The following day I woke up, the lights were off so it was dark in the room. Though I could still see fairly well with my eyesight. It was more quiet than before, didn't seem very busy. I felt stiff, so I stretched my arms a bit, then, with some difficulty, sat up. I still felt tired, but I was at least glad to have gotten some sleep on my own accord.

I heard a dinging sound from... was it downstairs? I couldn't tell for sure, but it sounded like it was on a lower level than I was. It also the sounded like the same tune in the games when you healed your team, did that mean this was like the games? I've been seeing more connections to the game than to the anime so far, but I still wasn't sure which of the universes I was in, I could be in a separately universe entirely for all I know.

Suddenly the lights flickered on, I squinted a bit from the brightness, but my eyes adjusted fairly easily. A nurse walked in, she looked like Christina, but she didn't have the same scent. So I knew it wasn't her. She was holding a tray with what looked like dog bowls, one filled with water, and the other filled out this weird kibble looking food. It seemed like Pokémon food from the anime, and it sure didn't look appetizing.

"I saw you were awake early, so I figured I'd bring you early breakfast. It must have been days since you've eaten". She said as she set the tray down on the bed next to me. She had a point, I was starving, but the fact they the food and water were in pet bowls didn't make me feel very good, and like I said, the Pokémon food didn't appeal either.

She looked at me and waited for me to eat, which already made me feel uncomfortable. I was already hesitant to eat the kibble, let alone with her standing over me and staring. Did I mention how much bigger people looked to me? No? Well I felt like a toddler in comparison, if I remembered correctly, Zangoose are only about 4 feet tall.

I slowly reached for a pebble and examined it. It my first time grabbing with these new paws, which was difficult to understand, but I managed to get the hang of it. The kibble smelled just as bad as it looked, it smelled like.. a dog's breakfast. Accurate enough I suppose. I reluctantly placed the pebble in my mouth. It surprisingly didn't taste horrible, it didn't taste good, but it wasn't really bad either. I figured they wouldn't let me have anything else, so I gave in and started eating the bowl of kibble, washing it down with some of the water afterwards. The Nurse seemed satisfied once I finished, she took the tray and the bowls and left the rooms. I laid there and sighed, it felt good to have finally eaten again, though I hoped I wouldn't have to only eat that stuff forever.

I then thought about something, how did she know I was awake if the doors were closed? That meant there was camera or something in the room and they were monitoring me. That thought unnerved me. Did they think I'd escape? Considering I was injured I wouldn't get very far. That made me realize I hadn't learnt how to walk with this new body. I knew from pokedex entries in the games that they usual walked on 4 legs, but stood on two legs when in combat. I had zero experience walking on 4 legs, but what if they expected that of me? It was clear they didn't know I was human, because if they did Christina wouldn't have called me Zangoose, right? Even after a full sleep all these question made me exhausted, so I decided to keep the question to the side for now.

Without anything to think about, I was extremely bored. I just sat there staring at the ceiling. I decided I should try to practice moving, I at least needed to use my time efficiently, plus I would need to be able to walk so learning sooner was better than later. I turned myself onto my stomach, it still hurt badly, but it was bearable for the most part. I slowly lifted myself up until I was in a sitting position that was sort of like a dog or a cat. I then extended my arms forward and used to them lift myself into a standing position, then did the same with my back legs. I was standing up on 4 legs now. Progress.

I didn't have much space on the bed to move around, it wasn't as big as you'd think. I didn't like the idea of trying to jump down though, so I decided just trying to stay on the bed would be good enough. I slowly started moving forward, at first I thought I should've moved both my front legs, then my back legs. But that didn't work very well, I constantly had to regain my balance. I then tried moving one leg at a time, which worked much better. I just sorta walked in half-circles on the bed for awhile, I wasn't sure exactly how long, but probably about 10 minutes or so. Eventually I got tired and laid back down, at which point a nurse walked in again, this time I knew it was Christina.

"Hello Zangoose, I see you're getting yourself active today!". I still was unnerved that they were constantly watching me, but I figured they had to monitor me, so I just let it slide. She went over to pet me, I decided to let her since I enjoyed the feeling. Acting like a pet felt weird, almost embarrassing, but it was expected of me, and I would probably have to get used to it. As she pet me, I noticed I was making a noise, it sounded like purring. From what I knew Zangoose were called the "Cat Ferret" Pokémon, so purring didn't seem like an obscure thought for one. Also while being petted I felt my tail wagging back and forth, almost on it's own accord. Christina seemed amused by this.

"I see your one for affection, I'll keep that in mind". She then stopped petting me, which saddened me a little. She pulled up a chair and sat in it, she seemed pretty serious now, but also nervous. "So... I guess it's about time I tell you what's going on huh?". I felt my ears perk up, those words got my attention.

"I would've told you earlier but, I figured you at least deserved a bit of rest beforehand...". She took a bit of a breath, I sat patiently waiting for her, she really seemed nervous about saying this. "You... you were one of 2 survivors of a mass genocide in one of the local Pokémon villages in a nearby forest... dozens of Pokémon were killed... you and one other survived.". I took a moment to process this. If I was in a village then that meant I had been a Pokémon longer than I thought. But all I remembered was the running... and the blood. When did this whole genocide happen? And where was the other survivor?

Christina practically read my mine. "The other survivor is in a different room... you'll meet them tomorrow. They've been asleep since the event and they only woke up this morning. I figure you two should know each other since you came from the same village.". That got me worried, I didn't remember any other Pokémon here. What if they knew me but I didn't know them? What if we didn't know each other at all? Every scenario I could think of was bad. Christina got up and gave me another pat on the head. "We'll try to make sure everything goes fine, so just be ready tomorrow!". She then left the room.

I laid down and sighed, I had no idea how I was gonna handle meeting another Pokémon. What If they figured out that I wasn't a Zangoose? Would they tell the nurses? Could they tell nurses? I couldn't think of a single scenario that didn't get me into a situation that was favorable. I didn't want to think about it, but it was the only thing that would stay in my mind. I at least needed a plan of action. I decided that I'd just act like I didn't remember them, which in a sense wouldn't really be acting. I figured that I could just pass that I had amnesia from it or something, I just hoped the Pokémon would buy it. I also thought about the other thing Christina said, I had been in a village. Wouldn't I remember being part of a village? Or at least remember something before the attack? Maybe I really was amnesic?

I looked out the window and noticed it was night time. I sighed, I wasn't tired anymore, I was scared. But I knew I'd need to be rested before tomorrow. I knew I'd meet another Pokémon at some point, but I just wasn't expecting it so soon. What if they ended up not liking me? I wasn't hoping for any conflict, especially when I'm not used to being a Zangoose. I knew this could go a multitude of ways, most of which were bad. Then I thought of something, if this Pokémon knew me, and I just didn't remember them, would they know I was human? Would they know how I became a Zangoose? If somehow they did, this whole thing could be a chance to get more answers.

I laid my head on my pillow, knowing that I could at least learn something important from this gave me a bit more hope. I just had to be able to act like a Zangoose, if I did then maybe things wouldn't go so bad... All I could do was hope. After awhile of laying down, I eventually drifted off to a slumber.