Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON. These scenarios all come from my own warped, twisted, and strange mind. :D
Scenes of Stupidity: A Pokémon Parody
Scene Seven:
Who Needs a Doctor, Anyway?
Dawn leaned across my palm, wincing as she saw how raw my burn looked. Apparently, Professor Rowan's assistant had never seen me in the kitchen, or she would know that I'd had worse. She fluttered over my burn like a Mothim. "Oh, Adam! We need to get that checked right away!"
I brushed her off. "Don't worry about it." I reached into my pack and pulled out a Burn Heal.
"Those are for Pokemon!" Dawn yelped. "Not people!"
"Oh, come off it." As soon as I sprayed it across the burn, I felt it cool immediately. "See? All better."
Dawn stared at my hand, wide-eyed. "Um, Adam…?"
"What?" I snapped, truly annoyed with her. I looked down at my hand to see what the hell was going on and yelped. My skin was no longer hurting—but that was only because it was so cold, ice crystals were beginning to form.
"It's for Pokemon," Dawn repeated, smirking a little as I started to hop around the fire like a crazed Mankey. "Of course it's super-strength like that."
"Oh, just be quiet!" I reached into the bag for an Ice Heal.
"Here we go again…"
Several hours later, an extremely confused Nurse Joy was examining my hand while Dawn had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep from laughing at the running commentary.
"…And this is so odd! It looks like a burn, but then you've got frost bite around the edges and—" she peered even closer at the much-abused wound "—and is that electrical burn?!"
I sighed.