Vinnie couldn't help but snort a little - 'rough shape' sounded so vague that it could've meant anything from a few nasty scrapes to every bone in his body, shattered. The Venusaur appreciated Red keeping discretion about his injuries. The details weren't something that everyone needed to know.

His voice became very low, and very soft as he tried to coax himself into speaking. The memories were still too fresh in his mind, and he mumbled what he could in the midst of summoning them back to the surface.

"...Ripped off my leaves. Two of them." There was a lump in Vinnie's throat as he forced himself to continue. "Had to... cut off what was left in case... fungi infections. They... might grow back."

And then Vinnie was a Parasect