Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

[punchvolcanoes]

Who: Sick animals and you
What: Hospital visits!
Where: FDC's Pokecenter
When: Anywhere between the 13th to the 21st!
Warnings: Guys being guys. Mons being mons.

For the next few days, everything was a blur for the both of them. Sasha felt sick to her stomach from everything, being unusually quiet apart from the small talks to the people online. But she was afraid no one would ever want to talk to her again after what happened. Guilty didn't even begin to scratch how she felt, especially after fights broke out in school that seemed to imply her attack was the catalyst. It felt terrible.

Most of her days, she spent watching the IV needles run down and drip, looking over at Vinnie but moving her head away before he could look at her and trying to replay the scenario and see what she could have done otherwise.

She could try to learn from this.

On the other hand, Vinnie had no regrets about his own actions. He was convinced that if he'd personally done anything different, pulled any punches, the results of that day would've been much, much worse. Inevitable as it was, it was the consequences that followed which weighed on him, as much as he tried not to show it.

His sister was tearing herself apart. His trainer was disgraced and his family worried sick. And he had disappointed anyone who might've been his friends. Somehow, he had to make it better. In comparison, his own grief felt irrelevant. Maybe even selfish.

It was probably why he was spending more and more time in his human form, even if it kept opening up his wounds. That way, he wouldn't have to be reminded of what he'd lost in Volgin's mutilation. Two leaves, amputated. It was enough to cripple him as a Venusaur.

Vinnie wanted out of this bed. To stop feeling nauseous and weak and get back into action as soon as possible. Maybe then he'd feel less helpless against everything.

[OOC- please post your date of the visit at the start of each log post 8Dc Also Char shows up after the 15th due to a gun shot to the tail. Green team is facing Red Team after that.]

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The Red Team Camps out every day Thread. (Everyday)

[punchvolcanoes]

Thursday morning, 16th

[punchtheflute.livejournal.com]

Max had given Sonny a ride in to town again, thank goodness. He really owed Max a lot for helping him get to and from the place. Even Vinnie had to admit that, right?

Well. Maybe.

He walked into the room where Sasha and Vinnie were. He'd visited them yesterday but at the time they'd been pretty newly admitted and he hadn't wanted to wake them so he'd just sat down and watched over them while they rested. Today, maybe they'd be up to talking more.

"Hey, guys." he said quietly, pulling up a chair and sitting down. His face was creased in pain that for all the world looked as acute as theirs. This was his family lying here. His world, or at least two very large parts of it. He just wanted to wrap them up in his arms and hug the pain away.... but that would PROBABLY have the exact opposite effect.

Saturday Afternoon, 18th

[getthisguyoffme.livejournal.com]

Slippy didn't know Vinnie and Sasha too well. Heck, when he thought about it he didn't talk to Red very much either.

But considering his roommate two of his pokemon landed a guy in the hospital and wound up hospitalized themselves, Slippy was sure that Red had to be upset right now. And being the good roomie he was, Slippy decided to pay the group a visit.

The door creaked as he slowly opened the door and poked his head in, the faint scent of lilies from the bouquet he held filled the area around him.

"Um, hi?"

BASICALLY AS SOON AS SASHA AND VINNIE ARE CONSCIOUS ENOUGH TO TALK

[punchteamrocket.livejournal.com]

Red was a mess. Not just because he'd been hanging around in the Pokemon Center since he found out about what happened -- man, he was a distraught wreck. Every time a nurse walked in or out of the room he jumped out of his chair, eager for any kind of news. The longer he wasn't allowed to be in that room with his Pokemon, the worse. He probably called his mom just to cry at her at least twice.

As soon as he was allowed in Red sat between the feet of their beds and waited. Gloomy can't even begin to describe the look on that kid's face. HE'D WAIT FOREVER IF HE HAD TO.

All the time, forever.

[punchwaves]

Marie had been in a similar situation as Red. Thankfully, he wasn't damaged much after the fight. He had waited impatiently to see Vinnie and Sasha, after seeing them to the Pokecenter. And once he was allowed in, he rarely left their bedside. During the day he'd be in human form, and at night he'd curl up in a chair in Squirtle form.

And that distraught look on his face never seemed to fade for a moment.

monday morning 20th

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

When Char couldn't be visited, and when Green felt there was absolutely no way at all he could be sitting down, and then Bulba chose to let his trainer remain awake, he often paced up and down the hallway in between Char's and Vinnie and Sasha's rooms. This particular morning he had just come from checking in on his Charizard, before making the choice to let him go back to sleep. In all his pacing, he found himself stalling longer and longer in front of the room across from the one he had been spending most of his time in. After trying to catch a glimpse in about the fifth time without trying to look conspicuous, he gave up and kind of awkwardly sidled his way in. Truth be told it wasn't his first time in the room-- sometimes on his way out of Char's room, and when Red and his other Pokemon were conked out in the hallway, Green would hang by the doorway and watch the two sleep for a moment before returning to his place in the hall. Regardless of how he felt about the two, he had still known them for an awfully long time.

Anyways, here he was. This was his first time checking in on them while either were conscious, he made sure of that. He crossed his arms waiting for someone to notice him, visibly uncomfortable.

Tuesday 14th, morning

[punchicebergs.livejournal.com]

Kojiro had heard about the fight and what little details there were about it. He generally tried to remain neutral when it came to conflicts.

After quietly knocking on their door, the lapras poked his head in to see if either were awake.

ALSO, A CHAR. (Anytime after the 15th)

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Not too long after Sasha and Vinnie checked in, the room across the hall from them had a new occupant. One (1) Chayzard of the not-shiny variety. Unlike Sasha and Vinnie, however, he most definitely wasn't stewing in guilt over what happened: getting into fights, after all, had been in his nature since day one, and he hadn't actually even hurt Raikov that time around.

He really hadn't bothered thinking about it much, anyway. Frankly, he didn't have the energy to get all pissed off. As much as Char hated Pokemon Centers, the idea of trying to force his way out just seemed too tiring to bother with just yet. Nothing left to do, then, but wait for that flame to get back up to its usual brightness.

first thing in the morning, thursday 16th

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

Green wanted to make sure the first thing Char saw when he woke up was his face.

There were a lot of things that he wanted to say to the Pokemon, but he wasn't entirely sure how he would formulate any of it.

As it was, it was all he could do to keep himself from stabbing Raikov in the face. He sat, exhausted and waiting, next to the bed.

friday afternoon, 17th

[toyboxarmy.livejournal.com]

So, since the teachers seemed to be aware of their student's living arrangements, Genny had been trusted with the task... no, forced would probably be the word. He had been forced to bring his MIA room mate his assignments of the week. He chose to visit the hospital on Friday afternoon so no moment of his weekend would be wasted on this foolishness, and not at all because he was actually just a tiny bit concerned. There will be none of that.

He arrived in Char's doorway with an armful of books, expression stony.

THURSDAY MORNING SOMETIME AFTER GREEN WAKEUP TIMES

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

So after following Sonnie into Vinnie and Sasha's room Max heard that Char was in the pokecenter, too.

What the hell.

Max walked around, looking for his room and poking his giant, meat-filled head into the wrong rooms until eventually he found what he was looking for. A room with a charizard in it And also maybe a Bulba and a Green???.

"Char what the hell happened to you?" asked Max.

Oh Max, such a kind way with words, such a gentle manner, such care and concern for those around you.

Friday the 17th

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Knuckles hadn't heard about Char's injury until Thursday night and by that time it was way too late to be traipsing down into the city and waking folks up. Besides - there was a little thing called visiting hours.

Vinnie had said that Char was shot, but didn't know much more than that. To Knuckles, who had shot Aparoids and had seen upteen films with guns and shootings.... well. He knew what it could do to a person. So he'd sort of steeled himself for the worst.

Normally, he'd bring a fruit basket for an injured pal. He didn't think Char particularly cared for most fruit, but he knew most Pokemon liked berries. He'd made a stop at the greenhouse and had taken some from there, setting them up in a spare basket he had. It was far from professional looking, but it would have to do.

He gave a quiet knock on the door frame, not wanting to wake the 'zard if he was sleeping.

thursday the 16th, late afternoon.

[ghostly-nyx.livejournal.com]

Nyx hadn't slept much that day. Not that she'd really expected to, once she'd been told what happened, there was far too much worry and anger and everything else to allow much room for sleep. Originally, her plan had been to allow herself to calm down, and then come to visit sometime when the pokemon center wouldn't be as much of a headache as it always was during the day. Of course, visiting Char would probably be much more effective if he were actually awake for it. Eventually, she gave in, and made her way to the center.

She leaned against the doorway once she actually found his room and made her best attempt at a nonchalant smile. "Knock knock."

Sunday, the 19th

[haswetpokemon.livejournal.com]

Misty felt pretty bad for her entry on the journal network now. For once, she felt that she did Char wrong. What a time to bitch him out when he'd later get shot and nearly killed, right?

She doubted he'd have a pleasant reaction to her visiting, but she wanted to anyway. She actually... really did. Char was nasty sometimes, but she would never wish death or even bad injury on him. That was just too low. Too far.

She peeked the door open and looked to see if he was awake.

"... Char?"

In which tempers would collide, but actually not really this time. (Friday morning 17)

[redisaloser.livejournal.com]

Green was not in his best mood that morning. He hadn't had any real sleep to speak of for the past couple of days, despite the insistence of Bulba to get some rest. He had passed by Red and various members of the other boy's team all day Thursday, but had spent most of it as close to Char's hospital room as he could get, which at different times meant inside, or outside, head between his knees near the door. This morning he chose to actually venture out farther into the hall, getting a complementary cup of coffee, and looking pretty rough.

A note.

[rivalsweetscent]

When insisting failed, Bulba found he had to take matters in his own hands. Just a sprinkle of sleep powder when he wasn't looking here, a little bit there... Just enough to ensure he actually got some rest.

Dec 17 - NIGHT TIME

[noirnovel.livejournal.com]

Darkness falls across the hospital, The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of Vincent, To accessorize their black zipper hood.

"Well, Milimili... It seems like your plan was better than mine, Ill have to admit that." Whispered a Dusknoir in the dark of the therapy room. "I dont know if it would be better to dissimulate it a bit more, but I think we should turn invisible to avoid the other patients' stress" He suggested.

Doop, There they where, Gideon and MiliMili who happened to simply pass through the walls like thin air... Probably one of the best abilities as a Ghost-type is that Privacy is pretty hard to come by.

"Hmm... Vincent... Vincent... Hmmm... I believe its this one over by the window" signaled Gideon after a quick glance at the name tags on the beds.

Dec 17 - IS THE RIGHT TIME

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

Vinnie had taken to wearing his human form at night as well as during the day - often enough for the Pokecentre staff to just throw up their hands and treat his flayed back. He was under strict orders now not to change to Venusaur, under threat of constant supervision. Really, it was the transformation that hampered the healing process more than anything. Every time he did, his wounds just got opened up some more. Even now they were still delicate.

So there he was, sleeping face-down on a bed designed for an animal much bigger than him. The tattoos on his back were almost completely covered by bandages.

Such a peaceful face in sleep. His toes twitched occassionally.

Thursday early afternoon, 16th

[green-arachnid.livejournal.com]

When Ulki said he was okay to tag along with her to the Pokecenter, Spinny practically jumped for joy and probably even did a dance before she got her things together for the visit. Once they were out of the dormitory rooms, though, her energetic side died down and she quietly walked right behind the Laguz and latched onto his clothes for the entire trip.

When they arrived the room where Sasha and Vinnie were in, Spinny fidgeted around behind Ulki, not knowing what to do.

Re: Thursday early afternoon, 16th

[hawkhearsyou.livejournal.com]

Ulki pushed her by saying, "It is alright. They expect visitors."

He wasn't so sure about this himself. He didn't know these people. Ulki wasn't very good at associating with people in general, so he was sure he would perform his usual: standing by, waiting for Spinny to finish her meeting.

Saturday night, 20th

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

It was a little early to call Char recovered, but it didn't take him long at all to start growing restless. Maybe he was still sore (only just a little, he was obviously far too tough to actually feel pain), maybe he was still... not weak, never weak, just... kind of listless, maybe. But the idea of just lying around like a helpless little kitten was appealing less and less with every day.

Visiting hours were over, but that didn't deter him any. His restlessness finally getting the better of him, Char eased himself out of bed. Keeping his tail held low, he made his way across the hall, nudging the door open and sticking his head in. Just. Y'know. To see if they were awake. Or... something.

Re: Saturday night, 20th

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

Vinnie was awake forever now, thanks to a certain nighttime visit that will never be spoken of again. Even the slightest creak of the door had his head darting up in high alert, cautious and ready for anything that could assault him in the night. Goddamn ghosts.

But instead. It was Char. Normally this might've warranted an equally displeased reaction, but... well, the jerkface did get shot. He didn't know the details of how and why exactly (and if he did he probably wouldn't feel a drop of remorse at all), but they were all in the same boat.

That didn't mean Char was going to be greeted with happy faces though. It was all Vinnie could manage to pull his mouth into a strained, straight line, on the border of being a frown.

He kept his voice low in case Sasha was sleepy. "...Char."

Saturday Morning - THE GHOST CAME BACK THE VERY NEXT DAY

[noirnovel.livejournal.com]

Well... Here he was again.
He didn't felt very good about this, perhaps it wasn't a good idea... But he had to show face for everything that happened. And also to try to dissimulate the lies he said to Bulba earlier in the week.

If it came to worse, expose the truth and apologize. Then never come back near them for the rest of the year...

He came prepared, a basket filled with various Berries for all kinds of aids and a smaller basket with a couple more [Mostly Pecha Berries]. Flowers for the "sister" seem fitting as well.

"...Excuse me?" said Gideon at the counter "Im here to see Vincent Venusaur and Sasha... um.. His Sister".

WAKE, WAIT, OR SLEEPTALK

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

The receptionist seemed quite unfazed by the ghostly visitation - in Final Destination City, conversing with Dusknoirs bearing fruitbaskets was hardly the strangest thing in their line of work. She simply gave Gideon the directions, and let him on his way.

Vinnie himself had spent the night curled up on his side and shivering as he stared into the empty dark. What sleep he had was restless, populated by fog-filled memories.

His bandages had yet to be changed, but at least the custodians had taken to the sick that had painted itself all over the floor. It seemed like he was finally partaking in some sleep at last, though it was likely just from passing out from pure exhaustion. His face was furrowed in a slight frown that was distinctly absent the night before, and he twitched every now and then.

Was it worth waking him up?

Friday afternoon

[notsilvertongue.livejournal.com]

Lyra had promised that she would visit.

That didn't mean she had stopped being upset, though. She presented a bit of a peculiar image as she knocked on the door, filing her way solemnly into the room. Her arms were burdened with two plastic water bottles, each filled with a different color of Aprijuice, as well as a modest little bundle of flowers, but her expession was a flat look that bordered on disapproval. The alligator behind her was just as pokerfaced, ducking to fit into the door.

"Hi."

[punchvolcanoes]

The wounds still stung but it was slowly becoming better. And now that the operation on her arm had been successful, Sasha felt a little less uncomfortable.

It did not remove the metaphorical wounds which would hang over her head for a long while. When she saw Lyra, her heart sank a little and let out a small, weak gurgle of appreciation, as the horn and half-horn lowered on her head.

Friday at Noon

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

As promised, Mac did visit the Venusaur and the Charizard. He was here on the mission of trying his hardest to remove any guilt from this party. Since he liked Raikov and heard things from him, maybe what he says could mean something to the poor distraught Sasha. Plus, just in general to see how they were doing. His coat was used after the statue incident, so here he is making do with his hoodie part of his pink suit with a couple sweaters underneath. He also brought a little bouquet of flowers.

Mac walked in as quiet as he could, trying to see if they were awake at all. "Hey guys."

[punchvolcanoes]

Sasha couldn't talk back and unlike Max, Mac wouldn't understand. So she did her best from her bed, giving him a wave and a small smile.

Wow that outfit was pink.

Morning, Sunday the 19th

[natureprincess]

It was a visit that couldn't be put off any longer.

It wasn't a secret that Erika had been visiting the center. Red was getting at least one good meal a day. Bulba looked fatter. Even with how soft spoken she was, her voice carried through the halls just as easily as anyone else's. Gentle admonishments over sleep schedules, inquiries about their health... If one looked at the right time, they might have even seen her pass by the door. She had even paid Char a visit. Yet she still waited to walk through their door.

Ultimately, Erika wasn't sure when she would be ready to see them. Though perhaps it was also safe to say that she wasn't sure when they would want to see her. Her disappointment had not been subtle, to say the least. It hadn't even just been disappointment. The tiny woman had been positively livid, which was a state that Erika did not enter often. The anger had since waned, quickly rushed along with the avalanche of feelings that had resulted through out the week. The disappointment was still present even now, certainly, but time had helped it soften.

She still hesitated outside the door. Just for a moment. Erika gave it a soft knock, and then she was stepping inside, her hand tightening slightly on the straps of a bag.

"... Good morning."

Re: Morning, Sunday the 19th

[punchvolcanoes]

She had written her messages to Erika in pain, and now that she was here in the flesh, Sasha felt a lot more helpless and in pain, it seemed. The unusually open Charizard was visibly shy, trying to hide in her wings, but they were still clipped above her.

She let out a small growl in greeting, so faint it would be hard to hear if there had been any noise in the room apart from it.

I hope backdating this is okay; December 14th

[shysentinel.livejournal.com]

Nephenee didn't know the Pokemon involved, but she did know this was all too close to things back where she came from, not too long ago. And it made her sad. So she decided to visit the pokemon and see how they were, and brought some flowers along, too. She knocked on the door to the room where they were kept. Maybe she could help a little?

[punchvolcanoes]

Sasha was a mess that day, the bullet was going to get operated on later that night, and so there were fresh tissues all over it, and she still had breathing apparatus. She looked up at the person...not knowing who it was, felt a bit ashamed.

But she did manage to raise a clawed hand in greeting.

Early afternoon of the 17th

[hasmoreberets.livejournal.com]

After hearing of the two parties in the hospital, Lucas had to try to make things a-okay. He decided to spend VERY early that morning to gather all of his berries that he could (Leaving enough to make more!) and bake like crazy. He ended up making a bunch of poffins, of all varieties and flavors for the wounded, since... Lucas is a huge sweetie like that.

With the aid of his Togekiss, he took the four baskets filled with poffins to the hospital and entered the room where the Red team members had taken stay. They poffins were still very fresh, the ovens having enlisted in keeping them warm and warming them up again. In fact? Togekiss fought to keep himself from trying to taste any of them, they smelled so good...

Lucas just really hoped that Vinnie, Sasha and Kerosene thought that his cooking was to par! He had to get to know Red Team's pogles somehow, haha.

"Hi folks, I hope you don't mind me being here. I brought you all a special get well present!"

Char can come too. 8)c

[punchvolcanoes]

Sasha still couldn't really eat properly, but these baskets of food were really warming up her heart after the last painful few days and man she would totally tear into them a few days later.

She raised a claw at Lucas and gave him a Charizard smile (full of teeth)

SOME DAY THAT'S OPEN

[yellow-binesi.livejournal.com]

Zapdos had a very important reason to be at the hospital.

To laugh at Sasha for being so stupid in landing in the Pokecenter. Yes, he didn't know the details behind how she got hurt so badly, but he didn't care. Any fangirl of Moltres doesn't deserve this thunder bird's kindness.

So as soon as he came into the room, he started laughing in his loud "KAKAKA" laughs.

What a jerk.

Re: SOME DAY THAT'S OPEN

[punchvolcanoes]

WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS GUY'S PROBLEM.