It's okay, Bulba. You were half Poison type too. So at least you couldn't get poisoned from Vinnie's sick.

With that load off his stomach, the queasiness subsided into something more tolerable. He complied dumbly with his Bulba caretaker, taking the glass of water as it was given.

His hands were shaking and he didn't know why. His heart was pounding like he'd just run a marathon. Trying to piece together what had happened beyond the past three minutes was like sculpting with smoke. And the longer he took, the more the shapes dissolved.

"W-what... is Sasha okay?"