#009 Blastoise
Blastoise, the shellfish Pokémon. The final evolution of Squirtle and the evolved form of Wartortle. The powerful cannons on this Pokémon's back are capable of producing water blasts that can pierce steel and concrete. Blastoise deliberately makes itself heavy to withstand these powerful blasts, and it will crush its opponents with its bulk. Blastoise can take the role of a leader in large groups of Squirtle and Wartortle. Its preferred habitat seems to be freshwater ponds and lakes – Nurse Evergreen.
"Excuse me!" A male voice called out, causing Isabelle to look around. A young man with wild brown hair approached her. They were in a small local Pokémon centre where Isabelle had stopped to accept a desk shift to earn some money for on the road.
"How can I help you?" Izzy asked, turning to face the man who was about her age. She already opened the programs necessary to register a Pokémon into the centre who needed medical attention
"You're a nurse, right. Nurse Isabelle?"
Isabelle blinked. "Yes, I am. Have you heard of me?"
The young man smiled and nodded in response to her question. "I have! Your blog has become quite popular among trainers. I'm quite honoured to meet the only travelling nurse in the world!"
Isabelle smiled bashfully, bowing her head to let the bangs done up hair to fall in her face and hide her blush a little. "The pleasure is all mine. How can I help you?"
In answer to that, the trainer pulled two Pokéballs from his belt. "My name is Gary. Gary Oak. Could you look at my Pokémon for me? They're not hurt or anything! I'd just like them checked up to make sure they're in great physical condition. You see, I just adopted a new member and I'd like to confirm she's doing well. The other is one of my best."
"Sure! No problem. Show me the first one." Isabelle said, standing up and getting out of the desk area for some more room. Briefly she prepared herself mentally for whatever may come.
The first Pokémon was a Blastoise. The water-type was nearly as tall as Izzy herself was but twice as broad, easily. With a focused mind, the young nurse went to work. She checked his teeth and ears for how clean they were. She checked his water spouts to see if they could extend and withdraw properly. She even made the Blastoise trickle a tiny bit of water to listen for any clogs in his spouts.
"Perfectly fine. You've taken very good care of your Pokémon. Was this your starter? Blastoise seems very fond of you," Isabelle praised, which Blastoise confirmed with a long, slow "blaaaaas".
"He was. We've been through a lot together. Now, I've adopted a Pokémon from a Pokémon centre. Nurse Joy said she could not be returned to the wild because her group had abandoned her, so she had stuck around the centre. I came by and saw her training outside. Feisty thing, she is. That's what sparked my interest in the first place. Blastoise and I went to her and offered to spar with her since that would be much better training. Anyway, here she is. The newest member of my team," Gary said, opening his second Pokéball.
A Charmeleon came out in a bright light, one that seemed familiar to Isabelle. She looked much better now but Izzy was rather sure she knew this fire-type.
"Did you, by any chance, find this Charmeleon at Cinnabar island?" Isabelle asked, just to be sure.
"Yes. Why?" Gary said.
"I believe that I know this one. I saved her life when I was there. Hey there, Charmeleon. Remember me?" Isabelle asked, lowering her head a bit to get closer to the Pokémon that came to about her waist.
Narrow green eyes looked at the nurse. The female Pokémon took a deep sniff and then launched herself at Isabelle, wrapping herself in a rather violent hug, knocking her off her feet. With a ruffle of skirts, both of them landed on the floor with her back against the reception desk.
"It seems she does," Isabelle said breathlessly, stroking over Charmeleon's head. "I am so pleased to see you have survived. How are you feeling now? How's Mr Oak treating you?" Charmeleon answered in her own language, but her new-found joy in life was easy to recognise.
"No way! Is this the Charmeleon from your blog? I read all about it, of course, but I expected it to have returned to their pack. To think I have one of Nurse Isabelle's rescued Pokémon. Awesome!" Gary's excitement made her fiddle with her hair, bashfully. She had not expected to be recognised or admired. She simply wrote to keep a diary for herself and provided info for any rangers or nurses that may be interested in the cases.
"Don't worry about a thing, Mr Oak. Your Charmeleon is perfectly okay." Isabelle told the brown-haired young man with a stunning smile.
