It was right as the tip of Scolipede's tail was near her throat, expanding, the girl saw her one glimmer of hope. The person who shouted was behind the Scolipede, fatigued and sweating everywhere in his bodies pores. The girl had never been so relieved yet so embarrassed seeing a man; he came before
her death bed.

" Just you—ack-wait and I'll-ack-take care of…."

" This guy is so uncool."

Patrick's legs were wobbly and his head was feeling nauseous. Patrick would've collapsed from his fatigue. Patrick was used too feeling deprived, from his body and not just his wealth, but the pain Patrick was feeling was too excruciating for him too sympathize.

The Scolipede took an interest with Patrick as it moved over to him. Using it's antennas, the Scolipede probed Patrick and checked his belongs: map, Poké Ball, Pokédex, Potion, and slightly opened energy bars. Seeing no useful valuable aspects in him, the Scolipede returned its attention to the girl, but stopped after feeling a slight tug on its leg.

" Don't-hurt-her," Patrick said in an aggressive yet calm tone.

The Scolipede however wasn't mused by Patrick's fanatic, gentle heroics. Swaying its tail, lifting it off the ground, the grown Scolipede attempted to
pry Patrick of its tail. Instead of falling off, Patrick simply latched onto the Scolipede's tail and squeezed it like a child would hug its teddy bear.

The girl couldn't help but marvel at Patrick's brave heroics. Her eyes twinkled as he continued to squeeze it; his arms were like sap glued onto the bark of a
tree, and she was simply awestrucked watching him.

Patrick had been able to brute use force, but he was squeamish by the foul odor of poisonous gas seeping out from the Scolipede's tail. As he was rapt by the
sting of Scolipede's nasty odor, his eyes and ears stinging like a Beedrill stinged them both, he was vulnerable and was launched into the tree where the
blue haired girl and the Azurill were resting.

" Ahhhhhh!" The blue haired girl screamed as Patrick landed on top of her.

Patrick was cushioned from his fall by landing on the girls' chest—too bad he landed on her chest. The first thing Patrick's arms felt were the girls' breasts. They were squishy, soft, and rapturing. Patrick shuddered at the feel, latched off, and gave his most sincere apology. He knelled down, his hands touching the ground with his head between his arms like a stray Mightyena, and
tears trickling from his eyes like a Weepinbell.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The girl however wasn't so forgiven. Her cheeks were tinted red from her embarrassment, tried guising by being seemingly angry, but she was so embarrassed she couldn't even stand looking into Patrick's gelid yet kind eyes.

" You shouldn't have come here, idiot," the girl said in a cold, saucy voice. " Now he's going to kill both of us."

Patrick had enough groveling and stood up. Acting like a gentlemen, repenting for his vile acts, Patrick smiled and raised a friendly hand out for the girl to grab. " Let's be friends."

The girl however smacked Patrick's hand away. The pain was short, livid and had hit Patrick's dorsal metacarpal; the dorsal venous arch of his hand. What was most chilling to Patrick was her furious eyes staring into Patrick's indignant eyes—the eyes of a woman intending to kill.

Just as Patrick was sure the girl would kill him, a petite blue creature bounced off her, jumped in the air and was caught by Patrick. In Patrick's arms, the creature seemed elated to be in Patrick's arms and curled up like a Cyndaquil resting by a fire.

" Your Pokémon seems to be very tired," Patrick said while cradling the petite Azurill. " Has it been eating well?"

"Beats me. It's not my Pokémon; it's some wild Pokémon that I found wandering around in the forest. You can catch it if you want; I don't want it." The atmosphere became cold for Patrick again as the girl gave him another Evil Eye. " But I don't know if it would like a perverted Trainer like YOU!

"OI. She really hates my guts." The miasma of the Scolipede's poisonous breath awakened Patrick from his thoughts. Looking at the Scolipede, peering at its small, beady yellow eyes, Patrick could see rage dwelled up inside of it. " This Scolipede's under great pain."

" No duh." The girl scoffed as she snickered under her breath.

" Do you know if this Azurill could've done anything to disrupt this Scolipede?"

" Maybe. I found it goofing off on tree branches. But I didn't see a Scolipde until it NEARLY KILLED ME!"

" Hmmm. I think I might have an idea how to stop this Scolipede."

" You do?" The girl said with her eyes sparkling like stars in the dark, illustrious sky. " Go get'em, handsome."

" Oh sure, now she calls me 'handsome' after I promise to help her." Patrick nonetheless was willing to save a lost cause, and to repent for touching that soul's body. Patrick walked up to the Scolipede, stopped midway between the Scolipede and the girl, then smiled tilting his head up at it.

" Um, what do you call a Miltank who gets stinged by a Beedrill three miles from a Miltank Farm? A Chafe."

Lamenting her friendly smile, a prodigious angry face spread on her head, and she shouted louder than a Camerupt unleashing an Eruption attack, " MORON!"

Seeing the girls' anger was the least of Patrick's sorrow as the Scolipede skewed its tail and whacked it straight into Patrick's back. Patrick was launched by the tail and fell too where the girl was sitting, again. However, the girl learned from Patrick's last blunder and stood up just in time, as Patrick crashed on the ground.

" This Scolipede's really angry," Patrick mumbled with his head planted on the ground.

" No duh, idiot. Even a halfwit knows that Scolipede's are aggressive Pokémon who get angry with even the littlest bungle, and never forgive the people who cause them grief. I guess you're even dumber than a halfwit."

" She seemed so much nicer from afar. Vanity really is a pain to deal with."

Azurill was concerned over Patrick's safety and hopped on him. Azurill continued to hop, its small blue ball attached to its zigzag tail jumping up and crashing down on Patrick's spine, Patrick limply stood back up. As soon as he was standing, the Azurill blew multiple bubbles from its mouth that relinquished his comatose of state.

Patrick weakly smiled, he was as languid as a full grown Snorlax with stubby feet, and could only stand with the amenity of the petite, adorable Azurill rubbing its soft, milky blue skin on his face.

" Thanks, I needed that." One step at a time, moving one muscle at a time, Patrick slowly walked over to the Scolipede so he could reason with it.

" He's just such an idiot," the girl continued to think as she stared at the weary Patrick. " He's just going to get himself killed. And I can't help him because I'm on probation from using my Pokémon."