Dear Roger,

I'm okay! There's no need to come get me!

The Kangaskhan didn't even get near me.

I'm fine and we finally made it to Cerulean City without anything else happening.

It just seemed strange to see a Kangaskhan all by itself. It's not even supposed to be here!

I'll be more careful from now on. It's not like I meant to go near its baby.

Kyle got hurt protecting me though. He said he's all better now, but I think he's lying.

What should I do?

Tapping the pencil on the sheet of paper, he stares at the last line he wrote.

He knows that there's no way Roger can respond to his question, but…

He sighs in aggravation and crumples the paper.

Happiny chirps in concern beside him.

"I think Kyle's still hurt, but I can't convince him to get it looked at," he tells it gloomily.

He's used to being someone's problem, but he's never felt so bad about it before.

The two of them stare down at the hotel carpet dejectedly.

Happiny suddenly brightens. It digs around in its pouch before pulling out a small, folded pamphlet. The pokemon hands it to him, cooing.

"Become a Nurse Joy today," he reads in incredulity.

He looks down at the Happiny.

"You've been holding onto this for how long?" He asks.

The Happiny beams back up at him.

"I still don't know what you're trying to tell me. Kyle refuses to even see a Nurse Joy, and all this says is to become one—oh," he realizes.

"You, uh, wouldn't happen to know where I should start?" He asks hesitantly.

Happiny waves its arm in a positive before bouncing towards the door, chirping all the way.

He follows unsure but determined.

...

"Hey, I'm back and I've got dinn—" Kyle cuts himself off suddenly, still standing halfway outside.

"Welcome back," he says arms crossed.

Happiny lets out its own somewhat threatening coo.

The Ace Trainer slowly closes the door behind him and drops the containers of food onto the floor.

"Should I be running away?" Kyle says eyeing the two of them.

"Not if you know what's good for you," he tells him.

Happiny backs him up with a chirp.

Kyle looks between them in bewilderment before noticing a new bag sitting on the bed.

"You bought a professional medical kit?" He asks in confusion.

"Along with several books," he informs the Ace Trainer, "all from our savings."

"You mean my savings," Kyle says dryly. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to use other people's money to buy yourself things?"

"Oh no," he says brightly, "this isn't for me. It's for you."

"What do you mean?" Kyles asks in alarm, backing up.

"Happiny, Charm then Sweet Kiss," he barks.

The pink pokemon bolts towards the Ace Trainer who rushes for the door. Kyle isn't fast enough, and a determined Happiny lands both moves on the trainer.

Kyle crashes into the door face-first with a groan.

"Alright," he grabs the groggy teen, "get the tape, and I'll get his shirt off."

He marches the Ace Trainer towards the bed while Happiny digs into the medical bag with a flourish.

His main worry is that Kyle has been internally bleeding all this time, which his textbooks keep telling him is serious. It's also possible that the teen has cracked ribs, which is less serious but still worrying.

Getting punched in the stomach by a Kangaskhan will do that to a person, apparently.

What if it is internal bleeding? Does he knock out Kyle and get a real doctor? What about—

His thoughts get cut off when Kyle opens his mouth.

"Aren't you too young for this? I know I'm good-looking, but you should wait 'til your sixteen, at least. And make sure you buy me dinner instead of the other way around," the Ace Trainer says, slurring slightly.

He can feel his eye twitch.

"Seriously, you can even wear one of those Nurse Joy dresses too. Look like the real thing."

He knows Kyle's been affected, as the trainer's eyes are glazed over, but he also knows Kyle is being obtuse on purpose.

"Happiny, I think our patient needs a little understanding," he says throwing the trainer onto the bed, "Pound."

"That's what she said," Kyle manages to choke out before being rendered unconscious.