Chapter IV

Gary looked out the window of Daisy's car, feeling sick. He'd close his eyes, but that would only make it worse. The moment he had set foot in the car, he had felt nauseous, the reaction probably stemming from his accident. Daisy looked in the rearview mirror at him, frowning, and her eyes brimming in concern for her younger brother.

"Gary, are you going to be okay?" She asked, hitting the brakes slowly for his sake. Her brother nodded, closing his eyes momentarily. "Well, we're almost there, not much further to go!" She said cheerfully. Gary offered a half smile. He knew she would attribute it to his carsickness, but he knew it was something else. Ever since he had been given the news of his amnesia, he had found himself slipping into depression despite his best efforts.

A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the house he grew up in. He got out of the car shakily, moving away from it as fast as he could without falling. He leaned against the white fence that surrounded the front yard until Daisy had his wheelchair out to make it a little easier for him. When they made it to the door, he was able to walk inside to settle on the couch, Daisy apparently glad to have him home for her to care for as she went off humming to the kitchen and came back out with food. Gary sat quietly, head back, relaxing. It was good to sit somewhere other than a hospital bed. He gazed up at the ceiling, picking out small designs in the texture here and there, thanking Daisy as she placed the food in front of him. He picked at it a little, but he finished the food, and then somehow made it upstairs to his bed, passing out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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The next few weeks passed slowly, Gary not able to do much, only working on getting stronger. The therapist stopped by once a week, saying his improvement was extraordinary for his level of injury in the months since his accident; physically anyway. Gary knew his mental state wasn't where it should be. He slowly began to fill the gaps in his memory before the accident; how to do simple tasks or remembering where he placed something.

He continued to have nightmares, and began to keep a journal, jotting these down along with his confused thoughts, and just documenting his everyday experiences. How long he was able to stay awake, how well he was able to concentrate, etc.

After several weeks home, he got his first confirmation that he wasn't insane.

He was outside with Umbreon, the pokémon so very glad to have his trainer back, both sunning in the late afternoon. He smiled down at his Number One and stroked his warm black fur. Umbreon opened his eyes lazily, looking up at him.

"You remember, don't you?" He asked, scratching an ear. "My white Eevee, you remember her, right?" He asked, smiling sadly. He blinked as Umbreon gazed up at him, and he knew he was trying to tell him something, but could only nod his head. There was so much more to it and Gary sat staring at the fox for a long time, desperately wanting to know the story in those dark eyes. Umbreon stood on his lap, front paws on his shoulder and licked his cheek, making Gary smile.

"Alright, I'm okay." He smiled, roughing with the little pokemon. "I just wish I knew more…" Umbreon clambered up over and around his shoulders, snuffling about his hair. He smiled, patting the pokémon's head and looked out over the fences, blinking as he saw someone watching him. It was one of the women from around town, who seemed to visit quite a bit now. Daisy had mentioned that it was more than before. The woman paused, as if she had been caught when she shouldn't have. She waved hesitantly, and he raised a hand in reply. After a while longer of lounging in the sun, the air began to cool and he stood with the help of a cane, leaning heavily on it as he slowly made his way back to the house.

Out in the pokémon pastures, the woman sighed. He didn't seem to suspect she had been watching him. She had been; making sure he was alright. Though admittedly she was volunteering at the lab helping the professor with caring for the pokemon he housed.

"Honesty," She jumped, feeling like she had been caught, and looked to her left.

"Justice, you scared me." She hissed, clutching her chest. He laughed a little.

"Sorry. He almost saw me myself. He seems alright." He leaned against the fence watching Gary walk back to the house. Honesty shook her head.

"I don't know. I'm a mother, Justice, something isn't right. He's hiding something from the others, from himself. He isn't the same person he used to be, he's buried that man." She said as the door shut to the Oak's home. Justice scuffed his foot on the ground, tapping the fence post.

"He'll come around. He's only just started to heal." He said. Honestly sighed.

"I hope your right. Anyways, I have to go; the kids get done with practice in fifteen minutes." She said, smiling.

"I'll be in touch." Justice said. She nodded, they shook hands, and parted ways.

Author's Note: Going to see more of these people :) Hope i'm fabricating this story well.