I stuffed the Pokeball back into my pocket, and walked around to try and find the building I was hoping to find. I saw it a few blocks down. Orange roof with a large Pokeball sign outside of it. That had to be a Pokemon Center right? I started towards the building. While I was walking there I saw a bunch of trainers with all sorts of cool Pokemon. There was some kid with a Serperior, a girl with some sort of Monkey with a flaming head, and some guy with three Machamp. I finally walked up to the doors of the Pokemon Center, and they opened automatically, and it even had a little jingle when they opened. The main room felt like it's been blasting the air conditioner for the past few years. A sweater would have been nice.
Directly a few feet in front of me was a counter with some sort of machine behind it. I assume those were those Pokemon healers, or whatever they were called. I walked up to the counter, and rang the bell which was placed on top of it. Suddenly, a woman with light brown hair came up from under the desk.
"Huh? O-oh!" She seemed a bit surprised seeing me standing there. "Hello! Welcome to the Pokemon Center! Did you need any assistance of any kind?" She asked in a very rushed tone.
I stared at her for a few seconds before I actually spoke up. "Uh, can I get my Pokemon healed? He was knocked unconscious by uh... Me..." I said very unsure of what to do.
"Oh! Of course! Just hand me your Pokeball please!" The woman quickly said. It's like she was trying to win the fastest talker award or something. I handed her the Pokeball, and she placed it on the machine behind her. After that however, she just appeared to stare at the machine.
"Um..." She kept hesitating to press any of the buttons on the machine. "Is there something wrong?" I asked her. She quickly spun around and faced me.
"No no! Nothing is wrong! It's just... I kind of don't know how to work this machine..." She replied sheepishly. I just stared at her. "...You don't know how to work the machine? Yet you work here?" I questioned, getting kind of annoyed.
"Well, I'm an intern and this is only my second day, and Nurse Joy isn't here right now, and, and..." She was very flustered and stressed.
"Woah, calm down for a second. You said the nurse isn't here?"
"No, she went to the Department Store in Veilstone City to pick up some supplies for a type of antidote... I'm not sure when she'll be back and I'm really not prepared to be running the center all by myself, and there are so many trainers, and, oh dear..."
I felt kinda bad now that I knew what was actually going on. Although it didn't help that I have a currently unconscious Pokemon in my possession, and nothing to wake it up with. "When did the nurse leave?" I questioned.
"Um..." the woman looked at the digital clock above the entrance. "About an hour and a half ago!" She replied. "Thanks." I said while taking the Pokeball back from the woman. It was only two o' clock. I suppose I could wait a little. There seemed to be a lot of things going on in the Pokemon Center, so I checked them out.
There was a man giving his Pokemon, other Pokemon, and even other trainers, yoga lessons. It was pretty amusing to watch a Gurdurr attempt the tree pose. There was a woman who claimed to be with "Goldenrod Publishing" and was taking photos of all the Pokemon in the center who were native to Sinnoh. And finally there was a battle out in the courtyard between the flaming ape from earlier and a Weezing. The Weezing won the battle because of the trainers over use of Toxic.
I looked back at the clock and it read '5:47'. I figured I would just head back home, but as if whatever great being is up there heard me, Nurse Joy walked through the automatic glass doors. I started over to her, but it looks like I wasn't the only one waiting. In ten seconds tops, a mob of trainers had formed around her, demanding their Pokemon be healed.
"Everyone, everyone! Please, form a line to the desk! I'll get to everyone of you!" She shouted. Everyone, including myself, rushed to form a line, and luckily I was fifth in line out of probably twenty.
The line seemed to go by rather quickly. Apparently it only takes a few seconds to heal a Pokemon. When Nurse Joy got to me and I handed her my Pokeball, she looked at me for a few seconds. "Only one Pokemon? You look like you've been training for a few years," she said as she placed the Pokeball on the machine. "Oh, um. I've only been training for..." I quickly glanced at the clock. "About five hours now..." I felt kind of embarrassed saying that. Usually a fifteen year old would have had an experienced team by now. "Oh? You're at a strange age to start training. But congratulations nonetheless!" She said cheerfully as she handed the Pokeball back. I hoped people mistaking me for a more experienced trainer wouldn't be common. I figured I should start walking back to my house, it was going to be late soon.