In the midst of searing pain, the world around me became a chaotic symphony of sounds and flashes of blinding light. Each moment was a struggle as I clung to consciousness, the agony intertwining with disorienting sensations. My senses, overwhelmed by pain, played tricks on me, distorting the reality of the situation.

I felt like I was caught in an erratic dance, drifting in and out of consciousness. The tormenting sporadic flashes of light, blinding my vision. At times, the pain seemed to ebb, offering brief relief, only to return with renewed intensity.

Suddenly, a brilliant light pierced through the chaos, engulfing my senses. It felt warm, almost comforting, but it signaled an impending unconsciousness. I succumbed to the brightness, my grip on consciousness slipping away.

When awareness returned, it was a fragmented existence. Flashes of Nurse Joy, the sterile environment of a hospital stretcher, and the hurried movements of a doctor blurred together. Thoughts were mere fragments, elusive and insubstantial. Lethargy gripped me, and even the formation of coherent thoughts seemed like a distant feat.

I floated in and out of consciousness, each return marked by glimpses of the medical setting and the hushed voices of those attending to me. Time became irrelevant to me.

Then came the dreamlike interlude, my subconscious delved into the tapestry of memories. Scenes from my past life unraveled before my mind's eye – the warmth of my parents, the bustling camaraderie of a large joint family, the concealed absence of close friends, the triumph of medical school graduation. It was a nostalgic journey through moments that had shaped me.

Abruptly, my eyes snapped open to the reality of a sterile white ceiling and the rhythmic beeps of an ECG. The clinical ambiance of the hospital room enveloped me. The transition from dreams to reality was disorienting.

Medical professionals swiftly attended to me, their voices and movements a blur. As the pain surged through me, my thoughts gravitated toward my Pokémon team. The concern etched on my face must have been evident, prompting a nurse to administer pain relievers through the IV. Despite the discomfort, I strained my voice, a murmur escaping past the tube designed to stave off the risk of lung collapse.

"M-M My team?" I managed to articulate, the urgency tinged with worry.

The attending doctor responded with assurance, "They are fine. Rest for a moment."

A moment, I thought, more like an eternity. The heaviness of my eyelids claimed me once again, pulling me into the shadows of sleep as the beeping of the machines rang.

AFTER 1 WEEK FROM INCIDENT, Saffron Hospital

After a week of unconsciousness, I gradually awoke to find myself shrouded in bandages, particularly on my hands – a protective layer allowing movement – and across my chest. The intricate burns seemed to form a filigree pattern from chest to hands, though in reality, the burns had originated in the opposite direction.

The attending doctor remarked, "I must say, if it weren't for the advancements in electric surgery and specialists dedicated to electric injuries, your fate could have been dire."

Nodding in acknowledgment, I inquired about my condition, "So, how's my situation, doc?"

The physician's response carried a somber tone, "Despite the treatment from Joy treatment, you bear scars in a tree-like pattern from your chest to neck, with the majority concentrated on your back. Ironically, your hands were spared due to this box being in the direct contact with your hands leading it to absorbing most of the electricity." My gaze shifted to the box nearby, a device that had shielded my hands from the brunt of the attack.

The doctor continued, "You are fortunate the eye was saved. Thanks to the swift intervention of an eye specialist, you avoided losing it. Nevertheless, there will be lifelong complications even with the eye's preservation."

As the reality of the situation sunk in, I didn't know what to feel. AI, bring up my details of my body.

[Medical Report:

Patient Name: Archer

Injuries:
-Severe burns spanning back, chest to neck, forming a tree-like pattern.
-Concentrated burns on the back, significant but managed to treat
-Extensive burns on hands, spared from direct contact by a protective device.
-Eye injury, narrowly saved by the intervention of an eye specialist.
Treatment:
Electric Surgery: Specialized procedure performed to treat burns caused by electric attacks. Advanced techniques were employed to address the intricate burns on the chest, neck, and back.
Bandages: Application of bandages on hands and chest to facilitate movement and protect healing tissues.
Eye Specialist Intervention: Swift action by an eye specialist saved the patient's eye from permanent damage. Continuous monitoring and follow-up required.
Oxygen Therapy: Administered to counter the effects of smoke inhalation during the electric attack.
Joy treatment: Named after the Joy clan, it is an advanced combination therapy of Medical, Surgical and Pokemon Healing moves. Said to bring a person back from the brink of dead.

Complications:
-Lifelong Scarring: Despite advanced treatment, the patient bears a distinctive tree-like scar pattern on the chest and neck. Unable to heal due to the properties of Zapdos electricity. Needs Further investigation.
-Hand Movement Limitations: While hands were spared from direct burns, movement may be affected due to the extent of the injuries.
-Eye Complications: Despite preservation, the patient is expected to face ongoing challenges and complications related to the eye injury.
Prognosis: Patient Archer is expected to recover within a month, but the extent of scarring and complications will necessitate ongoing medication for long time. ]

" I must say , if it wasn't for the development electric surgeons that specialise in electric injuries I would have died "

"That's right . But it was close thing. For all the reverence we have to the leganderies it is there attacks that leave one marked for life."

I then said in a dull manner, "Yes, It was joke for me to make a deal with them. In a way it did fulfill it but it's just that I am not a concern for it. So, it didn't bother with the details and just fulfullied it's end of the deal. I have one question , sir"

Docter leaned forward and asked me, "What?"

"Where is my team?"

The doctor, maintaining a professional demeanor, responded, "Your Pokémon team is safe and well. They've been under the care of the Pokémon Center here. Nurse Joy ensured they received the necessary attention and care during your recovery."

A wave of relief washed over me. "Thank you, Doctor. Can I see them?"

"Of course," he replied, "but take it easy. Your recovery is still ongoing, and we want to avoid any undue stress. Nurse Joy will assist you."

As Nurse Joy entered the room, she greeted me with a warm smile. "Good to see you awake, Archer. Your Pokémon have been waiting to see you."

She helped me to a wheelchair, and we made our way to the Pokémon Center's recovery area. The familiar faces of my team brought a mix of emotions – joy, gratitude, and a tinge of guilt for what they might have gone through during my incapacitation.

Rookidee fluttered over, chirping happily, while Annihilape pounded its chest with a deep, reassuring growl.

The aftermath of the legendary encounter had left its mark on my team. Eevee and Rookidee, along with the vulnerable Kakuna, were physically unharmed, eliciting a sigh of relief from me. However, my gaze shifted to Kleavor, its once sturdy armor now marred with cracks, and Annihilape, sporting a burnt scar just below its eye. Tears welled up as I took in their battle-worn appearances.

Worry gripped me as I noticed the absence of Electabuzz, Vigoroth, and Rotomdex. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the approaching footsteps. The ground trembled slightly with each step, and I turned to witness a towering Slaking, scars mirroring mine, all over his body with particular clawed out scar on its face. Electabuzz perched on its shoulder had more bandages than me. Rotomdex, ever vocal, floated alongside them, scolding the massive ape.

"Stupid ape, you shouldn't be moving!" Rotomdex chattered.

Electabuzz leaped from Slaking's shoulder to me, while Rotomdex continued its reprimand.

Chameleon jumped on me for a hug, luckily without signs of injuries, it seems the Zapdos at least stood on it's words of protection to the Charizard group.

I pulled them all into a tight hug, a mixture of relief and concern coursing through me. With a solemn tone, I vowed, "If we were ants to that legendary, I promise you all, one day, we'll make it experience the same fear and helplessness we felt."

""""""""""""ROAR"""""""""""

A resounding roar echoed, not just from Slaking but from the entire team, a collective expression of determination.