Okay, I'm gonna put this for those who do not know: if you suspect a child has been kidnapped call 1-800-THE-LOST.

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Nintendo or any part of it. I once again want to give thanks to srgeman for allowing me to use Michael and Angela (Angel) from his story A Little Night Music.

Thanks to Lady of Darkfire, srgeman, the book master, annoyed by you, and Notmyre Alname5 for the reviews!

srgeman, let me know if I get the last name wrong.)

Chapter 10

I awoke hearing the sound of beeping machines. I was sore, really sore, even though I wasn't the one pratically drop-kicked into a tree. Susan and Michael were no where to be found, however, Angel was right beside me, passed out. I was hungry, so I started screaming. I also wanted Susan.

"Sorry Eevee 2." A red haired nurse replied, "Your trainer cannot come in here." She paused. "Are you hungry?"

"MY NAME IS NOT EEVEE 2 IT'S SIERRA! OR KIARA OR WHATEVER THE HECK I SHOULD GO BY NOW!" I shouted, only for it to come out a bunch of angry vees.

Angel stirred beside me. She didn't wake up, which suprised me. "No, I don't want a pony." she mumbled.

I chuckled. It hurt, really hurt. My head and neck were bothering me, and I looked at my leg only to discover I had an IV in it! I started pawing at it.

"No no." The nurse told me, lightly bopping my nose, which hurt like crazy, "Leave it."

"You ain't my trainer." I replied point blank, "I don't have to listen to you."

Angel stirred then yawned. She looked around and asked woozily, "Where am I?"

"Pokemon center, I think." I replied. I started to chew on the IV.

I hated needles. Even when I was a little kid getting shots, I hated them. The nurse somehow got them stuck in my arm and had to use needlenose pliers to remove it. Then, when I was in the ER for a cancer screening required by my boarding school, the nurse shot the needle into my arm, drew the blood, then it wouldn't stop bleeding! Since then, I have been afraid of needles, and IVs, because they involved needles and why am I telling you this?

"No no Eevee." The nurse smacked me again, only much harder. "Leave it alone."

"You ain't my trainer dang it." I replied, looking at the nurse in the eye.

Suddenly, a Chansy walked in. "Nurse Joy, we have a Level 1 emergency." It said. Since it spoke Pokespeech, however, all that came out was different tones of "Chan! Chansy!"

"Thank God." I muttered. I looked at the Chansy and asked, "Why am I here?"

"Honestly, Kiara," Angel replied, "You passed out in Susan's arms."

"I thought I fell asleep." I replied.

"Nope. Traumatic stress." The Chansy replied, "Nothing unusual for a newborn Eevee." It eyeballed me before adding, "But, from what your trainer told Nurse Joy, you were shaking so bad, to her, it felt like a bumpy car ride."

"And Angel?" I asked.

"Well gee," Angel replied sarcastically, "I bit down on a stranger's leg, which tasted like fucking Louis did," She noticed my blank stare and added, "Don't ask."

"Not going to." I replied.

"Anyways," Angel replied, "I was flung like a rag doll into a tree and then pratically beaten out of it! And you saw the whole thing!"

"Well...sorry." I replied.

Susan then walked in. She looked at me, the teeth marks on the IV, then back at me and shook her head. "Kiara, leave the IV alone." She replied.

Angel snickered.

"What?" I asked.

"Now you HAVE to leave the IV alone." Angel replied, grinning, "Susan commanded you to."

"Piss off." I replied.

Angel just grinned.

Nurse Joy came back in. "Sorry, had an emergency." She replied. She looked at Susan and said, "Excuse me, miss, but if you wanted a tour of the Pokemon Center you have to schedule a tour with your school."

I laughed. Susan looked at me and said, "One of those Eevees is mine. The other belongs to a friend of mine and he asked me to get it for him."

"Oh, you must be..." Nurse Joy asked, looking at a clipboard, then added, "Susan Carmichaels?"

"Yup." Susan replied.

"The second Eevee belongs to...Michael Vercelli." Nurse Joy replied.

"Yes?" Susan asked.

Nurse Joy bought it. "Okay, I need you to sign these wavier forms, health records pulled up from both of your Pokedexes..." and the list continued. All I heard from Nurse Joy after that point was "Blah blah blah, blah blah blahblah blah."

"Geez, you think the list can't get any longer?" Angel asked as Susan was frantically signing papers with a pink pen.

"It could be worse," I replied, "We could have to take medications."

"I might. You just fainted from stress."

"Good point."

"All set!" Nurse Joy chirped.

I looked up to see Nurse Joy hand Susan two bottles of pills. "One of those is for Michael's Eevee. They're painkillers. She is going to be fine but will need to take those once daily."

"Got it." Susan replied as she shoved the pills in her pocket.

I gave Angel a sympathetic look.

"The other set is for yours." Nurse Joy added, "Since your Eevee is only about a few hours, maybe even a day old, it's a liquid medicine made to taste like a mother's milk."

I made a sour face. "Yuck." Angel and I replied.

"You can either mix it with her formula for the next three weeks or you can give it to her straight up." Nurse Joy continued, "She can battle but she has to take it easy."

"Got it." Susan replied as she stuffed the bottle in her pocket. She watched as Nurse Joy removed the IVs from Angel's and my arms and picked us up. "Let's go to the hotel." Susan announced. We exited the Pokemon Center, smiling.