Gardevoir had finished helping Rob and his Surskit move in some of the few pieces of furniture from outside. But it hadn't helped her leg. If anything, it had only put more stress on the injury. She kept ignoring it, hoping her sore muscle would pass. "I appreciate the help," Rob said, glad everything was done. She saw the Surskit lying on a small pillow, having tired itself out. Rob looked down at her leg which she was rubbing a little. He shook his head, looking to his tiny blue Pokémon. "Hey, I'm taking him to get a check-up. Why don't we get your legged looked at," he offered, guileful, but guilty for not taking her sooner, thinking it might have been too hopeful that she may recover just from time and a regular potion. Gardevoir nodded, accepting his offer. Rob recalled Surskit to its Pokéball before leading Gardevoir out of the newly furnished home.
Gardevoir viewed the few big buildings of Rustboro City. She had been told from some other Pokémon that the city had been expanding more. Thus, a good bit of surrounding area forest got cut down. She could see various citizens who were doing their own things, though she saw something the structure of a soon to be big building that was going to neighbour the known Devon Corporation Headquarters. "Oh. That's going to be a new expansion for the Devon Corporation. No clue what they're going to do with it, but they promise it'll help employ a lot of people," Rob exclaimed, describing what the purpose of the building was going to be soon. Gardevoir was still trying to adapt to being in a city this big. Still, it was unexpected. She had caught views and glimpses of it before, but she never did go this far in.
They arrived to the Pokémon Centre, which was stationed right by the Poké Mart like in any other town to convenience trainers. Gardevoir followed Rob inside the clinic. Inside, a few trainers were around, at least ten who were being assisted by various staff members. "Well… it's not as full," Rob muttered. She recognized one of the trainers. It was the same boy that had his hair in a ponytail and wearing a red jacket. He had an unconscious small red chick in his hands that was a Torchic, looking like it had been heavily bruised and assaulted. Gardevoir didn't know whether to feel sorry or not for the poor thing, since it had been assisting someone who was hunting her child barely a few days ago.
"Oh, hello, Mister Rob. How may I help?" the pink haired Nurse Joy questioned, having seen him before. "I'm here to get my Surskit a check-up. And this Gardevoir needs her leg looked at," he explained to the nurse who nodded back. "Alright. Well, I just need their Pokéballs, and I'll examine them right away," she held out her hands. He handed her Surskit's Pokéball, but she kept her other hand out, waiting for Gardevoir's Pokéball, which she didn't have. "Oh. Uh, her Pokéball broke…" he lied. Nurse Joy was understanding, though it wasn't like it was the first time a Pokémon could not be carried in a compact ball with ease. "That's alright. Come with me," Nurse Joy insisted. Gardevoir was hesitant to trust that nurse, but she then followed her into the back room.
Gardevoir found herself lying on a medical table, waiting patiently. The few minutes that had passed felt like hours. That which she didn't ever like about Pokémon Centres when it came to major injuries, but being without a Pokéball. She knew it came at the cost of easy healing from the machine. She heard the door open and saw a doctor in blue clothing and a white coat enter. "Hey there. I'm Doctor Mitch. I'll be doing your check-up. Your trainer said you had leg pain?" the doctor introduced himself while pulling up a chair beside her. She showed the bandaged area of her leg, the rags being tainted red. Mitch examined it and sighed. "A trainer's handiwork alright…" he began to remove the bandages to view the injury himself up close. Once unravelled, the doctor looked in awe, as the gash was deep blood still seeping out.
"Hm… it appears you have been cut deep… and if you've had it covered for a while, then it must have a slight infection. You're going to need stitches. But I'm worried about how deep you're cut… it might have hit the bone," the doctor rambled about the injury and the bad parts of it, and he reached into one of the many drawers nearby and pulled out the materials to stitch her leg up. "Garde…" she muttered, depressed by the idea that she will have to endure this. "It's very unlikely. Don't get worried about it," he laughed, trying to cheer her up. She just felt one sharp sting after another of the needle going through her skin and flesh, pulling the wound together. She just gritted her teeth and suffered the pain.
Rob was in the waiting room, and his Surskit was on his lap, cuddled up to him, having tired out from its check-up. Rob waited until he started to hear a ringing tone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "Hello?" he answered, not noticing Gardevoir as she entered the waiting room alongside the doctor. "What?! I, uh… I'll think on it," he hung up before standing out of his chair, Surskit waking up a little. "So, is she going to be okay?" he immediately asked, a new set of bandages covering Gardevoir's leg. "Yes. She's going to need these painkillers for the next week, though. If the stitches reopen, bring her right back," the doctor handed over a prescription bottle of pain easing pills to Rob before going back to treating other patients.
"Voir?" Gardevoir spoke, pointing to his cellphone in his shirt pocket. "It was just my sister calling. Don't worry. How's the leg?" Rob tried to change the subject. She shook her head. "Garde-gardevoir…" she rubbed it sorely. It still hurt, but that was mainly from the stitches, but it felt more like the pain had progressed to her knee from her lower thigh. "Well, at least you'll get a cool scar once it is healed," he tried to give a positive to it, but he doubted it would even help. He handed her the bottle since he wasn't her trainer. He wanted her to have it in case she left abruptly. She opened the bottle of pills and ate one, hoping for them to take effect fast.
"Kit-surskit!" Surskit chimed reassuringly. "I need to get back home. Come on," Rob spoke a bit more flatly, walking ahead. Gardevoir was wondering what had specifically made him a bit colder toward her, believing the phone call had done it. Whatever the sister of Rob spoke to him about. She knew she had to blend in better if she planned on staying until she healed. Thus she began to follow him back to her temporary home.