Dewott panted heavily, staggered and collapsed as the poison took hold.
Gasping with worry I picked up the blue cat in my arms, rocking and stroking its head as comfortingly as I could as his little body convulsed in my arms.
The Garbodor took a deep breath then shot a rancid sludge bomb at us, determined to finish what it had already started.
I picked up Dewott up and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I had been running non stop for ten minutes and had to rest. Looking down at Dewott my eyes filled with worry.
He had gone completely limp.
It was my fault all this had happened. I hadn't bothered to stock up on potions and antidotes at the Poke Mart, I thought my pokemon could handle poison. I knew I should of studied more, if I had I would have known Garbodors poison was so lethal.
I finally caught up to the Pokemon Center. Nurse Joys eyes widened in alarm when she saw my Dewott and she took it from my arms straight away.
"We have to operate fast" she told me, wheeling Dewott into the operating theatre.
…...
After hours of restless waiting Nurse Joy finally staggered into the waiting room grim faced.
"I'm sorry. Your pokemon died. Their was nothing we could do."
I felt numb. To shocked to speak. I just sat there, staring into space as my Dewott, the first pokemon I ever had, I had evolved it from Oshawott and spent so much time with it... was gone.
…...
Tears streamed out of my red eyes as I remembered this, my little black body started shaking with sobs.
If only I'd brought a antidote. Maybe my Dewott would've evolved into a Samurott, maybe me and my pokemon could've deafeted the Elite Four and Champion together.
I brought my tail up, stared into the mask of the person I had been...
...and cried.
Yamask pokedex info: Each of them carries a mask that used to be its face when it was human. Sometimes they look at it and cry.