Sorry for being gone so long on here. I haven't been on since the end of April.

But never fear, with school having ended weeks ago and my small progress on this chapter, it is here!

I know a LOT of people were and probably still are anxious to get and read this chapter and I am REALLY sorry for that!

Haha anyways I hope you still will enjoy this, even though this chapter is very lacking at the end...

The Father's POV:

Never once, have I neglected the fact of getting their late mother pregnant with them. They meant the world to me. They were my pride and joy. I... I never wanted to leave them. As the severely depressed father I was then, I wanted them out of my sight. Especially Cress. The poor young boy of mine reminded me quite too sharply of my late wife. I was a widower. I was left behind by my beloved.

I subconsciously hated my three boys. Tho I didn't mean it. I honored each and every differences they had. From Cilan's eyes being different than his brothers, to Chili have my short temper. I love to see the flaws in everyone I see; In a good way, not bad. It was what shaped my opinions about people, but not what built me to hate them. Which brings me to mentioning that I didn't hate Cress for inheriting most of his mother's traits and personality.

Cilan was the first one of the three I met, making him the proclaimed "oldest" of my sons. His wail was soft, but like all newborns, awfully strange. Nothing in particular caught my eye when he landed in my arms before my wife dived into more pushing for the next infant.

In just 58 seconds, out came Cress. His wail was even softer than Cilan's, but really loud and traumatizing to me. Compared to Cilan, he was squirming an awful lot. His small hands balled into fists, punching at the air. Again, nothing strange in particular about him, except I had a feeling that Cress would be a sensitive child in years to come.

That's when it appealed to me that my wife might not make it. I encouraged her to push with all her might and that she was going to make it. That wasn't the first lie I told her.

Chili came out 90 seconds after Cress, due to my wife slowly leaving this world we live in. Chili's wail was loud and absolutely heartbreaking, which I knew was going to make it even harder to raise him, let alone the other two.

After my wife passed right in front of me and the doctors examined my newborn triplets, I said my deepest farewell to my now gone wife. I left the room, feeling so shaken, I wasn't even crying. The heat flowing out of my broken heart dried up all the tears inside of me, leaving my eyes irritated.

Cilan, Cress, and Chili were all in a row in front of me in the nursery, in order of who came out first. Their wails still sounded louder than ever, for they knew their mother was no longer here with us. Cress cried the most heartbreaking, Cilan cried softly, but very hurtful, and Chili sounded like he was just screaming. It hurt me to see them like that because I could nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And here I am, finally, by my injured son's bedside after reluctantly deciding to come. I thought it wasn't too bad, for people usually fuss over anything and everything a gym leader does. But some feeling in my heart told me it wasn't just another riot going around the Unova region.

My son really needed me. He really did.

I feel so bad now for not coming sooner, on the first notice. This just shows how good of a parent I am to all the doctors and nurses and Cilan's friends. Even a friend from a different region got here before me, and I live in the same region as my son.

I no longer feel the loss of my wife. I feel the loss of a strong relationship I once had with my sons. I wish, dream to get it back, but that's all I can do.

I have abandoned my duty and it has abandoned me.

*transmission*

"Father!" Cilan cried out to him, almost like a scream. "Father, it's you!" He began to weep heavy and loudly, his gasps and weeps filling up the empty space in the room.

Tear were brought to their father's eyes at the sound of Cilan's cries of joy. Though his son was crying heavily, he knew it was a happy cry. He saw it on his face; his smile was a giveaway. It almost brought him to tears as Cilan's wails as a newborn infant came into memory. Beautiful, yet purely painful.

Cilan continued to weep happily, the sound of it echoing throughout the room and everyone's minds. To their father, it seemed as if it was the only thing he could hear; no machine beeps, no outer noise, just his son's wails.

This slightly reminded him of the day Cilan was born. The sound of his gentle wails filling his atmosphere as he came out of his mother. He had held him close to himself, taking in his wails before the doctors took him back to examine.

The father gave a gentle smile and walked peacefully over to Cilan's bedside, taking in the moment. He hasn't been around Cilan since he was 14 and now he was 17. Even though he was severely injured, he could tell that his son had grown older.

Cilan stretched out his arms to his father, just like when he was a newborn baby. Just like when he first opened his bright green eyes and his father noticed his difference from his brothers. His father pulled his son into his arms, being gentle to not hurt his arm. He took notice that it was cover with bandages all over, like a patched up blanket.

"You finally came, Father..." Cress whispered tender and gently as Cilan's crying ceased to soft hiccups. Cilan just laid comfortably in their father's arms, resting with his eyes closed. He looked as if he was dozing off one more, like he was moments before all the visitors came in.

Then it hit Cress.

"Yes I did," Their father replied, not noticing Cress's thinking look on his face. He closed himself out of the conversation by closing his eyes that made him look angry, but he really wasn't. "I couldn't just leave my son alone like this, when he needs me the most..."

"Father..." Cilan responded, chocking on tears. He wrapped his arms around his father as best as he could without causing himself pain. Their father squeezed Cilan in a tight, yet gentle hug. Tears were rolling down his own cheeks as he heard his son's weeping and breathing close by. Cilan squeezed his father tighter, as if it would be any looser, he'd lose him.

Chili looked away from his brother and father and up at Cress just when he opened his eyes again. Cress looked at him once, and then glanced back at the ground.

"Cress?" Chili asked his brother confusingly, curious about what he was thinking about.

"Cilan's allergic." Cress finally spoke, everyone's eyes on him now. He finally figured it out.

"Huh?" Cilan responded sheepishly. He was just starting to dose off, his pale green eyes half opened to the room.

"Father, is Cilan allergic to anything?" Cress looked up to his father, asking him. He thinks he has it. He's onto something.

"Uh wouldn't it be in the medical records?" The father questioned Cress's reasoning thoughtfully. "Because he is..."

"It would only be in there if you told us," Chili told him, saying the first thoughtful thing today so far. Chili had been off himself lately too, not only from Cilan's tragedy, but confusion too.

"I didn't tell you was allergic because I didn't think would come this far," the father told them, his head a little down. It seemed he was a little guilty about not telling them.

"Well what is he allergic to?" Chili asked him, getting a little impatient with him. The sooner they found out, the sooner they could tell the doctor and get the issue fixed.

The father gave a heaved sighed as he tried to remember what it was. "Boys it's been 4 years since I've last had to deal with your medical records and bills," he told them, sounding even more guilty. He rubbed his hand on his forehead, then scratched his eyebrow slowly. "I'd probably have to see the ingredients of all the medicine to remember it."

Everyone was silent, even though they should probably be rushing to find the doctor and talk about it. But Chili looked up at Cress, who was back to his thinking look from moments ago.

"What makes you think he's allergic to... Whatever he's being given, Cress?" Chili asked Cress, the one most confused out of all of them. None of them knew exactly what Cress was onto, only that he suspected something other wrong with Cilan.

Cress looked back up, mainly at Chili, looking annoyed. He thought everyone already knew it. Wasn't it oblivious?

"Haven't you noticed how drowsy Cilan is whenever someone visits him?" Cress asked, getting a little anxious and ambitious to tell them his reasoning. "And it's almost always after the time the doctors replenish his pain killer!"

Everyone was quite, processing the whole thing in their minds, before someone spoke.

"Cilan's allergic to the pain killer," the father said first, cutting off Chili's response. "And it's making him drowsy almost all the time."

"Do you think it could be something else?" Cilan asked, still a little sleepy. He glanced his green eyes over to the racks of his IVs with little movement of his head. He took a quick glance at everything before turning slowly back to his brothers and father.

"Unless the blood you've been given has something you are allergic to in it, then no," Cress said, assuming he was right for sure. But for his brother's safety and health, he tried his best to convince himself he wasn't. He could be wrong; he could be going the other direction.

"Well, then let's go tell the doctor!" Their father said, bring his old joyfulness back all of a sudden. He used to be so happy when their mother was pregnant with the three of them. Naming them was the most memorable.

*flashback*

"So, what are we going to name them?"

"Hmm... How about that one that's oh so sweet to you is..."

"You mean this one down in the center?"

"Yes, and we should name him Cilan, as in cilantro. He gives you only soft kicks and nothing more."

"What about the quiet one? The one in the back?"

"Oh his silence is worrying me... But I believe Cress would be a perfect name for him... Peaceful, don't you think? Like water cress..."

"Yes. And what about this very rough one, up in the front right here?"

"Oh I decided that one right when he started kicking! His name should be Chili. He gets really fired up inside of you for no good reason sometimes!" *chuckles* "Chili's a perfect name for him!"

"Those are wonderful names... I think we should use them... For our three beautiful triplet sons..."

"Cilan, Cress and Chili..."

*flashback end*

"Father?" Cress, his son, snapped him out of his own world. "Come on. Let's go find the doctor." He reached out his hand to his father. Suddenly, it reminded his father of when he was just a newborn infant. When Cress would just not stop wailing about nothing.

"Father!" Chili exclaimed, trying to snap him out once again. "Something wrong?" Chili said as Cress put his hand down and blinked confusingly. He gave his father the eyes he inherited from his mother.

"Uh, yes! Of course!"

*transition*

"Hmmm... It does look like he's allergic to morphine..."

Everyone looked at the doctor examining Cilan and his vague symptoms. Cress was in fact right. Cilan was allergic to something in the morphine and it was making him drowsy, just like he suspected.

The doctor turned to Cilan's small, broken family with a thinking look. They looked at him, thinking about what to do with Cilan's case. It was the pain killer that was need to be removed, but the doctor feared Cilan'a reaction to the pain returning. Nobody takes it well anyways.

"I have to take out the IV that's giving him the morphine, wait till the effects wear off, then-" the doctor began to tell them his plan out loud.

"Wait," Cilan interrupted the doctor quickly after hearing this. "So I'm going to feel the pain again...?!" He sounded panicked as he look from each of his brothers, his father, then back to the doctor again.

Their father got close to Cilan and lightly held his son's hand. "Yes," he told him the truth in the most calm way possible. "But it'll be fine... Let the doctor continue..." He stroked Cilan's grass-like hair.

Cilan hesitatingly looked to his brothers, who nodded, before calming down a little. He looked at the doctor to continue.

"After the effects of the morphine wear off, I will come in with an alternate pain killer that I'm positive will be the better choice for Cilan." The doctor finished his solution. "But I'll do it tomorrow morning, so Cilan can rest up a bit." He flashed Cilan one of those doctor smiles and looked to the father.

Cress rolled his eyes, obliviously not going to let the doctor think he was the best. "But wasn't be drowsy to begin with?" He asked the doctor skeptically. He wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, so he flashed one of his waiter smiles. It looked slightly more mischievous than it should have because of his one covered eye.

The doctor didn't blink an eyelash. "Well he would fall asleep faster with the drowsiness, I have you know..." He closed his eyes and chuckled, trying to be classy.

Cress knows how to deal with this. "And I have you know he's my triplet brother, so I am certain I know his sleep patterns better than you do..." He gave a slightly dark smile, his eyes half open. He turned slowly to Chili and their father.

"Shall we go?" Cress said quietly, leaving the doctor shocked and speechless. He stood there, not knowing what to do next. He was out of comebacks. Chili and their father looked at Cress, quite shocked and confused.

"Uh, okay..." Chili reluctantly replied to Cress, a red eyebrow raised. He didn't want to question Cress's current mood.

"Okay, okay, Cress!" Their father said, a little timid. He hasn't been around this at all since he's known Cress. "Let me just say goodbye to your brother..." He walked softly, yet quickly to Cilan's bedside.

Cilan was already starting to doze off, so he lightly touched his shoulder. "Goodnight Cilan..." He softly told his son and leaned close to him. He stared into his son's odd, yet gleaming green eyes. They were half open, so it looked to the father as if he was a newborn again. He stroked the side of Cilan's head, feeling his grass-like hair on his hand. He smiled lightly as Cilan touched his back, wanting to be close to his father. "Papa loves Cilan..." He spoke softly, so only Cilan could hear.

After hearing those words from his father, Cilan fell calming asleep.

*transition*

"So," their father said with a little more high hopes than he had moments ago. "How's my sons' gym going?" He wrapped both of his arms around Chili and Cress as they walked together down the hallway.

"Good, father."

"Amazing, dad!"

"That's good to hear," the father said, looking at his two sons. Even though he wasn't here to have seen them progress through being gym leaders, he was certainly proud of them. He was sure that they'd made good enough progress to keep their positions and carry on the family tradition. He himself was once gym leader, but not with any brothers like they were. He was an only child.

As they turned the corner to the elevators, Ash and Iris were standing there, talking to Ingo and Emmet. They seemed to have engaged in a conversation while waiting for Cress and Chili.

"Oh, Ash!" Chili called out to Cilan's old traveling companions. "Iris!" He rushed over to them.

"Hey Ingo!" Cress added to Chili's greeting. "Emmet!" He too dashed over to the two brothers after Chili. The father just stood there, not knowing who these other people were. He suspected they were friends of his sons, so he questionably followed after Cress shortly.

"Where have you been?!" Ash asked Cress and Chili, quite angry about having to wait. He had his arms crossed and was giving them a pouty face.

"Ash!" Iris hissed at him, glaring him down. "Don't be such a little kid! They obviously were visiting Cilan!" She knocked him on the back of his head, but being careful not to hurt him and start a fight. Ash flinched and lamely rubbed the back of his head.

"Thanks for watching over them for us," Cress turned to Ingo and Emmet with an awkward smile. "I guess..." He gave a quiet laugh as the brothers smiled at him.

"No problem," Ingo said in a friendly tone. Ash and Iris were quietly bickering with each other about who was the most immature out of them two.

Emmet looked away from Cress and his eyes met with the triplets' father. "Who's this, Cress?" He questioned Cress wonderingly, keeping his eyes on the oranged-haired father.

Cress confusingly turned to his father and his face lit up. "Oh, this is my father," Cress told him, looking into his father's green eyes. They looked sharply like Cilan's, making him sad a little. He wanted to see Cilan right now so bad, it hurt to look at their father.

Ash, Iris, Ingo, and Chili had turned to look too. Chili smiled at the sight of his father. He was glad his father had came to visit them after all these years without him. Chili missed him the most, due to being so attached to him as an infant till he and his brothers became gym leaders.

"Father," Cress said to him, looking him deeply in the eyes before turning to look at the four friends. "This is Ash, Iris, Ingo, and Emmet." The four of them smiled and waved.

"Ash and I traveled together with Cilan throughout the Unova region and beyond!"

"We are the Subway Bosses of the Nimbasa subway. Cilan is a huge fan of trains."

"Oh, more than just a fan..."

"Emmet..."

The trio's father chuckled as Ingo scolded his light headed twin brother. "Well, I guess my sons and I will be on our way to there place," he said politely, some slight inheritance Cress had gotten. "It was nice meeting you,"

"Oh Ash and Iris are already staying with us," Cress told his father, thinking it would be best to bring that up now other than later.

"Oh," The father said, expecting to get the whole guest room to himself. He knew what the gym looked like when he left, but it most likely changed up a bit. He then chuckled. "Looks like I've gotten my hands on an unexpected babysitting job..." He looked at Cress and Chili, who also had started to snicker about it.

"Hey!"

"We're not little kids!"

"Heh," the father snorted as he approached Ash. "I've always wanted a rascal like you," He knocked off Ash's hat and ruffled his hair. He pouted as the father walked away, towards the open elevator.

Chili bent down and picked up Ash's cap and put it on his head. Not exactly neatly, but at least it wasn't on the ground anymore. "He's nicer than you probably think he is," He chuckled as Ash looked up at him with his brown eyes. "Trust me,"

"Oh alright," Ash mumbled awkwardly and turned his head to the elevator doors. Cress, Iris, and the Subway masters were following the ambitious father into the elevator. Ingo told him which floor him and Emmet were getting off at, which means they were staying at the hospital. "If you say so..."

Chili put his hands on Ash's shoulders and urged him into the elevator. "Now let's get back to the gym, little rascal!" Chili sneered a joke.

"Hey! Don't you start calling me that, Chili!"

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