I really didn't have the energy to dodge the oncoming Flame Thrower directed at me. Even if I did I wouldn't be able to move fast enough because of my foot. So my only option was to just lie there, awaiting the stream of fire to turn me to nothing but ash. However, in that moment, my vision was blocked off.

I knew that I wasn't unconscious. If I was, I wouldn't be able to see the orange glow of the fire bouncing off whatever it was that was in front of me. I really couldn't see. Just this thing in front of me.

Then, I heard someone ask, "Are you all right? I'm so sorry!"

"Yeah, sure you are," another voice said, though this one appeared to be coming right above me.

The thing in front of me moved, allowing me to see again. Apparently, the Heracross had somehow got in front of me and took the attack, for when he turned about to face me, I noticed that his front side had some serious major burns.

"Hey this little guy doesn't seem to be looking so well," the Heracross said to the Torkoal. "He looks like he's been through torture."

I wanted to laugh, somehow finding that totally ironic about what he had said. But my voice wasn't responding. My throat was burning and caused me to cough silently. I looked back up at the Heracross who stared at me in confusion and raised eyebrows before he heard a crack and looked around the forest.

He must have finally realized that the forest was on fire, for his eyes were wide with surprise.

"Oh!" he said, sounding surprised. "The forest!"

"Huh!?" the Torkoal said, also looking around and gasping. "Did I do all this?"

"Well you're the only fire type aside from this guy," the Heracross said. "So yeah, you did. But it's also my fault as well. I was the one to pick a fight with you."

"So then we're both equally guilty then," the Torkoal said.

"Yeah," the Heracross said sadly. "What should we do? The forest is already destroyed. So putting it out wouldn't matter anymore."

"Well what about all the other pokemon?" the Torkoal asked. "There may be some still trapped."

Good idea," the Heracross said. "Let's go."

"Hold up," the Torkoal said as the Heracross began heading into the woods. "What about the Cyndaquil?"

"Oh!" the Heracross said. "I almost forgot about him. I'll take him the city and find some help. Help any other pokemon who are trapped."

"Don't take too long," the Torkoal said.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," the Heracross said.

I felt myself being picked up and held in the Heracross' arms before feeling the rush of air beating against my face. I barely knew what was going on, for I blacked out.

--

I felt fresh air enter my lungs as I began to regain consciousness. Everything was still dark, but that was only because my eyes were still shut. With a deep breath, I slowly opened them, instantly meeting a blinding, bright light in my face.

My head was beginning to hurt and I instantly shut my eyes. The pain was now coming to me the more I woke. I wish now I was still asleep. I groaned, raising my paws to my eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them.

I heard something creak and froze, wondering what was going on.

"Oh good, you're awake," someone said.

"Wh-Who's there?" I asked worriedly, my dry throat feeling a bit itchy.

"There's no need to worry," the voice said. "You're in perfectly good hands."

"What's going on?" I asked. "Where am I? Who are you?"

"Calm down now, little one," the voice said soothingly. "I am Nurse Chansey and you are in the Violet City Pokemon Center."

"Violet City?" I asked.

"That's right," the so-called nurse said. "You've been out of it for a while now."

"How did I end up in Violet City?" I asked.

"Some Heracross brought you in," the nurse said. "And you were in a really bad state from how you looked."

"How so?" I asked.

"Well you had eaten a Tomato berry from the burn on your lips," the nurse said. "There was smoke in your lungs, your right foot is fractured, your eyes are swollen and puffy, and you had multiple other injuries."

"Oh," I said. Now that I thought about it, I did kind of feel my foot feeling a little funny. If only this blinding light was shining in my eyes I would probably be able to see better.

"Why does my head hurt so much?" I said aloud.

"My guess is due to all the smoke you inhaled," Nurse Chansey replied. "Smoke can do that to others."

"Oh," I said again.

"Then again, it could possibly be caused because of the number of days you slept," Nurse Chansey said. "In which case you've slept for two days."

I sighed to myself, not really surprised that I slept for that long. After all, I just seemed to be wasting so many days of my life away.

"This light is bothering me," I said after a while of silence, except for the usual noise made by Nurse Chansey. "I can't even open my eyes."

"Well you won't be needing to see until tomorrow," Nurse Chansey said.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because I'm giving you a sedative to help you sleep better," Nurse Chansey replied. "Your headache should be gone tomorrow when you wake up, but you will be sore still. But on the bright side, you should be able to see a bit more clearly."

"O.K.," I said, shrugging my shoulders, which caused my muscles to ache.

I then felt something wet on my arm, rubbing around. Then, I felt a very sharp pain enter my arm. I groaned in pain, my itchy throat feeling more swollen than my eyes. The sharp thing was pulled out as suddenly as it was put in and almost immediately I felt myself starting to get drowsy.

"Nighty night," was all I heard Nurse Chansey say before I drifted off to sleep again.