Sorry for the long wait. I couldn't figure out what I was thinking for this next chapter.

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Ch. 2

"Okay, now what do we have to go on?" Ash asked looking over at me.

"Go over to the police station," Nurse Joy told us coming out of the back room. "I've never seen a Pokemon this hurt before. Officer Jenny should be informed about this."

"How's Tranquil?" I asked, desperately. Ah, what just… hit my back? A wrecking ball? I grabbed the front desk gasping for air. What's going on here?

"Trip! Hey, are you okay?" Ash asked me.

"Co- Conkeldurr," I gasped. I just know something's happening to Conkeldurr right now. Wait a minute… Tranquil's left wing is broken and… and my left arm is broken… I felt rocks or something hitting my busted arm. And now I'm feeling my back getting hit and no one is behind me?

"Your Tranquil will have to stay here for at least a week to fully recover," Nurse Joy told me. "You should take it easy too. I'll take care of your Tranquil, okay?"

I could only nod as I staggered outside. I went back down to the building I woke up in. A hospital building… Ash followed me as I dug around in my bag.

"Trip, what are you looking for?" he asked again. I didn't answer him as I pulled out a sketch book. I sat down in a chair, flipping through the pages to a certain sketch I made.

"Wow, Trip. That's really good," Ash said looking down at the sketch I stopped on. It was a sketch of me and my pokemon. Tranquil as my wings, Conkeldurr holding me up… a strong back like it has… Frillish as my legs to carry me anywhere in the region, Lampent as my chest/strong rib cage, Serperior as my head, and… and Vanillite… she's my caring heart… my pokemon standing in those spots.

Maybe… maybe… no wait. That can't be possible. I shouldn't be able to feel my pokemon's pain, just our strong bond with each other.

"Oh there you are, kid," said a doctor, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned my head towards him in a snap. "You need to rest for at least two more days. Your ankle is still healing; you shouldn't be standing on it for very long…"

"WHAT?!" I shouted in disbelief. I couldn't believe what he just told me. "I am not going to just sit here knowing the creeps that took my pokemon are hurting them so badly! I'm going to get my pokemon back now!" I shoved my sketch book back in my bag before flung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my orange jacket and stormed out of the hospital without waiting for Ash.

"Trip! Hey, wait up!"

"Pikachu, pika!" Ash and his Pikachu got in front of me before I could go any further.

"Get out of my way," I demanded slightly.

"I told you that we'll help you get them back, but we need a better idea of where those guys are at first!" Ash shouted at me.

I suddenly felt a rock wreaker attack hit my back. I fell to the ground letting go of my jacket and landed on my knees. There's no doubt about it now… I'm feeling what my pokemon are feeling right now!

"Trip! Trip, what's wrong?! Trip!" Ash shouted in worry, knelling beside me.

"I can feel their…" I whispered out. I'm dumbstruck right now.

"You can fell what? Trip!"

"I can feel my pokemon's pain," I told Ash looking at him with a serious look. Now Ash looks dumbstruck to hear that, even his Pikachu looked at a loss.

"Are you… serious?" Ash stuttered.

"Dead serious," I told him. "Remember the sketch I let you see? Tranquil's left wing is broke and so is my left arm." I tried getting up. "This… this is the third time I've felt something hitting my back really hard. Which tells me that… Conkeldurr is getting hurt. If… aaaaahhhhh!" I screamed suddenly because now my ankle feels like its being twisted all the way around and a brick break attack is repeatedly slamming down on it. Ow, now my entire leg feels like its being ripped to shreds! "Conkeldurr! Frillish!" Great now I'm crying. You can't blame me can you? This pain is too unbearable!

I hear Ash gasp sharply once I was finally able to breathe. Turning towards him a bit… he's looking at my back.

"You've got a huge bruise on your back, Trip," he said shocked. I couldn't talk at the moment. I'm still trying to catch my breath. "What the- you're ankle is bleeding Trip!"

Huh, no wonder why I feel my sock getting drenched. My eyes stay wide as I still try catching my breath from screaming so much. Wha-what am… am I… supposed… to do now? What… what can I do… now?

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