I do not own Pokemon, any of the Pokemon species, Team Rocket, or Giovanni. Maya is my character though.
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Little Angel: Chapter 5
Questions
"Would you care to explain how your Pokemon got into this condition?" Nurse Joy asked, staring down at Maya, who'd taken a seat in the waiting room.
"Ok, one that Pokemon is not mine, and two, if you're thinking that I did that to it, you've got another thing coming…" Maya said with an annoyed look on her face.
She'd seen enough blood in her lifetime to be totally calm in this kind of situation. She seemed to not even notice that her arms and shirt were soaked in blood.
"Alright, then what did happen?" the Nurse asked, not letting up on the teenager.
"It was attacked by….trainers." Maya said, not wanting to tell the nurse about the Rockets she'd beaten. "I heard some noises, and found them beating that Pokemon."
"And exactly what did you do when you found these 'trainers' beating this Pokemon?"
"I beat the shit outta them, of course…" Maya replied in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Do you have a Pokemon license?" Nurse Joy demanded.
"You mean this?" Maya asked, producing her license.
The nurse looked at the license and eyed the teen suspiciously. Maya merely folded her arms across her chest, and leaned back against the wall. The red-headed nurse looked over the license to make sure it was not some type of fake. After a few minutes, she handed the card back to the young girl. Nurse Joy then quickly went into the emergency room, a red light above the door with a picture of a needle on it, turned on with a soft "ping". It was then that Maya looked down at her blood-covered shirt and arms.
"No wonder she was looking at me like that…" she thought.
She stood up and went into the bathroom to try and scrub the blood off her arms. She hated the smell of blood…it reminded her of her father, and what he'd done to her…
FLASHBACK
8 year old Maya showed no emotion, even though she was in a lot of pain, as her father whipped her with his belt, striking her in the face and on her arms. Though she wanted to scream, she refused to give in. She would NOT let her father have the pleasure of listening to her suffer. She would not cry out, would not scream, and would not show her pain.
"Never…" she thought with determination. "I'll never let him see me hurt…even if it kills me…"
With that, she continued to endure her torture, the smell of blood wafting off her body…
END OF FLASHBACK
Maya snapped out of her trance and continued to scrub the blood off her arms. Eventually, she was able to get rid of the red substance off her arms, and stop the disgusting smell of blood off her flesh. Now if only she could find another shirt…
"Maya, are you here?" Nurse Joy's voice asked.
Maya quickly walked out of the bathroom, still drying her arms off with a paper towel.
"Ok, exactly how do you know my name?" Maya asked, not even looking up from her arms.
"It was on your Pokemon license." The nurse replied, sounding a little more cheery then before.
"What're you so happy about?"
"Well, that Pokemon you brought in will live, but it needs rest."
"He must be a tough little guy…" Maya said with a chuckle.
"Yes, SHE is a tough little GIRL." Joy agreed, correcting the teen.
"So it's a girl, eh? Interesting…"
"Yes, but I think she'll need a good trainer."
"What're you saying, that I should take her?" Maya asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Yes, you were the one who saved her after all." the nurse confirmed.
"What about all that stuff about me being a "big suspect" in this little drama?" Maya asked, still not sure whether to trust the nurse.
"I thought about it, and figured if you'd been the one who'd hurt the Pokemon in the first place, you probably would not have taken the Pokemon here."
"Hmm…. you have a good point there…"
"Though I'd like to get a description of the trainers who did this, so I can report it to the authorities." Joy added.
Maya stiffened. What could she tell the nurse? She didn't want to get her involved in this whole mess…she needed to look after the injured Pokemon around here. But who what else could she say?
"Guess I'll have to spill the beans…" Maya thought, hoping that this wouldn't come back to haunt her later…
To be continued…