What did I say last time? Something along the lines of "this wouldn't be so bad"? Yeah, well, scrap that. This was unconditionally the worst.
We've been out in the middle of absolutely nowhere for the past seven days now, camping in the dark woods and completely isolated from society. Legit, I could not remember the last time I saw another trainer ever since we left Amity Square. Paul has decided it would be a good idea to stray off the main routes and go into the unknown areas on Sinnoh's map for some extra experience but what's the point of that when there are no trainers to battle? I have been circling a good one kilometre in diameter around our base camp at least a hundred meters above ground yet I still haven't caught sight of any forms of civilisation what so ever!
"Dude, why…?" Once again, I cried out loud, dropping down to a space of open land, as some Starly were startled in the distance. It was barely four o'clock in the morning and the sky was still a Murkrow black, the cool night breeze brushing my short fur as I dipped into a twirl. My night vision was really handy during times like this, clearly outlining any obstacles I needed to pass as I spun closer to my desired location.
Nowadays, I was awake for about eighteen hours a day: all throughout the day and cutting into the night. An odd schedule for a nocturnal creature like me but it couldn't be helped. Paul slept at dusk and woke at dawn, leaving me no time to rest during the period I was supposed to be sleeping—the day time. I never slept in my Pokeball either. I despised those things with a Chimchar-ing passion. They made up the very core of my nightmares.
Ugh, I'm already getting shivers just thinking about it!
And while it definitely wasn't healthy, I did the same thing when I was a human. Old habits die hard, I suppose. Pun unintended. Heh. After I got over it, I found making death jokes to be quite entertaining. Now, I feel like a cartoon rip-off of Deadpool or something... A lot more kid-friendly though, that was for sure.
With the ground coming closer at every second, I began decelerating as I slowed down the beating of my wings and stretched them as far as I could. My progression slackened just enough to make a smooth landing on an outstretched tree branch, showing off a small loop just for kicks.
I wonder if there's enough time to take a quick nap…
The branch had the perfect view of the purple blob dozing away silently, laying directly on the hard ground. He used his backpack as a pillow and had his hands in his windbreaker pockets as if to shield them from the cold. Honestly, I was utterly astonished at the fact the scowl on his face had faded to a blank, neutral look whenever he slept. I was under the impression his facial expressions were set in a permanent grumpy face with how often his brows seemed to furrowed. It wouldn't matter how young he was, the boy would begin to develop wrinkles at this rate.
Ugh, this is so boring!
It was at times like this where I missed my electronics—especially my Nintendo 3DS—the most. I had countless games from Mario Kart to Ace Attorney on that console and took it everywhere. Unfortunately, that also reminded me of the time I had gotten caught with the 3DS at school. I wasn't even playing on it but some kid snitched on me when he saw it in my bag. My 3DS was confiscated for an entire week and boy, those seven days were the longest in my life.
But now, even if I had my precious baby, I wouldn't even be able to play on it!
Why you might ask? The answer was quite simple.
I. Didn't. Have. Thumbs.
Or even fingers, nor hands. Let alone any sort of limb that would be capable of using a digital device.
I didn't ponder much on it before as I was too busy trying to adapt to my new surrounds but now I have time to actually think about it long and hard, the thought quite blatantly occurred to me; my life really sucks, doesn't it?
With another heavy sigh, I went to gather some berries. That would bide my time long enough until my Paul woke up. Then, it would be another long and boring day training.
Berry scavenging was pretty fun. It was the first real 'skill' I learnt as a Zubat at the colony: identifying each type of trees, how to tell if the fruits were ripe or not and taking just enough as to not damage the tree where just some of the little things that were engraved into my mind.
The forest area around here was just packed with berries trees though most of them weren't in season quite yet. But, if you knew where to look, the little fruits were plentiful. After only a couple of rounds, I had accumulated a decent pile on Paul's stomach; there were Sitrus, Razz, Pecha, Cheri and Rawst berries, all their unique colours and shapes popping out in contrast to the trainer's dark clothing.
Haha, I can't wait to see the look on his stupid face when he wakes up!
Just as I returned from another round of scavenging, holding some plump Oran berries, I spotted an unfamiliar Pokemon figure scamper across the ground near the trainer. They were beginning to approach the purple hair teenager and before I could realise what they were doing, I saw them snatching one of my berries. Oh Arceus, that was completely unforgivable!
I picked up my pace and swooped down, ready to guard my food with my life, bearing my fangs against the stray creature who backed away once I got close. It was relatively small and pretty fast, becoming streaks of meshed pink blurs in my vision, "Hey! Stealing other Pokemon's food ain't nice!"
"Uh, I'm s-sorry! Please don't e-eat me!" The nervous high pitched voice whimpered, large yellow eyes enlarging and I viewed the harmless worm Pokemon. It was a Wurmple, presuming a female one, "I p-probably don't taste very nice. And I'll upset your stomach! So, please don't eat me!"
"Calm down, I won't eat you!" It wasn't just for the sake of calming down the Wurmple down. Ever since I had become a Pokemon, I had a full vegetarian life. I couldn't even bear the thought of eating one of these childhood creatures. In my opinion, they looked kinda cute but then again, who am I to talk? My scale of 'cute' was rather skewed.
"Really?"
"Yes," I casually gave away a couple of fruits to prove my point.
Cautiously, the Wurmple eyed the berry offered to her and took several small, weary movements before snatching the fruit, golfing it down like no tomorrow. She instantly moved onto the next one and the one after that, so forth; there was already a noticeable lack of berries in the load I had compiled.
"Whoa! Slow down. The food isn't going anywhere!"
The Wurmple jerked, shying away, "Eeek! Sorry!"
"It's fine," I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time I heard an apology. To make up for the awkward silence, I initiated conversation, "So, what's your name? I'm, er, Zuzu."
"F-flitter! That's my name," Flitter introduced herself, "N-nice to meet you. And thanks a lot! Oh gosh, I should've thanked you earlier, I'm so s––"
"Stop," I cried, shoving a wing in her face as an imitation of a hand, "You have no reason to be sorry for. Just chill, 'kay?"
And really, it was getting kinda repetitive. Probably didn't want to say that aloud though.
"Oh, geez, so––eek!"
Yeah, this would take a while. At least I have a conversation partner to pass the time whilst I wait for Paul though? I didn't think it'll be long until he woke up as he seemed to have a mental alarm o'clock or something, managing to awaken at six on the dot. Like, how was that even humanly possible?!
"So, Flitter," I said, trying to get the other Pokemon out of her fit of apologies, "What are you doing out at this time?"
"Most Wurples are nocturnal—to hide away from predators like Starly and such," Flitter explained, "Once we hatch out of our eggs, we become solitary Pokémon and have to survive on our own. That's why I'm out here alone."
"Oh."
That was… kinda sad actually. They weren't like Zubat who colonised in large masses as one huge family. Though, solidarity Pokémon must actually be quite common in this world. It was just simple biology for oviparous or egg-laying creatures.
"If you don't mind me asking… why are you here?" The Pokémon asked after a pause of silence before quickly backtracking, "Oh sorry, that was so inconsiderate of me! Just because I tell you about my whole life story, it doesn't mean you have to say anything in return. Ahhh, I'm such a dummy!"
"Whoa, Flitter, chill," I only got about half of what she said, "I don't mind at all."
"Really?"
If it stopped the excruciatingly pitiful crying? Then yes, really. Of course, I didn't say any of that aloud and instead replied with a cheery, "Mmhmm."
"I got caught by that dumb trainer over there," I briefly explained, gesturing to the purple Muk buried underneath the berries, "So, now I follow him around. He's such a grouch and not to mention, a complete douche bag to his Pokémon though."
"Oh." Flitter plainly said, "Why don't you run away then?"
"Eh?"
"I'm not too sure on how Pokèballs work b-but I think if you break them whilst being outside them, you'll be a free 'mon. At least, t-that's what they all say out here..."
"Really...? I could... I could be free again!" I exclaimed as my mouth broke out into what I knew was a wide grin. I couldn't help myself though, having learned I could regain my status as wild. But then another thought entered my mind, "Wait, what happens if a Pokémon is still inside their ball when it breaks?"
Flitter shrugged, almost uncaringly, "Who knows."
Before I could find something else to say––to lighten the atmosphere, to distract myself from the endless churning in my stomach––I noticed the slightest flicker of movement. Then, a single Oran berry rolled down from the pile I had composed and stopped as it reached Flitter. Paul was waking up.
"Oh, you should go now. I wouldn't want him to take out his grouchiness on you," I said, "I'll drop you off. Feel free to take that berry."
I picked up the Wurmple, slightly taken back the weight of should've been just a fat caterpillar. Still, I had no trouble moving around with the other Pokémon. She was much, much lighter than Charry who was nearly my weight.
Soaring quickly into the sky, I spotted the nearest decent tree with plenty of berries for my new friend and dove straight down. Flitter wriggled uncomfortably as I had to keep a strong grip on the worm Pokémon and she landed gratefully on to the branch, "It was nice meeting you."
Flitter looked rather confused at my words, before coming to a sudden realisation, "Oh yes, good knowing you."
'Knowing you'…? It sounds like she expects I'll die soon or something!
Giving a (slightly forced) laugh, I patted her head (body) with one of my wings before taking off back to base camp. The devilish trainer was awake, as expected.
I had begun mentally preparing himself for his onslaught of complaints. It wasn't the first time I had pulled off a stunt like this; on my second day being a captured Pokémon I had woke him up by splashing water on his face using a makeshift Water Gun of sorts as I didn't actually know the move so instead, I improvised, carrying pond water from my mouth. Needless to say, covered in dirty liquid and my salvia, he was not amused.
My second prank had to be one of my favourites; I swapped the positions of all the Pokèballs around on his belt. I figured out he had a specific location for them all when the genius plan had hit me and I didn't regret it one bit; when he tried to return me to my ball, he ended up summoning Torterra who had nearly caused an earthquake. Paul tried to bring out Weavile for training but instead, picked my empty Pokeball. He had also tried to call out Elekid but accidentally choose Chimchar which ruined his chances at getting a Staravia. His face every single of utter bewilderment and exasperation every single time he was caught off guard by his own Pokémon. Hah, served him right.
The third was nothing special and actually unintentional––but pretty damn hilarious. I managed to pull off the zip on his backpack and slept amidst the camping items. It was a rather tight squeeze with wings my size but I somehow found a position that wasn't too bad. When morning came... you could probably guess what happened afterwards. I sprung out and he cursed a stream of vulgar words loudly, eyes wide as he pulled out a Pokèball, ready for action. I burst into laughter on the spot.
There was obviously a fourth and a fifth, and then this is when I insert et cetera as I couldn't even count the amount of Misdreavus acts committed during the... what, two weeks since I had captured and enslaved as a Pokémon?
Oh well... at least I'm getting some entertainment out of it...?
Well, the point of these stories was to depict the emotions of the Pokemon Trainer Paul. Anger. Wrath. Anger. Frustration. Anger. You got the gist of it.
But when he looked at him as I returned from my expedition, Paul looked at me with a certain perplexity. Scepticism. And then he switched right back to his usual expression, pure annoyance.
I wonder what was that all about...
"Pesky bat," The teenager grumbled.
Oh, he did not just––"Take that back, you nasty lame dongus!"
This was the start of my morning in terms of the new routine I had to get used to. Filled with bickering with a human who couldn't understand me, playing pranks and ultimately, being bored out of my mind.
Oh, wait.
I forgot the worst of them all.
Training.
"Elekid, thundershock! Chimchar, dodge it and use fury swipes!" With a cocky smirk, the electric Pokémon began mustering his energy between the prong-like horns on his head. The accumulated lightning bolt zapped erratically across the mountainous terrain, scorching the grass as passed. Charry roughly dodged the incoming attack and readied his claws to strike back in retaliation. Though, not a single one of his attempts landed.
I watched the training session with weary eyes. Even though my posture was relaxed, dangling lifelessly from a tree branch (which stemmed from Torterra, there were no trees up in whatever summit we had stumbled to); my eyes were zeroed in on the battle. I was ready to interrupt and get my friend out of there the second that things turned sour.
"Don'tcha ever get bored?"
With nothing else to do, I questioned the Continent Pokémon. The large mystical beast was a wonder to see––when I played run-throughs of Pokémon Diamond, Turtwig was always my starter 'mon and seeing the final evolution of my all-time favourite was just amazing.
"Paul's always busy training the other Pokèmon but you've been here from the start." I clarified further when I received no reply, "Like... how is it, having known him since the start?"
"Hn."
That was it? Seriously? Man, and I thought that Sasuke was bad...
"...what is a Saa-suuu-gay?"
Pffftahahahaha. I couldn't stop the barking laughter from escaping my lips. Damn, though, did I say that out loud? I seem to be doing that really often, "Oh, nobody!"
And then there was silence. Yet again. Once again, I sighed; I need new friends. In a scenario where the only constant companions were the Pokèmon on Paul's (and I stress the word PAUL) team, that was rather tough.
I prided myself for being able to make friends rather fast as a human and even as a Pokèmon, with the other bat's in the colony and the stray 'mons along the journey––but with the anti-social grump's team? Oh hell nah!
Sure, Charry was adorable. But every time he was released from his Pokèball, it was always during training and then I would stress my heart out from worrying for the fire monkey's safety. He was more of a child that I had to take care of than a friend I could confide in. Meanwhile, Elekid was literally a kid. The most irritating, snobby, I'm-better-than-you kid. Cough, cough. Kinda like a certain purple-haired trainer. Cough, cough. (I should name him Paul Jr.) And basically all of the protags' rivals, honestly. Seeing the two of them battle was like watching a game of cat and mouse, except the mouse wasn't Jerry and instead was a helpless little Rattata.
Don't even get me started on Weavile, whose personality was as cold as her type; freaking icy cold. Murkrow was just weird (a story for another time) which left Torterra. I liked to call him Terra (creative, I know) which was short for Terracotta. Why? Blame my past self from literally a week ago––though, the named Pokemon in question didn't seem to mind. So, it kinda stuck.
"Paul has grown." A deep, grumbling voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh?"
It was Terracotta, "As a child, he was young and unknowing. He suffered defeat by the hands of stronger trainers, time and time again. He had to train harder than anyone to get where he is now." There was a pause, before; "I am proud to be his Pokèmon,"
His voice was stern and resolute. It held the Torterra's utter conviction like there was not even the slightest chance of his decision changing. Ever. It was simply a fact.
"Wow, that's... " I took a little while before I could find the words, "That's amazing. The bond you two have is beyond anything I have ever seen. Really, it's just amazing."
"Four years is a long time," Torterra tone was wistful as if recalling fond memories, "However, I feel that it is time for something new. Something irregular, that would change our trainer for the better. And I think...
"You are that something."
What.
"Don't know how you got to that conclusion. We bicker like Skitty and Growlithe, but whatever you say..." I muttered as I loosened my grip on him. I hovered around, before turning to him, "But still––what. T-terracotta, did you just s-smile?!"
"I did not."
"Hah! Did too!"
"I did not."
I exclaimed, "I saw it with my very own eyes!"
"You saw wrong, then." Terra objected, yet there was a twinkle of amusement in his small, sharp eyes.
"Tch. Fine then, you win this round," I bitterly grouched as my head drooped, "I swear, I'll get photographic evidence next time!"
The Torterra shrugged his broad shoulders, "As you seem to say often... 'whatever you say'..."
"Hey! Don't use my own words against me!" I whinged. Though, I did not receive a verbal reply. There was just a huff––one which I knew was akin to a chuckle if I translate Terra-talk into English.
That was nice though. Talking with Terra like that, like we were friends. Maybe I could get along with other Pokemon in Paul's team?
But then I thought about Elekid and his utterly immature and condescending attitude; Weavile and her glare, cold enough to freeze other 'mons on the spot; Murkrow and his... weirdness.
Yep. I'd rather not.
"Chimchar! Roll on the ground and use Flame Thrower!"
Paul's abrupt orders brought my attention to the battlefield. Thirty minutes in and they were still training. Through, it was clear that exhaustion had seeped into both Pokemon; panting, stumbling and taking just a little more time charging up for a move. It was especially predominantly in Charry, who was physically dragging his own body across the rocky surface. They were nearing their limit.
And that meant it was soon my time to come in. If anything, my pestering would allow them a well-needed break. The best-case scenario would have Paul setting up for camp. The sun had started to sag into the sky, making it approximately two or three in the afternoon.
Then, still disorientated from somersaulting, Charry coughed up a flame. It was no Flame Thrower but very close to one. But the monkey-like Pokemon was so dizzy, his move was misplaced and landed nowhere near Elekid but... Paul.
"Sh*t!"
"PAUL!" Eyes growing wide, time seemed to freeze. All I could see was the trainer's face as it morphed to something akin to horror when his foot slipped and he fell down the cliffside, staring at me with equal shock.
And then he disappeared.
I scrambled into action, diving down in a panic and catching hold of his arm yet my small body wasn't able to support his weight. Just as quickly, I found myself being dragged along to certain death as gravity did its job. I needed to change tactics. Fast.
Crap! This is bad, this is bad, this is really bad!
There wasn't even time to think, I just acted upon whatever thought sprung into my mind. If I didn't do something, we were gonna die. Letting go of Paul, I delved deeper and began waving my wings in a frenzy, as fast as I could possibly retract the limbs in mere seconds. Soon enough, a whirlwind appeared and was becoming bigger and bigger with each movement of my wings. I could tell it was mildly slowing our descent but it wasn't enough.
"Fu––"
We first crashed into tree branches, through thick and thin offshoots, stray twigs making excruciating marks on my body then––THUD!
"Ouch!" I groaned as exhaustion and throbbing aches began to settle in every cell of my body, growing only more sore as I tried to move. Whelp, at least I'm alive! That's one thing I can be proud of, yay. Though, I literally cannot believe I survived that. Why didn't I just fly? That would have been so much easier than going through all of that. But if I did that… wait… Paul!
All pain utterly forgotten, I bolted up and frantically looked around. Green, brown, green, even more green…! Ah, Purple! I had never been more relieved to see that ugly shade of purple in my entire life.
I rushed over to the trainer's side, wincing as I caught sight of his wounds. Saying the purple-haired trainer didn't look too good was putting it lightly; he looked absolutely awful. Paul was knocked out unconscious, clothes torn with cuts all over and there some blood, dripping down his forehead. But he was breathing however strangled it was. He was breathing.
"Oh, Arceus..." I gulped, blinking vividly and taking shaky breaths. I had never witnessed an accident before. And this, this looked really bad.
This didn't happen in the anime! How was I supposed to know––fudge, that's not important now. I needed to take him to a doctor. Falling from that height must have caused... no, he needed first aid immediately!
DRSABC! That's right, I did this in class. I can do this. There's no danger so the next step would be... response.
"Hey, Paul? Can you hear me?" I already knew it would be no use. Even if he could hear me, it would only sound like animal-gibberish. Still, I said it anyway as reinsurance. Using my whole body, I leaned against his chest to pick-up his heartbeat with my mammalian ears; yep, all loud and clear.
He should probably have something in his bag…
Unfortunately, the bag was crushed under his body and I couldn't quite take it out. As a human being, he weighed more than ten times my own weight. Though, another idea sprung into mind as I eyed the Pokèballs on the trainer's belt.
I didn't know which ones were empty and which ones weren't so I ended up tapping all of them; that led to the release of Murkrow and Weavile.
The bird's uncaring attitude quickly warped into horror, "Oh my..."
"What happened." Weavile demanded, shoving her claws in my face.
"Long story short, Paul was training. One of the moves misfired and then, somehow landed near Paul. He tripped and fell. From up there," I pointed a wing from up above, "Elekid, Terra and Charry are still up there. Mukrow, can you bring their Pokèballs and take them here?"
"On it," Normally, the darkness Pokemon would cause a fit or say something terribly snarky. This was a serious situation though and he left without a fuss, carrying the red and white capsules in a segment of fabric that was torn off Paul's jacket.
As I watched Mukrow fly away, the gears in my head start turning. As the only other Pokemon on Paul's team capable of flying, it came down to me to get help. But which direction would I go? We are in the middle literally nowhere. Where would the closest civilisation be?
"What can I do?" The Weavile's grave and almost desperate tone shocked me out of thoughts, "What can I do to help?"
I eyed her face which was no longer held that emotionless if not, bitterexpression but instead showed genuine concern. It was the first time that she displayed other than complete distrust towards me; rather, it was the opposite in this case. Weavile was looking at me for advice, she was trusting me because she doesn't know what to do. And then it came to me.
Of course. No matter how cold she makes herself appear… she would obviously be worried for her trainer.
"Stay in this general area and make sure Paul's condition doesn't get worse. Actually, can you help me turn Paul on to his side right now?" That's right. I needed to put Paul into a proper resting position, "Just right about here. Gently, okay?"
Weavile placed her claw tenderly on Paul's side with the utmost care, alike to how one would use when holding an infant.
"On the count of three. Ready?" I asked and after a shred of hesitation, the ice-type Pokèmon nodded, "Three, two, one!"
There was a dull thud. We had successfully turned his body (uhh, that kinda sounded like Paul was dead) over. I shifted the arm that was closest to me in a right angle and let the other one rest on top of his cheek, successfully settling him in recovery position.
"Good." I said, "Okay, so when the rest of the team comes, get Terra to watch over him. The rest of them, including you, can go collect berries that might ease the pain. I'm going to get some help."
Easier said than done. I didn't have much choice in the matter though, "I'm heading out now."
"Zuzu," Weavile––no, Winter called out; I blinked at the sudden use of my nickname. It was the first time she had referred to me by that name, "Hurry."
"Of course."
And then I was off. Faster than I had ever been, I shot up into the sky. My eyes darted around the endless green and my ears twitched at the slightest sound.
Wind. Trees. Water.
Not what I need...
Pokémon. Talking.
Come on, come on!
Humans. Cars. Chatter.
Just a bit more...
Trainers. Pokècentre. City.
I knew where I had to go. Away from the direction of the morning sun, towards the west. That's where the closest civilisation was––where help was bound to be––and that's where I needed to go.
I just hoped I made it on time.
Eleanor Glee adjusted her nurse's uniform lightly behind the sleek modern, counter. She couldn't even take it lightly in the mornings, not in Hearthome, the fifth-largest city in the Pokèmon world.
That's why there were several nurses (they weren't all Joy's like everyone seemed to think, though they were renowned for their nurses and doctors) who docked around the clock, twenty-four seven. It was a tedious job yet an absolutely necessary one.
"Is my Luxie ready for pick up?" An eager young lass––Eleanor couldn't quite remember her name with the endless stream of trainers that entered the Pokècentre––questioned.
The nurse presented her signature Sunny Day smile, leading the lass into the general Pokèmon resting area.
"Luxie! Come 'ere, girl!" She cheered and the Electric-type Pokémon was just as ecstatic to see his trainer, "Aww, sweetie, you missed me? I know I missed you,"
"Your Luxio has made a tremendous recovery over-night. However, make sure you take it easy and rest for a couple of days before battling." Eleanor informed, though, her tone was light. No doubt that this trainer would take care of her Pokèmon.
The lass said, "Thank you so much! And I sure will!"
With that, Eleanor's job was done. She headed back out to the main lobby. Her main tasks consisted of returning Pokèmon who had been left at the centre to their trainers and signing out those who had stayed overnight.
Though, her peaceful routine was cut short when one of the youngsters let out a high yelp as the doors automatically opened, letting in a––blur. It was moving too fast for the woman to identify what type of species it had been until it shot right through the room and to the other side, stopping just short of the counter.
"A... Zubat?" Well, that wasn't a sight you saw every day.
Eleanor spluttered, "Uhh. Are you perhaps lost?"
It shook its small head. The movement was awkward on the nocturnal creature, having to physically move its torso and wings. Yet, it was a clear gesture of negativity, "No."
Zubat opted to tug on her arm lightly. When the nurse tried to take her hand back, the small Pokémon used more force as it realised she didn't understand––not enough to hurt but enough to stumble a step in a certain direction; towards the exit, she realised, "You... want me to come with you?"
The Zubat confirmed her thoughts with a nod; it comprehended what she was saying in a way that was completely unnatural in Pokemon. Sure, there was a level of mutual awareness with a bonded trainer and Pokemon, but this? Not like this...
Arceus, this day was just getting weirder and weirder.
"Do you need help?" When receiving another sign, Eleanor's felt a sense of relief. Finally, she was getting somewhere! But it rapidly morphed into a serious one. This Pokemon was smart. It had come here to a Pokècentre of all places for a particular reason; most likely, their trainer was in trouble.
"Take me there."
And that's how we made it to Hearthome City.
Staring at the peaceful (as peaceful as a blank slate of a face could be), I released a loud and heavy sigh. The intense distress and unease caused by that stupid mop of purple hair unknowingly was just insane. I think I aged another decade or so in the short span of two hours; not exactly something to be proud of.
Nurse Joy (or whatever name she had) was a total badass. She left the Pokècentre herself and travelled alongside me with a Staravia. I was impressed at her speed; she had kept up with my own even as I flew as fast as I could. And I was a pretty fast flier.
The other Pokèmon were brought into their respective capsules the minute help had arrived, all except for Murkrow and I. As we were the only 'mons on the team capable of flight, we carried Paul on a mobile stretcher to the Pokècentre. My fellow flying-type returned to his ball, yet I had stubbornly stayed out (much to the curiosity of Nurse Joy, who actually had those pink loopy twin tails) and watched him get patched up. It was a short and very anti-climatic period––Paul's injuries weren't as bad as they had appeared and were swiftly remedied with a single stitch and some bandages.
Which led us to the current scenario; Paul lying on a hospital bed, unconscious for the time being but guaranteed a swift recovery and me, with literally nothing to do, going out of my mind in this tiny little room.
If it wasn't clear enough, I despised hospitals. And dull, cramped spaces. I didn't have claustrophobia b-but... they were just so boring! The white walls, and ceiling, and curtains made my eyes burn like I had been sprayed with Acid; the sameness of it all was boring and peeved me endlessly. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that they were freaking boring. Or did I say that already?
More importantly, I wanted to explore the city. Hearthome was nothing compared to Amity Square, being more larger, more populated, more everything! I was too worried about a certain grumpy-pants to appreciate the bustling streets and sunny skies.
Did it make me seem like a bad person for wanting to go out when Paul was bedridden? Probably.
But right now with all the stress my poor frail heart had gone through, I needed a break from worrying. Plus, the teenager was fine. This was Paul we're talking about; hard-headed, stubborn trainer who didn't know when to give training a break? Yeah, that one. Nurse Joy had even double-ly reassured me that he was going to be fine. Trust the professional's opinion, not mine.
In conclusion, I was getting out of here.
The sole window in the room was covered by one of those mesh net-like things that were used to keep out the flies. Thus, I was limited to the only exit; the door. Problem: the door weren't made for Pokèmon usage. That was remedied by my sheer skill and raw talent a.k.a. stubbornly pulling the handle using my head, wings and even my mouth (I got desperate). It took an overwhelming five minutes.
AHHHHHHHHHH! SWEEEEEEET FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO––SPLAT!
Then, I proceeded to fashionably crash into the wall. Ugghh... I think I lost some teeth there. And definitely some brain cells, yeah, definitely.
A/N: Soooo, now we've caught up! Yayyy! I don't think people actually read the author's notes nowadays but I'ma just continue writing anyway! Let me know if you actually see this, 'kay?
Also, on Quotev, this fanfiction is close to reaching 300 hearts and I plan to write a special chapter to celebrate the occasion. If you have any suggestions on what I should write, feel free to comment them over there.
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Thanks for Reviewing/Favouriting/Following:
Jockadi, Episoph, Calvire, DG2, Gundam7, Maia the Writer, mexmangafan, pokemansuperallstar, tigerblood917, Caporan, AkumaESPer, DJWhaleTrain, Divine the Withered Soul FrostyGrl101, Niceguymad, Random Badass, imaginair, whitewolfaloneindark, ID30I, Nitroo, Blaze2121, ultima-owner, fafnir1404, TheHiddenLettuce, GlassedGamer, davir213, DG2, Yeahleash
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Responses to Reviews:
Blaze2121 - Our lil' Zubat is quite the amazing Pokemon after all! And evolution? I've got big plans for that but might have to wait a while... Hope you enjoyed this update!
TheHiddenLettuce - Oh Arecus! You're the first person to mention, well, anything about the Poke-puns! And my answer is definitely! You could say ABSOL-utely! I don't plan on stopping anytime soon, hehe! Though, I might actually run out of puns before the series is over...
GlassedGamer - Paul is my all-time favourite rival too; for such a grouchy person, he's just so lovable! The journey to a Crobat (that isn't spoilers, is it...) will be a long one, so I hope you'll stick around for the ride! Thanks for reading!
Yeahleash - Writer's block is always an author's greatest enemy but I have lots of inspiration for this fanfiction so hopefully, it won't come to that. And I've just got too much imagination, haha! Thanks for reading :D
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Shoutout to TheHiddenLettuce;
A poke-pun per chapter? I don't see WYNAUT!