Chapter 6-December 23
She had sat there for eight long, grueling hours but nothing had happened. In the end Mimie had had to come downstairs to wake her up. She sighed heavily as she woke up and shook her head.
"It seems my antidote didn't work."
She reached for the fossil to put back on its shelf but it scuttled away.
"What the…"
She reached her hand out and it moved back further, shaking rock dust off as it did, revealing a tan shell and two glowing red eyes down underneath.
"It worked Mimie, it worked!"
"Mime!"
They both jumped up and down for a few seconds and then Delia remembered the now living Kabuto.
"What are we going to do about him, her, uh…it?"
Mimie immediately boxed the Kabuto in with his barrier attack and bonked it on the head, effectively knocking it out. He then tossed an empty pokéball at Delia.
"I guess doing housework hasn't worn away that pokémon battling instinct."
Mimie blushed and rubbed the back of his head.
"I'm glad." She deftly threw the pokéball at the fainted Kabuto. The pokémon flashed into it and the ball wobbled for a few seconds and then the light on it went out. Delia wrapped an arm around Mimie and did her son's favorite pose.
"Yes! I captured a Kabuto. Won't Ash be jealous, Mimie?"
"Mime my-mime-mimie my-mimie (Yeah, but what about the Professor)?"
"Oh my God, you're right!"
She shoved the laptop into Mimie's hands and grabbed the syringe and vial of her Kabuto oil antidote. They rushed upstairs to Samuel's side. Delia took one look at him, sneezed, and was shocked at what she saw. Everything but his chest and the lower part of his face had turned to stone and no matter what she did he wouldn't wake up.
"Ah-choo!"
Mimie handed her a tissue. "Mime my (Bless you)."
She blew her nose. "Thanks. Mimie, why didn't you tell me his condition had gotten worse?"
Mimie shrugged his shoulders. "My mimie-mime (You didn't ask)."
"No, I suppose I didn't."
She did a few calculations on the computer, factoring in size, species, and affected area to figure out how much to administer. Her eyebrows shot up at how little it was.
"Well, I guess that kind of makes sense. He's not a pokémon and he isn't as affected as that Kabuto."
"Mime my-my mime-my (Just get on with it)!"
"Alright, alright. You're so pushy."
She filled the syringe with twenty milliliters, disinfected his shoulder, though it seemed pointless since it was stone, and administered her antidote. All the while she and Mimie were both praying she hadn't made a mistake.
!ELDERSHIPPING!
Delia had sat on the floor, her chin resting on the couch cushions for four hours until Mimie had come over and forced her to take a shower and eat something. She now stood at the counter picking at her food. Mimie sat cross-legged on the coffee table keeping a watchful eye on Samuel.
"Mime!"
Delia rushed over. "What is it?"
Mimie jumped up and down. "My-mime (He moved)! My-mime!"
Delia stared at Samuel for a few seconds and nothing happened. "Are you sure?"
Mimie nodded his head vigorously. Delia knelt down next to the couch and watch Samuel for a few seconds. Still, nothing happened. She reached out and grabbed his rock-like hand. Needless to say she was startled when it crumbled. She almost pulled her hand away and screamed when she realized that she couldn't. Samuel was holding her hand. It might have been a reflex, it might have been a conscious action. Delia didn't care. She gently brushed her hand across his face and watched as it crumbled and revealed him whole and intact. She quickly took his pulse and made sure he was breathing. He was fine. She could have sworn that something was different but she just couldn't say what. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and just sat there, watching him sleep peacefully.
