Hey, everyone, this is another message from Rachel V.S. World. (OMG!)

I just want you to know that I am SO SORRY! :'(

For being two months late, that is.

I have had a lot happen to me in the past few months, what with school and love relationships (Yes, geeks CAN find love.) and webcomics, there's just so much that I have to get done.

Plus, the detasseling job that I have set up starts next week or the week after that, so I am mentally tired already.

And I'm just a lazy son-of-a-gun.

So, to make up for my lack of writing, I present to you with the next chapter. BUT WITH A LITTLE HUMOR! :D

Enjoy!

Seriously and Sincerely,

~ Rachel V.S. World

"C'mon, Silver!" A young voice beckoned. "Let's go find some more shells!"

"Wait up!" Silver stumbled in the sand. Circling the cliffside, he kept a tightened grip on the heavy burlap bag. Scrambling up the dune, the redhead peeked over the top, searching for his friend.

There, he saw her standing in the water, her shiny, brown hair waving in the breeze. Silver huffed, she's daydreaming again. He ran towards her, ready to tell her a thing or two about being distracted when there's work to be done. (That work being collecting shells…)

Then he tripped, and fell face-first into the sand. Spitting sand out of his mouth, he huffed again.

Silver's friend turned to him, her smiling face laughing at his clumsiness. "Well, look, it's Silver, at it again." She walked to where he lay ashamedly in the sand. "Maybe you should watch where you trip next time." The brunette giggled at her joke.

"Can it, Blue." Silver snarled. "YOU were the one staring at the water, being distracted. Besides…" He held up his bag, which clinked from the shells inside. "I thought we were collecting shells today."

Blue, dismissing his words, pulled him up from the sand. "C'mon, Silver. Quit thinking about shells, and come and enjoy the view for once." She tugged him in the direction of the sea, making Silver drop his bag.

"Collecting shells was your idea, though…" He mumbled, trudging unwillingly in her path as the bag was swept away in the waves of salty blue.

"Silver…"

"Silver…"

"Blue…" He mumbled unconsciously, shifting a little towards the warmth that now covered him, gently rocking him into a comfortable position. "The shells…"

Gold stiffened slightly at Silver's movements, but continued on, wondering what she was mumbling about. As he walked, the unconscious load in his arms, a quick but silent, wanting thought passed into his mind.

I could get used to this…

Shaking his head, he tried to ignore that stupid thought. She's a bad Trainer, she hates Pokémon. Don't think these kinds of things, Gold.

Gold moved his arms so that Silver's head was resting on his shoulder, not minding the small blood spot that was starting to stain his shirt. Looking at her face, framed by matted, burnt red hair, he said something almost accidentally, that Lyra, who was a few feet away, couldn't quite understand.

"Boy, does she look pretty when she's asleep…" Gold muttered aloud.

"NURSE JOY!"

The doors to the Goldenrod Pokémon Center slammed open, knocking over the resident Chansey. Three people urgently blocked the doorway; one of them an extremely apologetic brunette girl who was trying to help the overturned Chansey.

The others were two boys, one of them had a cap twisted around his head, mussing up the black hair that was sticking out, and was carrying the other, whose face was as red as the hair that covered his head, noticeably clinging to the other boy's shirt in an attempt not to fall off.

Nurse Joy face palmed, wondering why she had taken this shift.

"Nurse Joy!" Gold started again, this time with more urgency. "I need some help!"

"Oh-…right. Anyway...Welcome to the Pokémon Center. Would you like me to heal your Pokémon for you?" She said, a deadpanned expression on her pretty face.

"Yeah, I kind of need some medical assistance here." He said, with a similar tired look, motioning to the embarrassed redhead in his arms.

"Okay, place…"

Nurse Joy looked at the child again, slightly confused. Is that person a boy… or a girl? She inwardly shrugged. Meh. Maybe they're bishounen.

"…The injured person on the cot."

"O-okay." Gold moved towards the cot, gently placing Silver, who was now asleep (probably from sheer boredom) on the small bed. The Chansey waddled over, wheeling the "injured person" down the hall. Gold noticed that the Chansey sported a black eye, and was limping.

Gosh, that poor Chansey...Gold thought as he sat down in the waiting bench next to Lyra. "What do they do to the Pokémon here…?" He wondered aloud. Lyra absentmindedly shrugged and picked up a magazine, wondering about the latest news of the Morty scandal.

Bahaha, yes, I am a COMEDY GENIUS! XD (*COUGHSARCASM*)

Anywho, I thought it would be nice to introduce a sarcastic Nurse Joy in this one. Don't hate, I just thought it was the appropriate time. I already have a bunch of awkward moments planned for her. Hehehe...

Also, I apologize, but you guys will have to wait until the next chapter to see why Silver was so dramatically injured. Sorry about that. :P

Sincerely,

~ Rachel V.S. World