"Grimsley! I knew you'd come back for her, I won't let you take my daughter away!"

Bianca's dad gripped the piece of wood firmly in his hand, he was livid.

"Hey who are you?!"

He lowered his hand at the sight of Helma, but not his guard. His eyes kept the same visible rage on them.

"I'm a person who thought that you'd be taking a nap, because, maybe all those punches you threw at Grimsley had made you sleepy," Helma said without any trace of fear or fuss in her voice,

"get out of my house!" Bianca's dad raised his hand again.

A door opened, Bianca quickly rushed down the stairs, "stop it dad she's my friend!" She exclaimed as she made her way to take the stick off her dad's hands,

"that's close enough Bianca! Go back to your room right now!" he said to her daughter as both of them struggled to hang on to the improvised weapon,

"Where are my pokemon dad?" Bianca violently asked before pushing her dad back with her shoulder.

Bianca's dad dropped the stick as soon as he locked eyes with her daughter, she was furious. They stood in front of each other breathing heavily, without saying anything; the two family members rabidly stared into each others' eyes. Bianca grunted angrily, she walked into a room on the first floor and slammed the door behind her, causing her dad to regain his anger and chase after her. Meanwhile Helma tried to move as little as possible, she was confused out of her mind. Her primal instinct was telling her not to intervene, maybe because it was a family matter, maybe it was the look on their eyes, but she only listened,

"Get out of here right now! There's nothing for you in here!"

"Yeah right, please get out of my way, Stoutland, if you can hear me please come out,"

"have you lost all common sense?"

"No, have you?"

The struggle continued, things were thrown and dropped on the ground, boxes fell and their contents came out.

"Leave that there, that's not for you,"

"of course dad, of course."

Finally, Bianca's dad came out of the room walking backwards. Bianca's stoutland came after it, and Bianca came out last with a serious expression on her face, albeit with noticeable relief in her eyes.

"It's over," Bianca said triumphantly, "come on Helma let's go upstairs,"

"why?"

"You need to change your clothes,"

"but there's no time,"

"yes there is," Bianca said with a smile on her face. Her dad tried to take a step forward but Stoutland growled just as he moved a muscle, making him stay stoic on his spot. Helma in turn approached Bianca, who noticed her limp,

"what happened to you?" Bianca asked just as confused as she was horrified,

"it's a long story, one I need to tell you as soon as possible," Helma answered,

"of course but first you need to come upstairs so I can check you, Stoutland! If my dad moves just step on him, sorry father."

"okay just let me go get cranidos,"

"I can't believe you!" Bianca's dad mumbled without moving his mouth in a noticeable way, and he kept screaming at the girls without changing his position. He failed to grab their attention, and they willfully ignored him as they went about their way around the house, but at the very least Bianca's dad didn't fail at looking hilarious, he looked like a bizarre statue screaming at the top of his lungs.

Bianca helped Helma go up the stairs and took her to her room. She opened the door and took Helma's hand to lead her inside. Helma placed cranidos on Bianca's comfortable and spacious bed before sitting next to it at the edge. Helma shyly unbuttoned her pants and showed Bianca her injury, just enough to be seen below her right hip. While she was moving to show Bianca better she tried not to touch the injured zone, which was completely red and swollen, at all.

"This looks pretty bad Helma, you need to rest," Bianca said,

"I told you there's no time," she replied,

"we have a bit of time," Bianca touched Helma's hip with the tip of her finger, "does that hurt?"

Helma recoiled, "kind of, it hurts more when I move it," she answered,

"yeah no kidding, there's not a lot I can do with what I have but wait here."

Bianca walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, probably to save Helma the trouble of having to hear her dad's exasperated screams. The bored cranidos, which rested pleasantly on the bed, used the moment to touch Helma's injury with its small but husky paw. The touch was slow and delicate, but Helma recoiled in pain and cried out from it, instantly moving away. Her cranidos looked at her with fear and regret, and Helma, in her distress, patted it in the head to try and calm it down. It was obvious her injury was serious, but the last thing she wanted was for Bianca, or anyone else, to worry about her. Bianca came back in with her wet hands raised and carrying a plastic bag with her teeth, which she then dropped on her bed,

"can you take out the ointment from the bag and open it please?" she said.

Helma obeyed her, she searched the bag and took out a tube of paste, took the cap off and showed it to Bianca. She didn't take it and instead pointed at the red zone on Helma's hip. Helma pointed the tube at that zone and pressed it at the same time she bit her lips, letting out the white paste on it. Bianca put her palm right on the paste and started stroking Helma's hip, scattering the paste all over her surface, while Helma looked at her right in the eyes as she let out a heavy breath filled with restraint.

"Can you take out the gauzes and open the package without touching the gauzes themselves please?" Bianca said still applying the oinment to Helma, who just did as she said,

"now," Bianca continued, "this and a pill I will give you will only lower your pain but we still need to go to the hospital to evaluate the severity of the injury, but the fact that you didn't break down crying when I touched you tells me it's not that bad, the most important thing is that you get some rest and immobilize the extremity,"

"I ran here," Helma added, "all the way from the ruins,"

"well, that was incredibly dangerous and is definitely the reason, or at least a very important one, for which you have not healed yet."

Bianca carefully grabbed the gauze from the package that Helma opened for her, and placed it on the exact position of the injury, then she grabbed the bandages from the bag and finished Helma's quick intervention.

"Alright, now you need to change your clothes," Bianca added,

"why?"

"Because you can't walk around with that uniform, Sabrina may get you,"

"how do you know about Sabrina?"

"We need to talk about this somewhere else, do you think you can change yourself?"

"Yes, I did tell you I came here from the ruins by myself right?"

Bianca smiled at her, then went over to her dresser and picked up some clothes for her. Helma thanked her with a bit of embarrasment in her tone as she took the clothes from her, and then went into the bathroom. Meanwhile Bianca opened her closet and took out an old pink backpack, which she then filled with stuff that she considered would be useful to them on their trip. She added the stuff from the plastic bag too, the ointment, the gauzes, and the vandages in case she had to reapply them to Helma.

Helma came out of the bathroom with an uncomfortable expression on her face, she couldn't remember the last time she had worn a skirt. Probably not since she was a toddler. It was a white skirt that ended below her knees, a pink tank top, a green cardigan, and a pair of all white tennis shoes. An outfit that suited her physically, but would've suited her more if she was more like Bianca and not so much of a tomboy,

"you look great, how do you feel?"

"Uncomfortable, but that may be partly because of my hip."

Bianca grabbed the pink backpack as well as her green messenger bag and they headed downstairs. Helma refused any help from Bianca and she respected her.

"Don't do this Bianca, why won't you listen to me?" Her dad pleaded her on the ground, with Stoutland on top of him,

"from where I'm standing you are the one who's not listening dad, I know you are stubborn, but it is one thing to be stubborn and another very different thing to be intractable,"

"are you leaving me now because you think I don't listen to you?"

"No, I'm leaving because I need to, I'll come back later and I will keep persevering until you hear what I have to say,"

"your so called friend still has to pay for the window though,"

"she does?"

Bianca approached one of the windows on the living room and kicked it twice, breaking it into pieces with her second kick. Afterwards her dad's mouth was a round circle and his eyes looked like plates,

"are you okay?" Helma asked,

"yes, make no mistake dad, I am very, very angry at you...I'll be back soon."

The two girls walked out of the house and into the plains. And before following them, Stoutland got off Bianca's dad and went into his bedroom. A moment later it came out carrying on its mouth a rather luxurious, but by no means tasteful, black walking cane with an amethyst on its handle.

"Hey! What are you doing Stoutland that's mi...!" Bianca's dad cried on the floor before Stoutland growled loudly and angrily at him. "Okay...okay...just make sure not to scratch it," Bianca's dad said to himself as Stoutland got out to meet with the girls.