Potions are great things.
A mixture of chemicals commonly found in Oran Berries and a special kind of steroid. The Oran Berry chemical, comically named "Ambrosia", soothes any pain and heals most wounds. Due to the concentrated nature, it heals more wounds than consuming an Oran Berry would. The steroid is charged in a manner that forces it through the phospholipid bilayers of surrounding cells and effectively boosts the rate of mitosis about fifty fold.
The original prototypes were dangerous – they could cause lumps and growths on a Pokémon's body if the user wasn't careful. Too much mitosis would occur, and it would just expand. But, thanks to science, the steroid lasts only long enough to develop a diminutive amount of scar tissue – which is almost immediately shed.
While most Trainers view potions as a panacea for their wounded partners, there are some wounds that potions cannot heal. Of course, certain wounds may earn psychological scars, which can only be healed by intense therapy and loving care. However, there are some wounds that Pokémon could never receive through a battle, but would only get in the wild.
These wounds normally bleed quite a lot, and end up leaving horrid scars. These wounds could be broken bones or hemorrhaged organs – perhaps brain trauma. The only way these can heal is through time and care, including bandages, sanitizing, and even surgery.
As a Pokémon Professor, I made a point of knowing the anatomy of most Pokémon inside and out. Armed with my medical license and the proper tools, I am able to perform surgery on over three hundred species of Pokémon. This count includes all humanoid Pokémon – that is, Pokémon with a striking resemblance to human anatomy.
I silently thank Arceus for that as I finish stitching the incision I had made just above the Gardevoir's left breast. Like most females of its species, its breasts are small and flat – the mammary glands are actually contained within its body; just atop the rib cage. However, during times of labor and childbearing, the breasts tend to expand outwards to allow for newborns to properly suckle. This could last for a few months.
Thankfully, this Gardevoir is not pregnant, which is especially relieving due to the barb that had been lodged within its mammary gland.
After having bandaged the Gardevoir's chest, I begin to carefully examine the rest of its body. Although, perhaps I should use the term "her" rather than "its" - given that it – she – is a female, of course.
I know that she is a female due to the presence of labia majora. The first thing I had done when I got her back to my camp was carefully strip her of her natural garments so I could examine her body. As I did so, I took note of her gender. I ended up having to kick Shinx out, as he was incredibly intrigued by the foreign genitalia.
Fuckin' pervert.
Once I'm satisfied that my work is done, I carefully pull the dress back onto the unconscious Gardevoir. Thankfully, the anesthetic that I had applied about a half hour ago is still in effect. I pull the stockings up the Pokémon's legs, and finish with the "panties". Of course, they aren't panties, but are actually a naturally developed article of clothing meant to avoid infection in the genitals.
Once she's regained modesty, I carefully roll up one of her sleeves so I can get access to her fractured arm. Whether the arm was fractured when Shinx tackled her or by something else, I still don't know.
After applying a splint to the limb, I tie it off with some bandage and place a sling over her shoulder. Once that's done, I begin to prepare her a meal for when she awakes.
To be totally honest, I'm surprised she was able to run so quickly. She's almost nothing but skin and bones, and I wouldn't be surprised if her last meal was two days ago. This explains her actions from earlier, and also adds a new level of concern and urgency to the situation. But I can't let that distract me from what I have to consider.
I need to be friendly and sympathetic. I can't be my usual self when I'm around humans – that is, caustic yet intellectual. I need to be caring and gentle, or I risk alienating her.
I sigh as I recline, and let Shinx back into the tent. He eagerly jumps into my lap and begins to knead his claws on my pant leg. I smile as he curls into a ball for a nap, and zip the tent closed before gently stroking his back and closing my eyes as I fully relax.
"Sleep tight, buddy," I whisper to him. "It's been a pretty long day, hasn't it?"
He purrs gently in response. I check over Gardevoir's form, as well as the restraint I carefully applied to her arm. If she wakes up and tries to "escape", she won't be able to leave the tent, and the bell will alert me. I don't know how I'll subdue her yet, but I know I'll have to be gentle.
Ugh, Arceus, hours upon hours of thinking this intellectually is really taking its toll...I mean, don't get me wrong, I love being a Professor and a scientist, but being driven to think like this every second of the day is sort of taxing. Even when I'm trying to relax, I find myself thinking analytically.
Quite honestly, it's a bitch, because I end up not having enough brainpower left to do simple things at the end of the day.
Maybe I won't think analytically tomorrow...
Ah, who am I kidding. It's probably in my fucking DNA by now.
In any case, sleep is beckoning, and Gardevoir's gonna be unconscious for the next few hours. I may as well get some shut-eye after that yummy dinner I had before.