. Was he scared? Did he know what was going on? Were his last words about his family?
"Just... Just wake up soon, okay?" Wallace whispers grasping Steven's hand and squeezing it. "I'm here, I'll help you out... I won't leave you."
