"My mind is still a bit foggy, how did the robbers turn out to be real Emily?" "Well, when me and the Excadrills were about to go in and fake the robbery, we got knocked out. Another Excadrill who saw them fore he too got knocked out saw a group of Zoroark behind us. They must have transformed into us to keep their identity hidden." "So that's how you got this? You sure it's okay?" I say reaching my hand up to her head. "Forget about it, I hardly feel it anymore. What's important now is you. The doctors here say that somehow they can make you walk again, but it'll take a while."

"What was the point of doing this stupid thing again?" 'It was to make you seem awesome. Since that both resulted positive, and well...negative, I think it's time for plan B, we have to make Tom look bad, but that can wait for later, see ya!" She says walking off.

"Wait!" "What is it?" "Why are you helping me on this so much? As far as I know I've done nothing to deserve your help." A nervous frown spreads across her face as I say this. "I...just have my reasons. Bye." She stutters exiting the room. She seems worried about something. As curious as I am about it, she deserves her privacy.

I watch some television a bit and chat with the Vigoroth and Magmar for a while. They are both incredibly mad about this whole thing being real and if they could walk, they'd kick the shit out of me. I hope that they'll calm down when we can use our legs again. After a little while I decide to take a nap, wick quickly turned into a power sleep. I dozed off just with the snap of fingers (Not that I'd know about that not having any fingers).

After a while, I see something strange. I know that it's a dream, but it feels like it's real. I am in a blank area with a bunch of dark figures looking at me. One of them walk up to me. I can't tell who it is because the face is blurred out, but a feminine voic leaks out of it and says: "Shall we?". I don't know why, but I decide to dance with the figure. We dance with eachother for a what seems like hours, with classical music flowing through my ears, until we stop.

The figure just looks up at me for a minute. Then: "N-no...no...no, no, no, no, no!" The figures shouts running off crying out. "Wait, come back!" I call out running after her, but I fall into a black abyss.

"GAH! *Huff, Puff* Oh, thank Arceus, just a nightmare, but what a strange one though." I say jolting up in my bed, beads of sweat dripping down my face. I try to brush it off and go back to sleep, but my mind denies the idea, so I choose to just sit and wait for the sun to rise.

A hour or so later and yellow Ray's burst out for the tree tops and shine into the room. Morning finally. The others wake up shortly. I ask them what dreams they had, but their's were way more happier than mine. One of which was they were stranded on a deserted island, but there was a beautiful Milotic with him, they made love and drank wine for the rest of the night. The other was winning the lottery. I guess their minds are allready over the confusion.

"Hey Marvin! "Lucy? What're you doing here?" "I came to give you something for saving everyone." "It wasn't just me, they helped too." "I know, and I thank them both as well, but can't you just accept my gift?" She says bringing a box out from behind her back It's a long, purple box with a white ribbon tied around it. "I hope you like the colour orange. I din't really know what your favourite colour was." I open up the box to find a pair of gloves. Gloves in the shape of my scythe hands.

"I...wow, they're awesome!" "Really? Oh, I'm glad you like them. Tom knitted them for you." "Then tell him I said th...wait, Tom knitted them?" "Everyone has a hobby, and knitting is Toms. Don't worry, they're not booby trapped or anything, he's over me cheating on him with you." "Okay, well tell him I said thank you." I chirp sliding them on. They are a tad big, but that doesn't completely matter, they still warm up my arms with the extra amount of wool which is good.

"Merry Christmas Marvin." "Christmas?" "Um, we didn't tell you that you all had an operation, rather long one as well." "How long?" "Uh, one to two months I think?" "So it's Christmas now?" It's December 15th, Christmas season is what I should have said." "So, does that mean that I can...walk?" "I don't know, maybe?" "I...I'll try." I say sliding my legs off the mattress, dangling them over the edge of it. I fear that my legs will snap and I will crumble to the floor, but you only live once, so I have to take chances. I jump off the bed, and let gravity take my weight.

"How do the doctors even do this? I was shot in the legs, I should be crippled!" "I guess if doctors in mortal combat can revive people from the dead, I'm sure Pokemon doctors can fix one bullet to the knee." (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about that fourth wall break there, I just had to say it =D.)

"Am I allowed to leave now?" "I guess, I don't know. Anyway, I've got to go, seeya!" "Bye!" I say waving her as she walks out the door. Moments later, a doctor walks in and suggests that even though my legs have healed, they reccomend staying one more night for them to be sure they won't collapse again. I guess they are the smarter ones, so I'll listen to them.

I wonder what I'm going to do with nine thousand, one hundred and 20 poké when I get out.

Use it for someone special.