smash_logs | Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

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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Char let his head plop back down onto the pillow. For a moment, he didn't say anything -- he almost didn't want to give away the identity of his attacker. He seemed to realize how dumb that was, though; Bulba or Green or Sonny Moe (heck, probably all of Red Team, if one of them knew) could easily inform Max.

"Raikov."

"The art teacher who looks like Raiden? Why the heck would he shoot you?"

Max is confused here, Char. You're going to have to kindly grant him the light of reason and knowledge.

Char was quiet again. Truth be told... he wasn't really sure why Raikov had decided it would be an excellent time to shoot him in the vitals. Or what Char considered to be vitals, anyway; Raikov probably hadn't even known the importance of a Charizard's tail flame.

The Russian wasn't exactly fond of him, Char knew that: anyone'd be pissed at a guy who trashed your stuff and tried to beat up your boyfriend. But that had been months ago, and Volgin had been the one to extend the invitation to throw down. Char never placed a lot of value on material goods; it didn't make much sense, in his eyes, that after months of nothing, Raikov would suddenly become so bitter over it that he would bust out the firearms.

To be fair, Char had been... Char for all that time, though; he backsassed, he taunted, he was a general asshole towards Raikov. Char wasn't sure that name-calling over the internet was enough to drive to man to shoot him, either. Maybe it was just timing: he was still pissed off enough at Sasha that he wouldn't think twice about opening fire on another Charizard that he hated.

"...He asked me for a fight," Char finally answered, though he sounded just as puzzled as Max by it.

"Like, a spar or like a revenge fight?" Max asked, still trying to piece the bits and pieces of the puzzle that was 'Char got shot up by Raikov' together.

"Revenge fight, I guess. We ain't exactly pals." Especially now. NEVER FORGIVE, NEVER FORGET.

"What the hell's goin' on around here? You got shot, Vinnie and Sasha got beat half to death... You seen them? Sasha looks like she got in a fight with a power cable and Vinnie looks like he did the same with a weed whacker. Electric burns and broken horns and ripped off leaves and just... ain't right. Ain't right at all. And so close to Christmas. Just ain't right."

Oh good, Max was getting Worked Up into a Righteous Fury. That's what we all need tossed in here, a violent Max.

Char rolled onto his back with a groan. "Take it easy, Max. We're Pokemon. We fight, we get hurt, that's just how it is." It was a very un-Char-like thing to be saying: after someone won a fight with a bullshit cheater move, he would have been clawing at the walls in his eagerness to get even. It wasn't even a very... right thing to say. It was oversimplifying the matter by a ton, and he knew it, but Char didn't want to deal with Angry Max. He didn't wanna deal with all this serious stuff. He didn't want to deal with Vinnie and Sasha getting beat half to death or the fact that he could very well have been killed by a human. At least until he had the energy to think about it, this was just... a thing that happened.

"Alright, fine, whatever, fine, alright," said Max, totally calming down for reals (totally).

Get his mind off of it, offer some help. "You need anything? Soda, magazine, videogame, uh... poke... thing... popple? Poppin? Pobbin?"

Char just stared, uncomprehending, until the rusty gears of his mind started turning again. "Oh. Poffins."

Truth be told, right about then, absolutely nothing in the world seemed all that enticing, unless it was maybe just never moving again ever.

"Nah, I'm alright. ...Can you do me a favor when y'get home, though"?

"Yeah, sure, what do you need?" asked Max, happy to be able to do anything useful at all.

"Keep an eye out for Raikov, alright? I ain't askin' you to do anything hasty or nothin', but..." It was probably going to be a while until his flame was what it used to be. Maybe Raikov really had just been shooting out of a months-old grudge, but that made Char the third Pokemon to end up in the Center as a result of human action.

Maybe his dislike of Pokemon ran deep enough that he'd peg off anyone who got too mouthy. Maybe his hatred for Char was enough to target the ones he cared about. Maybe... maybe Green or one of his teammates might get some stupid ideas about revenge. Char had always been very stubborn about fighting his own battles, but... well, he'd never been shot before.

...Char would feel a lot better knowing someone was keeping an eye out for his team. That was all he was really trying to ask.

"You think he's gonna attack somebody again? He's up to somethin'? Why? You need me to tail him?"

Char, what you will get is how Max tails Hawke. A large, very obvious guy standing around outside of his room/office, glaring at him whenever he appears. Are you sure you want to entrust Max with this job?

Um, yes. Max was huge and intimidating and about as subtle as having a brick rammed down your throat. Char was kind of banking on the idea that having someone obviously very large and obviously very used to the risks of human firearms (he was, after all, an army guy) would be enough of a deterrent to keep Raikov from getting too trigger-happy.

"Just wanna make sure nobody tries anythin' they might regret, that's all. Don't need nobody else gettin' a bullet up the ass."

"Alright, I'll do it for you. He shot you in the ass? That just seems downright cruel, how's a guy supposed to sit?"

How's a guy supposed to sit, indeed.

Char shrugged. He really hadn't graduated past the "lie there in an achy miserable little heap" stage yet.

"Real carefully?"

"Yeah, I guess. Still ain't right at all. You need a pillow or somethin? They make those little donut pillows for guys who get shot in the ass or got problems like that."

Char's eyes flicked down to the flame at the end of his tail. It was an embarrassment to look at -- a crappy little Charmander-flame, a sputtery pathetic little candle-wisp -- but it still burned.

"If I tried to put one of 'em around my tail, think I'd just set it on fire. Don't go worryin' about me, Max. Shit happens all the time and you know I always bounce back."

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