A/N: Here is the second chapter of TWP. Hope you enjoy reading and if you would leave a review so that I can see where I can improove then I would be most grateful.

Disclaimer: I, though I wish I did, Don't own the rights to pokémon. PMD or any other parts of said, only my OC's.

Pain.

Pain was the first thing he felt upon gaining even a sliver of consciousness, and it threatened to drive that away with its ferocity. All he knew was that he had never felt like this in all his life, and that he would rate it above all other things in his life, as the worst.

He couldn't even remember his name it was so bad, so he lay there quietly trying both to ignore the pain, which failed dismally, and to remember what might have caused his current situation. As he lay there grappling with his problems he became aware that he could hear voices close by but couldn't discern what they were saying. In an effort to find out, he tried to move but quickly realised his mistake as the pain soared once again.

He then realised that Arceus had given him eyes for a reason, 'You fool, why didn't you think of that,' he thought savagely berating his uncharacteristic idiocy. As he opened them at last his sore mind was assaulted by two sensations. Firstly a realisation that he was in an unfamiliar bed in the dark and, secondly, a blast of sound straight in his right ear as someone screamed, which made him wince instantly.

The voices further away stopped and he heard a door opening and closing as he tried to gain the courage to open his eyes once more, hopefully without a barrage of sound in his ear.

"What is it, why did you scream so suddenly Chrissie, nearly gave me a bloody 'eart attack that did!," said a slightly sarcastic voice from his left as he finally managed to open his eyes again.

"H he's awake! He opened his eyes, I saw them. I thought you said he'd be out for way longer Blissey...," said a female voice that he definitely recognised. He also realised that she was indeed the one who had blasted his poor ear with such an unsightly sound a few moments ago.

"Shocking, simply shocking," said a slow deep voice from the foot of the bed. "Blissey is very rarely wrong on medical matters and I should know." The voice said this with an odd expression in its tone which the young eevee could not figure out right away.

"Grumpig's ears... Well bury me in ice and call me a fire breather he really is awake!" said the voice to his left as his eyes finally adjusted to the waking world again and he took in the fuzzy outline of Chrissie standing by his head looking as if she'd been holding in tears until a few moments ago.

A dry cracking grunt escaped his throat as he tried to move his locked up mouth and say something. "Water, and some berry juices now before you try to say anything mister," said Blissey rather sternly as she pressed a bowl of water into his mouth.

He drank some and relished the cold flow chasing away some of the pain and soaking into his achingly dry throat. He opened his mouth to speak and was met with a fragrant drink of berry juices almost immediately.

The taste was almost indescribable as it went down rejuvenating and releasing tension as it sank in. "Now, how are you feeling little one, better, worse, somewhere in the middle the likes of which we wouldn't possibly be able to understand?" she asked with an oddly sharp if exceedingly kind smile while someone in the background snorted in an attempt not to laugh.

He looked to the source of the snort and jumped slightly out of fear and awe as he took in the pokémon in question. 'I can't believe it, that's THE Lord Garchomp!' he though desperately before a fresh wave of pain erupted through him and he had to fight not to cry out.

"Oooww" he groaned simply as he honestly couldn't keep it in any longer.

Blissey chuckled and said kindly, "Well at least your mind's still there 'ey Jazz, brain still ticking over..."

"Honestly Blissey," rumbled the slow voice, which turned out to be the large blue land shark pokémon, "you would make light out of death if you didn't keep saving them unexpectedly like you always do."

"Now, you know me, and I'd 'ave thought by now that you'd realise that I save almost every patient, so certainly not unexpectedly..." she paused for a moment before continuing, "...though I do not claim this recovery as one of my doing."

"Jazz we were so worried when we woke up and found out you were so badly hurt!" Chrissie said quickly stemming the other two. "What happened after we went down?"

"I don't even know where I am let alone what happened then," said Jazz weakly. "Where am I exactly, by the way?"

"I think I can explain that," said another voice from beside Garchomp as he stepped out of the shadows. Jazz looked him over and saw a tall bipedal pokémon with a white face, lower body and legs, green upper body, head and arms with the characteristic long sharp elbow blades retracted. His head had a teal crest on top and he had a gem like red horn in the centre of his chest and upper back.

"I am sure you are wondering who I am and why I know of your fight with the granbull and his group," said the Gallade said in a measured yet musical voice. "Know then that I am Shruikan of Team Maker and that I observed your battle from the trees behind you."

"You never said you were there the whole time!" said a controlled but obviously distraught voice from behind Chrissie. She walked over to stand beside the bed next to Chrissie and Jazz sighed in relief as he saw her as he thought she might have been hurt almost as badly as he obviously was.

Shruikan took in the look on Em's face before smiling at the young Kirlia and calmly saying, "The subject was never raised my dear and you were naturally more concerned for your friend here than for my story."

"Just tell us what happened please!" demanded Chrissie, some of her trademark Riolu temper escaping her as she clamoured for an answer to her question.

"Quite right, I shall tell my tale then."