Cilan sat at Burgundy's bedside faithfully. He held her hand in his hands, and he watched her face painfully react. Her lavender eyes opened and met his green ones, almost saying; "hello".

She was too weak to cry any further or to insult him.

Cilan looked at the scars on her collar bone and almost felt like he was ging to gag.

"What happened to me...?" she asked him, having no recollection on what had transpired back at her home, but she had felt extremely guilty for some unknown reason. "You didn't... date rape me... did you?"

"Of course not!" Cilan recoiled in horror. "I brought you here because you were drunk and irrational last night!"

"Was I...?"

"Yes!" He cried out. "You hurt yourself and your Pokemon!"

Burgundy felt he rentire body recoil with a painful sudden memory of her smashing her wine bottle against her Dewott's face, following by the Dewott crying out in pain and flying back towards the wall, stumbling, as she lashed out, calling it useless among many other cruel things. Tears begun to well up and she began to sob. "No... not my Pokemon!" She began to wail. "Not my Pokemon...!"

People could say what they wanted about Burgundy, but she loved her Pokemon more than anything in the whole universe. They were almost like children to her.

This was one trait which she and Cilan had shared; their love and compassion towards Pokemon.

Cilan was always curious if Burgundy would like children as much as she likes Pokemon, but he was willing to wait and see if she would ever stop hating him first, so it could be safe to ask.

He placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

Nurse Joy came in with 4 Pokeballs and handed them to Burgundy.

"Dewott... Darmanitan... Sawsbuck... Stoutland..." she called out. "I'm so sorry!" She clenched the 4 Pokeballs against her chest.

"I, uh, guess I'll leave you alone with your Pokemon..." Cilan suggested, getting up.

"Just you wait a second, mister!" Burgundy called out in her usual angry tone.

Cilan broke a sweat. "Y-yes, Burgundy?"

"What was I so mad about..." she asked in confusion.

"Ah, uh... um..." Cilan began to stammer. "Are you sure you want to remember? Y-you might just lash out again..."

"I'm sure!" Burgundy replied impatiently.

"You failed the Connaisseurs exam."

Burgundy burst out in tears again, and a big sweatdrop formed behind Cilan's head.

"I'm so worthless!" Burgundy wailed once more. "I don't even deserve to breathe the same air as you!"

Cilan appeared nervous. "T-that's not true!"

"It is and you know it! You just pity me!"

"N-no, I-"

Burgundy dropped her defenses, and Cilan saw an opportunity and rushed forwards.

Their lips locked and in that instant, both parties completely simmered down.

The 'putain salle' and 'spice' reached a point of calmness and tranquility.

When Cilan released his grip, Burgundy was stunned. A single teardrop rolled down her chin and she just stared at Cilan.

"Shit..." mumbled Cilan to himself, as he now knew there was no turning back. Without using words, he confessed his love for the C-class Connaisseuse. As well, he took her first kiss.

He closed his eyes tight, expecting a slap in the face, but there was none.

Burgundy did not know how to respond to this obscene gesture.

Neither did Cilan.

Nurse Joy re-entered the room and saw Cilan sitting on the edge of the mattress and demanded that he'd leave.

As Cilan stood below the doorway, Burgundy called after him.

He turned around nervously, feeling he had already caused enough damage as is.

"Please... come back and visit tomorrow..." Burgundy pleaded.

Cilan was nervous, but nodded instinctively.

Burgundy smiled a smile he had never seen before; a loving, genuine smile; contrast to her usual malicious, spiteful, mischievious one.