Hugs…

Silver trudged through the forest, preoccupied with his internal dilemma. He wasn't entirely sure where he stood on the whole issue of 'hugs'. They seemed utterly pointless and weak- no one gained anything by participating in a hug, and they were only done by softies who believed in loving one another. Ugh. Yet the facts remained what they were. Silver thought it might be helpful to sort out his current dilemma by listing these facts.

Fact #1: A hug involves two people wrapping their arms around each other for a bit.

Fact #2: Hugs are stupid and weak and overly emotional.

Fact #3: Mica had hugged him.

Fact #4: He hadn't shoved, smacked, kicked, or cussed out the girl for doing so.

Fact #5: Mica had hugged him for no apparent reason, and offered no explanation for her action.

Fact #6: Mica was possibly faintly insane. She was also his rival.

"This is stupid," he muttered to himself. He shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders, still trying to create a rational explanation for what had happened. After a while he stopped and, deciding that he didn't want to run into anybody while walking on the path, clambered up into a nearby tree to sulk on one of the middle branches.

Now, Silver's mind was a deep and fathomless place. He considered it a place of such cold hard logic that Silver himself could occasionally not follow what his mind was telling him. It was his pride, his essential tool of survival, his source of internal strength. And after about twenty minutes of serious brainstorming it gave him two possibilities for why Mica had embraced him.

Okay… he thought, trying to pull the leftover mess from his brainstorm together. So…either Mica was trying to screw with my head by acting just as illogical as always, but with a new twist, or…

Or she's dumber and crazier than I thought and has developed some kind of weird affection for me.

This second option disturbed Silver slightly, and he took a moment to ponder it.

Well…Mica is a girl. Isn't that something girls are known for? Being all affectionate and loving and motherly and such. I wonder if my mother was like that… Silver shook his head, focusing on the problem at hand before his mind drifted off into one if the many danger zones that were in his head. Mica does have that stupid 'let's love pokemon and be weak together!' attitude. And she's pretty ditzy…that's another girly trait. Probably.

Silver watched a leaf flutter down from a branch above, twisting and spinning as it went. It looked rather chewed on, and soon a few more leaves followed it. Silver looked up, and noticed for the first time that he was being carefully watched by a weedle perched higher up in the tree.

"What are you looking at?" Silver snapped. The weedle promptly went back for searching for the perfect leaf, something that consumed his entire waking moments. Silver fell back into his ponder, trying to remember what he had been thinking about before.

Right…Mica's girliness. He tried to think of other traits that he knew Mica possessed that proved her weak and girly nature. And then, unexpectedly and totally unasked for, he was reminded of the smell of soap that lingered on Mica's skin.

His mind assaulted him with images of how Mica acquired that scent by using that soap, every morning. In the shower. Most likely naked.

Well, it was definitely a 'girly' image. Or feminine, at least. Not to mention very distracting.

It was another ten minutes before Silver was interrupted from his thoughts by Ben, who was yelling "Silver!" over and over for all to hear.

Ack. Silver jerked himself out of his contemplation, trying to remember what led him to such thoughts. It had something to do with Mica and girliness. Hugging also seemed to have led to something.

Girls are weaklings! Was his last irritated thought before he jumped out of the tree and landed about five feet from Ben, who jumped a little bit and then cracked a huge grin.

"There you are!" Ben greeted him happily. Pichu was sitting on Ben's shoulder, leaning against his head and lazily strumming on his ukulele. Silver could almost see him chewing on a piece of straw as he did so. "Hey, you okay? You look all weird and red-faced."

"I'm fine," Silver snapped, quickly shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Okay!" Ben chirped, unfazed by Silver's odd behaviour. Most of Silver's behaviour was odd anyway. "C'mon, I need to show you the Union."

Silver was expecting him to grab his arm and rush off, and was already preparing a string of curses and a fist for such a scenario. However, Ben simply walked purposefully ahead, assuming that Silver would follow. After all, what else did he have to do? The only way to get back to Johto was by boat, and he'd have to visit Pueltown to do so. Which was on the way to the Union, so for now there really was nothing Silver could do but either wait where he was or follow.

Ben would never broach the subject, and Silver would never admit it out loud, but if it was possible to pit brains against one another in a battle of logic, Ben's would wipe the floor with Silver's. As anyone who had followed the two boys' previous thought lines could attest to.

So Silver simply scowled and followed, trying very hard not to remember what his- rather illogical- thoughts had been moments before.

"Honey, I'm afraid I have some bad news," Janice told Mica as she greeted Horatio and started dishing out his reward. A while before, after she had left Silver, Mica had meandered slowly up to the school. The first thing she did when she arrived was quickly dodge out of sight of her father, who was deep in conversation with Principle Lamont. Apparently, they hadn't realized the whole tauros ordeal had been taken care of.

The second thing she did was gather up as much pokemon-friendly sweets as she could and headed up to see Biv and Horatio, planning on giving them a nice little sweets feast for their hard work.

Her plan had half worked out. Horatio was currently sitting on the floor, a small band-aid on his head and stuffing his face with the treats. Biv, however, was still sitting on the paper-covered medical bed, with Janice and the school nurse beside her. She hadn't regained consciousness, and Mica could see the chip in her shell where Tauros had caught her.

"Bad news?" Mica asked nervously, her eyes darting between the worried face of Janice, the stern face of the school nurse, and her own fainted pokemon.

"You're going to have to take this clampearl to the hospital," the nurse told her briskly. "Her condition is very poor, and her shell is much too brittle for the level you claim she's at."

Mica could hear a faint accusation in the nurse's words, and it irritated her. "I wasn't lying about her level," she said, a touch angrily. "We trained loads back in Johto, and she helped me take down a gym leader's scyther." She didn't mention that Biv had been knocked out in the process. The point was she had participated in the battle and not chipped her shell or been all that hurt, really.

"That may be true," the nurse said, and cut off Mica as she opened her mouth to say that it was true, "but do you realize how hard a clampearl's shell is? It's their main point of protection, and it should have been much more resistant after using Iron Defence. Breaking the shell should have been near impossible, especially with a single tackle. She hasn't been nourished properly, and now she's hurt because of it. There's something seriously wrong with this clampearl. You need to take her to the hospital."

"She's right, sweetie," Janice told her quietly. "The most Biv should have gotten from that was a scratch. I suggest you leave now- I'll explain to your father why you left."

Mica nodded silently and returned Biv to her pokeball. Janice gave her directions to the hospital in Pueltown, which was about a twenty minute bus ride away from Vientown. Mica nodded mutely, not bothering to point out that she already knew where the hospital was, and how to get to Vientown. She beckoned for Horatio, who had paused in his little feast to listen, to follow her as she left. She made it about halfway across the grounds before the tears started coming. She was ten feet from the front gates when quiet sobs wracked her body.

"Lavaaa," Horatio said, reaching up to try and comfort her. She bent down and scooped the pokemon into her arms, despite his awkward size. She cradled him into her chest as he tried to comfort her by nuzzling her neck and stroking her face.

The images of Biv laying unconscious on the bed, of the nurse's accusatory face, and of her pokemon getting rammed head on by tauros after she sent her into battle kept flashing in her mind. Silver was right- she shouldn't have sent Biv out to battle Tauros, she should've trained more, she should've paid more attention to her pokemon's condition…

She shouldn't have let her pokemon get so hurt. That was the bottom line. But she had. She had failed Biv as a trainer, and now she would likely be spending another night in the hospital, though not as the patient this time. She would have to face the wrath of her father when she got back and he found out that not only had she left without his permission, but she had captured that destructive tauros that had torn up the grounds.

A leaf fluttered down and landed on her head. She swiped it away without thinking, assuming that it had simply fallen off its tree. She didn't realize that a busy weedle had noticed the crying girl, and tried to offer her a form of comfort. It wasn't the perfect leaf that he had been searching for, but it was pretty dang nice. Much higher quality than most leaves. As such, he was a little hurt that she had simply wiped it away without so much as a second glance. The redhead boy from earlier had also snapped at him, startling little weedle and breaking his focus. He had only just got it back when the girl had passed by underneath. Humans were mean.

When she was about ten minutes away from Vientown she started to try and get her crying under control. Her arms were getting tired, so she put Horatio down and wiped her eyes, taking a few shaky breaths. Her eyes were still slightly rimmed with red when she arrived, but it would have to do.

Mica found the bus station and sat down to wait, stroking Horatio as she did so. It didn't take long for the bus to rumble up, so she returned Horatio to his pokeball and hopped on board, absentmindedly paying the bus fare. She realized as she dug for the coins that she still had the chunk of Biv's shell in her pocket.

Maybe they'll be able to glue it on somehow, she thought mildly. That would be the most convenient thing. Just glue the piece back on… tell Mica that it was a freak accident, that the nurse at the school was wrong, Biv's condition was fine. Must've been a really powerful tauros…

Though she knew it was highly unlikely it was a comforting thought. So she pretended like everything was fine, that when she got back she could blame the nurse for her disappearance…promise her father that she could easily tame the tauros. It would be fine. Everything would work out perfectly, just this one time.

It wasn't a very long bus ride- traffic was light, seeing as it was the middle of the day, and the trip only took fifteen minutes instead of the twenty that Janice had promised. She got off the bus and started wandering through the tidy streets of Pueltown towards the hospital.

She was so preoccupied with her own thoughts that she didn't even notice a certain classmate wandering along the street and heading towards her. He, however, noticed her.

"Mica?" Kellyn called out, surprised to see the girl. She looked up, startled, and managed a small smile and a wave in greeting. "Wow, did the Academy get so boring without me that you felt the need to run away?" He teased lightly as he got closer.

"Ha ha. Yup. That's it. What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to hide any quaver in her voice.

"My family just moved to Almia, and I was going to meet them at the docks before I headed back to school- this was the last day of my suspension."

"Oh yeah? Cool." She replied, praying that he wouldn't ask for her reason to be in Pueltown.

"Yeah, but their boat is late, so they won't be here till tomorrow…hey, you okay?" He asked, noticing for the first time the red rims around her eyes.

Damn it, she thought, knowing that as soon as he drew attention to her state, she would start bawling all over again.

"Biv is hurt. I'm taking her to the hospital," she said shortly, feeling the tears sting up in her eyes again. She looked straight ahead, and felt a strong desire to punch Kellyn as he fell in step beside her. That was not helping the whole 'let's not lose control in the middle of the street' plan.

"Oh," he replied shortly, wondering what he should be doing. He thought of Keith, and how he was always so casual and maintained physical contact in some small way when talking to girls. He hesitantly put his arm around Mica's shoulders. "What happened?"

Mica took a deep breath- the crying was coming again, she could feel it- and explained in a shaky voice about Tauros and Biv and how the nurse was a big fat meanie to her.

"But I did train her lots in Johto," Mica said between sobs. She had worked herself up into another crying jag, just like she knew she would. "She was real-ly st-strong…" she said, wailing slightly at the end. Though Mica couldn't see Kellyn's face, a passerby would have been very entertained by the sight of a girl crying uncontrollably under the arm of an extremely panicked-looking boy. This was way out of Kellyn's league. Kate never cried, not in front of him. Rhythmi once got a little teary, but Keith quickly took that one over. What the heck was he supposed to do? He settled for silently rubbing her arm.

Thankfully, they were about to reach the hospital, and Mica again went through the process of trying to get herself under control. As they were heading through the doors she noticed for the first time that Kellyn had his arm around her. When had that happened? Before she could think on it any further, he took it away and she approached the front desk.

"Umm, there's something really wrong with my clampearl. She needs an examination," she said hesitantly to the woman behind the desk. Without looking up from her computer screen, where she seemed to be playing solitaire, she handed Mica a form and spoke in a bored voice that implied she said this phrase many times a day.

"Please wait over there and fill this out. A doctor will see you shortly."

"Thanks," Mica mumbled, taking the sheet and heading over to one of the steel chairs that lined the waiting room. "You don't have to stay here. You should probably head back to the school," she said to Kellyn, who had followed Mica to the waiting room.

It was a tempting offer. No, it was a very tempting offer. Kellyn did not know how he was going to handle a distraught Mica, especially since he barely knew the girl. At some point he knew he would have to apologize for ripping her stitches when the bidoof had charged them, even though he still felt that it was hardly his fault. Not to mention he would be in a crapload of trouble if he didn't show up on time to the school on his first day back. And what if Kincaid came here to find her, and saw him with her? That promised to be a very unpleasant scene.

But he was a ranger, albeit an untrained and inexperienced one. It was his job to help people in need, despite how unpleasant the circumstances may be. And Mica most definitely needed someone, though there were probably people better than him to handle it. But he was the only one around, and he had no way of even knowing who these better people were, never mind contacting them.

Not to mention it wouldn't exactly help his plan to form some kind of relationship with Mica and get Keith off his back. He realized, somewhat indignantly, that this was probably an ideal time to endear himself to Mica. Especially since his first attempt ended in a complete failure.

So he sighed and told her that he would stay with her until she knew for sure what was going on with Biv. He tried not to sound at all reluctant about it, and mostly succeeded. He rather thought he came across sounding professional and dependable.

"Thanks," Mica muttered, somewhat confused. Her mind went back to when he placed his arm around her shoulders. What had that been about, anyway? It seemed a strange time to make a move on her…

No, that couldn't have been it. He was probably just trying to comfort her. Which was nice, if unasked for. She sighed, and began filling out the form handed to her.

She realized as she was doing this, with Kellyn sitting silently beside her, one hand awkwardly resting on her shoulder, that she knew next to nothing about Biv. She couldn't even answer half of the questions.

What region was your pokemon born in?

Was your pokemon ever traded, adopted, or imported from a foreign country?

How old is your pokemon?

Has your pokemon ever had an extreme illness or injury?

Does your pokemon have allergies?

Mica was feeling horribly inadequate as she wrote things like don't know, maybe and I don't think so for many of the questions. The only ones she was able to fill out properly were the ones asking of the nature of the pokemon's injury or sickness, and the behaviour of the pokemon prior to the incident. She hoped Kellyn wasn't reading this over her shoulder.

She realized she would have the exact same issue if something ever happened to Zefyre, which seemed likely given his injury and the promise of it reopening upon evolution. She didn't know too much more about Horatio. He was probably born in Almia, was fairly young, she thought, and was allergic to pecha berries- something that promised to be problematic when facing poison-types. Of course, she knew next to nothing about Tauros as well; probably born in Almia, maybe five years old? But that was just a random guess, based on his health and low amount of scars on his flank.

She promised herself that she would interrogate all of her pokemon with these questions when they got out of the hospital. Though how she would get the answers out of Tauros she wasn't exactly sure, since it was unlikely she would have learned to understand his speech already.

She considered calling Lucian for some real support and to let him know what had happened, but figured that might be seen as rude to Kellyn, who did seem to be trying very hard to comfort her. She would definitely call Lucian once she had more information about what happened with Biv though.

She sighed once she finished filling out the sheet and got up to hand it back in to the lady at the front desk. She then went back over to the waiting room and slumped back in her chair. Mica was inexplicably tired, and wished the doctor would hurry up and see them so they could get this whole ordeal over with. She hated not knowing what was going on. She needed to know what she had done wrong so that she could start fixing that flaw as soon as possible.

Kellyn, still unsure on if he should be speaking words of comfort or not, again placed his arm around Mica's shoulder. This whole situation was horribly uncomfortable.

His arm was…very warm, Mica noticed. The physical contact made her remember hugging Silver earlier, and his apparent pleasure in it. Though he would probably be even less helpful in this situation than Kellyn, she found herself wishing it was him sitting next to her instead. That would at least break the silence, and make the time pass faster.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, a nurse came in and told Mica that the doctor would see her now. She got up to follow the nurse out, and Kellyn fell in step silently beside her.

The doctor was an elderly man, with white hair and fluff on his chin which he probably thought resembled a beard. He had thick glasses and wore his pants up to nearly his armpits underneath the white lab coat. He was looking over the form Mica had filled out earlier with a concerned expression, and greeted her and Kellyn rather seriously when they walked in.

"So," he began in a serious voice, "it says here that your clampearl has a chipped shell, despite reaching full maturity and being at a rather decent level?"

"Yes, sir. Would you like to see her?" Mica said.

"Please." Doctor Arden, as his nametag identified him, motioned to the paper-covered bed behind him, apparently designed for small to medium sized pokemon. Mica released Biv onto the bed; she seemed to have regained consciousness during her rest. She opened her shell a crack and peaked around, taking note of the clean white walls of the room she was in before closing her shell.

Uh oh, she thought to herself. I know this scene…

Dr. Arden tapped and stroked various areas of her shell, putting particular pressure on the hinge at the back that allowed Biv to open and close her shell and the edges of the chipped part. Biv didn't seem to mind any of this, and did not express any sign of pain when he poked at her injury.

He tried to gently coax her shell open and, when she refused, asked Mica to try and convince her to open her shell.

"Biv, could you please open your shell?" Mica asked gently, stroking her pokemon. "For me?" Biv reluctantly opened her shell, and the doctor promised he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

He took a few swabs from various parts of the inside of her shell, and prodded and stroked around in the same manner that he had examined the outside of Biv's shell. Biv was none too impressed with this, and Mica suspected that she was resisting the urge to simple snap her shell shut on the man's hand. But she knew that this would happen eventually, and clamping the doctor would likely only lead to her being sedated anyway. So she tolerated it.

Once he finished with this he asked Mica if he could take a small blood sample from Biv for testing. Mica looked at Biv, who sighed slightly and made a sound that appeared to be an assent, and Mica told the doctor to go ahead.

The sample was, indeed, quite small. Though Mica assumed it had to be, considering Biv probably didn't have much blood to begin with. Dr. Arden left the room, promising that he would be back soon…he had an idea of what was wrong with Biv.

Mica sighed and went to sit beside Biv on the bed. For once, the clampearl did not instantly shut her shell as soon as she had the chance. She did stay stonily quiet though, refusing to acknowledge Mica's pats.

After about fifteen minutes, Dr. Arden came back in and sat down, asking Kellyn to leave as a matter of confidentiality. Kellyn, who had been watching the entire scene with an expression of concentration, nodded silently and left.

"Ms. Kincaid." Dr. Arden began. Biv, surprisingly, opened her shell all the way and tilted her head up in order to watch Mica's expression. "Your clampearl has a condition called Cellular Hyxlemia, also known as Kaslov's Curse, named after the researcher who discovered it. Have you heard of it?"

Mica slowly shook her head, though Biv, unnoticed by the two humans, nodded slightly, still observing Mica.

"Basically what it is is the opposite of pokerus, where a pokemon's cells reproduce at an astonishingly fast rate. Normally, when you train a pokemon, the physical exercise tears down muscles and causes the muscle cells to reproduce quickly and replace what was lost and then some, to make future workouts easier. Your clampearl's cells, however, go through the process of mitosis at a much slower rate, making it much harder to become stronger. It will also lose much of its health if not trained rigorously every other day. I assume that's what happened with your clampearl; left untrained and unnourished, it began losing its strength until it became as brittle as an extremely elderly clampearl."

"But I have been training her." Mica insisted. "Not 'rigorously every other day,' like you said- I haven't been able to this past little bit- but we did a bunch back in Johto. She couldn't have gone downhill that fast in just that little while!"

"Yes, I believe you," he said calmly. "Which brings me to my next point. You say here you found her on the beach, and assumed she had been abandoned by another trainer?" Mica nodded. "Well, there is medication that pokemon with Cellular Hyxlemia are supposed to take that helps speed up cellular mitosis somewhat. I believe your clampearl's previous owner likely had her on this medication in hopes of raising her like a normal pokemon. However, like I said, it only helps a little, and is more for speeding the healing process than training. And, like most medications, this one has the side effect of causing the body to become dependent on it. After she was abandoned, she stopped receiving this medication. She had likely been on it for quite a while, and once it was taken away so abruptly, she was worse off than before. So, even with regular training, her strength was deteriorating rapidly.

"If this deterioration continues, her body will eventually become too weak to perform basic duties, such as regularly opening her shell to receive fresh air or even digesting food. Should this begin to happen, it would be kinder to simply euthanize her than let her waste away to nothing."

"Alright," Mica said, thoroughly frightened by the doctor's words. "So what do I do?"

"I'm going to give you a prescription for a double dose of Mitazac- that's the drug that will help her cell reproduction- and give you a workout schedule that will optimize her training. It's unlikely that she'll ever be a particularly powerful pokemon, but you should be able to keep her healthy, at least. Your trainer's salary will increase to cover the cost of the medication.

"It's imperative that you follow these instructions to a 't'. Any deviation- especially trying to take the drug away from her a second time- will result in her losing health even more rapidly than before. Once you start her on Mitazac her body will be nearly incapable of mitosis on its own. Understood?"

"Y-yes," Mica said. She was too relieved to hear that her pokemon wasn't going to waste away to even care that she wouldn't get stronger. "Of course."

"Her lifespan will still be significantly shorter, likely by at least twenty, probably thirty, years. She should only participate in light battling." Mica again told him that she understood, again not worrying too much about either of these facts thanks to her relief. Dr. Arden wrote her a prescription for Mitazac and printed off what their training schedule would be. Mica thanked him profusely, took the prescription and schedule, returned a somewhat shocked Biv to her pokeball and left to pick up the medication.

"One last thing," Dr. Arden said as she was leaving. "It says here that you don't know the age of this pokemon. For future reference, she appears to be around twelve or thirteen."

"Oh." Twelve or thirteen…she's probably the oldest pokemon I have, Mica thought. "Thanks."

Kellyn, who had been waiting outside, asked how it went. Mica quickly told him of Biv's condition, and of their workout schedule. Kellyn, who couldn't help being the logical one, pointed out that it would be rather difficult to follow this schedule, continue with her father's lessons, and train her other pokemon at the same time. Especially since Tauros promised to be a challenging pokemon to raise.

"Yeah, I know it's going to be hard." She agreed quietly. "But I don't have much of a choice, do I? She needs the attention."

"That's true…" He said, but didn't carry on the conversation since Mica was busy getting the prescription Biv needed.

"Thanks for staying with me, Kellyn." She thanked him as they were leaving the hospital. By this time it was getting dark out, and streetlamps were beginning to flicker on. She realized she should probably add something else on, like 'I'm glad I didn't have to go through that alone,' or something. The problem was, she would have much preferred it if Kellyn wasn't there, and it was just her and her pokemon. Maybe Silver or Lucian too. But that would be incredibly rude, since he was just trying to be supportive. "You're a really nice guy." Was what she settled for.

"No problem," he mumbled. He had, at least, learned a few things about checking a clampearl's health, even if he didn't feel any closer to Mica. Which reminded him that he still hadn't apologized for ripping her stitches. "Hey, by the way, I'm sorry about tearing your stitches back at the Academy."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Mica said mildly, thinking about how she wanted to call Lucian. "You were just trying to get me out of the way of the bidoof. I'm sorry you had to endure the wrath of my crazy father."

"Ha." Kellyn laughed once, glad that she seemed to agree that Kincaid had overreacted in suspending him. "Though I guess you're going to be the one enduring that wrath next."

"Yeah." She sighed. "Guess I am. Oh lord, he's going to be so mad that I caught that tauros. Don't think he'll care much about Biv though…"

"Hey." An idea occurred to Kellyn. "I could help you train her on my study period, so that it's less of a burden for you. I mean, there's only the one week left of school, but it's still something, right?"

Mica seemed to mull this over for a bit. "Yeah…yeah, that could be helpful. Thanks."

"No problem." Kellyn offered her a small smile. He was pretty proud of himself.

The bus ride back to Vientown was somewhat uneventful. Kellyn looked over the training schedule Mica had been given, and Mica considered how she was going to deal with her father, and when she would be able to question her pokemon about their past. She decided she'd wait until morning to give Lucian a call, since there wasn't any immediate danger and she would have a lot to deal with when she got back to the Academy.

A thought occurred to her as they got off the bus in Vientown. "Hey, wait a minute. When I was coming here from Pueltown the first time, Father and I got a bus all the way to the school."

"That bus only runs from Monday to Thursday."

"Oh, okay." She began drifting through her thoughts again, but was jarred back to reality as they approached the forest's edge. She remembered what happened last time she tried to go through a forest in the evening. It was even starting to rain, just like that time.

But she wasn't alone this time. She had Kellyn beside her, and something told her she was far less likely to be attacked when with someone else, especially a capable-looking man.

So she scooted a little closer to Kellyn, who took this a sign that it was okay to put his arm around her again. She didn't say anything, and the two of them started to head back to the Academy, bracing themselves for Kincaid's rage.

…

A/N Mmmm, bit of a longer chapter. Hope it was worth it. I miss the earlier chapters- there was hardly anything serious in them, which made it easy to be funny. But there will be some relief to the tension in the next chapter.

I hear teenage boys think of sex every 15 seconds, or something like that. Silver was doing a decent job of hiding that, until now.

Cellular Hyxlemia and Mitazac are both completely made up. Sounds kinda real though, huh? I figure I can get away with that since the pokeworld would have different origins for their language, so I don't have to follow any kind of medical naming protocol. Yup.