Yes, I'm back. I'm actually doing something on fanfiction. (This is just to clarify that I haven't died and let my ghost run rampant on fanfiction…)
Do you really think I own Pokémon? Hah, I wish!
Humans milled around the party aimlessly – all except Seig. He was not completely sure when he noticed that Willow was missing, but when he did, a small cold hand of fear gripped his heart. None of the other Pokémon were there, either.
He looked around, ever so slightly panicked. Until he saw Layla, the Poochyena pup demanding Rhiannon's attention. Rhiannon frowned, and repeated – just loud enough for Seig to hear – "Willow's done what?"
He must have seemed calm on the outside, yet he was internally fearing the worst. Approaching the girl, he asked, "What's happened?"
Rhiannon shrugged. "I think they've started a massive battle on the sea shore – I'm not sure though…"
And just like that, Seig was off like a shot in the direction of the beach. After a few puzzled seconds, most of the other humans followed him.
He fought his way through the thick undergrowth, gaining more than a few scratches on his arms and legs, but he hardly noticed. All he needed was to know that Willow was alright.
As the beach came into view, he could easily see it was chaos. Pokémon without direction from their trainers tended to be very messy in fights – too busy fighting to think about what they were doing. Both sides seemed to be fighting tooth and claw, and were evenly matched.
Far off, Seig spotted Willow, an agile purple blur skirting around Rolo, trying desperately not to get hit by Rollout while still trying to use a move of her own. With a yell, Seig ran, scooping Willow up and out of harms way. A second later, Rolo collided with Seig's right leg, resulting in a heavy, echoing crack. The boy crumpled, still keeping Willow safe by some unknown instinct.
Seig could not breath – he was winded by the fall – but that seemed utterly insignificant in the light of the intense pain in his leg. The world was blacked out in a haze of pain.
'Seig!' Willow shouted psychically.
Miraculously, the other Pokémon had stopped battling when Seig had got hurt, and looked on in horror. Humans just weren't supposed to get hurt in Pokémon battles – it went against every instinct they had.
The other humans rushed on the scene – in Haru's case, recalling his Pokémon – before surrounding the injured Seig.
"Are you alright?" Zero asked.
Seig groaned – the fact that he was on the floor, clutching his leg in pain was no indication? "I think Rolo's broken my leg," he answered sharply.
Fossil looked at Rolo. The Phanpy gave a cute shrug, before recalling herself in a flash of red light.
Willow growled under her breath at Rolo's retreat, before turning her attention to her human trainer.
'Hold still,' she said, and a psychic glow appeared around Seig's leg.
"Have you healed it?" Seig wondered, when his leg no longer hurt.
'I only numbed the pain. It's a type of illusion. I couldn't have healed it - I might have done it wrongly, and it would have just broken again.'
Seig nodded, then noticed his friends. "Well? Aren't you going to help?"
Everyone managed to look sheepish and mumble a reply. In the end, Haru and Zero helped him up, each one supporting one of his arms and most of his weight. Together, they managed to limp slowly in a grotesque impression of a 'four-legged' race. While it didn't hurt due to Willow's 'illusion', they were deathly afraid of jarring it. Eventually, they managed to get back to Seig's house, only to be attacked by Monica.
"Seig, what's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"
Seig sighed. "I might have broken my leg. That's it."
"We have to get you to the hospital!" Monica exclaimed.
Seig's expression was struck with horror, and Willow pressed her delicate frame as close to her trainer as she could.
"Hospital?" Seig asked, keeping the fear out of his voice for the most part.
Understandably, Seig was not fond of hospitals. They always reminded him of the illness he had had, and instinctively, he knew Willow felt the same way.
"Well, your leg needs to be strapped in place, or it could heal crooked," Monica explained gently. "Or not at all."
"Um, if Seig doesn't want to go to the hospital, couldn't you get a doctor out here?" Zero asked.
As this was the first sensible thing anyone could remember Zero saying, they were surprised, but acted on the advice. Ten minutes later, the doctor arrived – a seemingly kindly old man, who had seen his fair share of Pokémon-related accidents.
As he set Seig's leg, he recounted a tale from his earlier days as a doctor. "You know, you're going to laugh, but there was this guy who was completely unconscious when he got brought into the hospital – we had no idea what had happened. We tried remedies for everything – blunt trauma, hypnosis, any other sleep inducing moves, but nothing worked."
"So, what happened?" Seig wondered, trying to ignore his leg being forced back into alignment.
"Well, we checked his medical record, and apparently he had got a pacemaker a few months previously, and he's this big Pachirisu breeder, right? Well, by the time we realised this-"
Seig frowned. "I thought you said this was a funny story."
"Oh, yes, absolutely. Dreadfully funny. As I was saying, the post mortem revealed-"
"I'm sorry," Seig muttered abruptly, cutting off the doctor, "Could you just focus on fixing my leg?"
To be honest, Seig was starting to wonder if all the doctors on the island were sadistic, or whether it was just his bad luck to encounter them all.
It wasn't long before Seig's leg was strapped up and the doctor sent swiftly packing. Seig was limping with his leg in a cast for almost three months, but luckily, nothing incredibly important happened, due to a freak inspiration dry up from the almighty deity which ruled that world.
After those three months, however, an event was to happen, which would change everything forever...
It's short. It's massively overdue. And it feels slapdash. But, I'm ending it there, with the promise of another chapter soon…honest…
Anyway, leave me a review, make me happy? It would help me to not abandon this again, honest…
Next time, on Saralli Caira High: As the school stared at the tropical waters ahead, they all knew that this would be no ordinary field trip…