This idea was formed after playing another game of pokémon. This time I started out with Charmander, the most difficult of the three, and needed a Butterfree to defeat the rock pokémon Brock uses and a Pikachu to beat the water pokémon Misty uses. Well I didn't need them, but it would be easier. Suffice it to say, my pokémon fainted now and then. A Caterpie – and later a Metapod – with Tackle isn't exactly the easiest pokémon to train, especially in a patch of land where Pidgeys are common. I could have visited Viridian Forest of course, but I hate beating pokémon that can't defend themselves and Poison Attacks don't go well with me. I'm odd like that.
So I trained and trained which, obviously, resulted in fainted pokémon. So I kept going to the pokémon centre, gave my pokémon to the nurse, had them healed and continued training. That was when it struck me, when I was outside of the pokécentre. Isn't what Nurse Joy says a bit strange?
This one-shot story is about that.
Disclaimer: I do not own pokémon. I do not, seriously.
First reviewer: You are right, it is annoying, not sure why that happened. Must have pressed the wrong button; thank you. :)
Karen sighed heavily as she trudged back towards Viridian City. A Pidgey was sitting cosily on her shoulder, using her hair as cover against the rain. Yes it was raining, again. If only she could use it to conquer Brock, but no they were obviously fighting inside. Damn it all.
She had been training for days now and still her Metapod wasn't on a high enough level. Her other pokémon received a fair shot of blows to help the little critter, to make to evolve. Blow after blow, only because she had chosen Charmander as her starter pokémon. And even if Metapod evolved, Butterfree wouldn't learn a useful attack until she reached level 10 and thus learned Confusion. Her Pikachu was already on the same level, its shocks were very useful against the common Pidgey that inhabited the environment, but with Metapod everything went slower.
So now she was heading back to the pokécentre to cure Metapod, again, and allow the other pokémon some rest. Training was hard, especially if you were forced to take the first blow.
Making her way inside she dropped her pokéballs on the desk, allowing the nurse to check her ID and put her pokéballs in the right machine. She knew it wouldn't take long for them to be healed, thus she simply waited at the desk. A minute or two later the nurse handed her back her pokémon and with a muttered thanks Karen turned around and headed for the door. She just caught the nurse's words.
"Thank you for waiting, your pokémon are fully healed, we hope to see you again."
She never reflected much on those words, after all they were always the same. But then, as she was standing there outside the pokécentre, suddenly a thought hit her.
"Isn't that an odd message for a Nurse to say, Pidgey? After all the only reason people bring their pokémon to Nurse Joy is to get them healed or to let them rest. This means that the pokémon was tired or hurt in the first place. Why would Nurse Joy want that to be repeated?"
Patting her Pidgey on the head she made for the practise field again, still pondering the thoughts she had been having. It was slightly odd for a Nurse to say something like that, it seemed a bit contradictory. She'd never thought about it before, after all she left instantly most of the time and never even listened to what the Nurse said. After weeks of hearing the same thing she had learned to ignore it. But for once she had listened; perhaps she should do that more often.
"The next time Nurse Joy says that to me, Pidgey, I'll know what to say. Why Nurse Joy do you want my pokémon to get hurt?"
Laughing at the thought she continued her training.