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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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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?"

Char had been sleeping, but not for long. The reduction of his tail flame may have left him drained, but an injury like that also put him on guard. In his compromised state, it was more important than ever not to be caught with his pants down. He lifted his head, trying to shake off the grogginess once he realized that it wasn't Green or one of his teammates.

...Wait a second. Misty? What was she doing here? Without thinking, Char went human. A move he immediately regretted: an icy lance of pain stabbed from the end of his tail all the way to the tips of his horns. "fffffuckdammitSHIT that wasn't smart," he hissed, curling his tail up toward his stomach. Well, that solved the mystery of how much going gijinka would hurt in this state, at least.

Still cradling his tail close to his body, he looked up at Misty. "Red's team's across the hall," he pointed out, as that was obviously the reason Misty had come to the Center in the first place. Why else would she show up?

Well, that was... surprisingly better of a reaction than she expected, but still not exactly pleasant. It wasn't enough to light Misty's short fuse, though. It was just slightly off-putting. Then again, she should have expected that he wouldn't have thought she would be visiting him.

That was especially the case after what she said.

"I didn't come here to see Red's team. I actually... wanted to see how you were doing," she told him with a frown. It was genuine, but whether or not Char would see it that way was an entirely different story. She stepped further into the room, but not too close to Char, just in case.

Okay, the pain must have made him delirious for a second there. Because there was no way that he heard what he just heard. For a long while, he just stared.

"...What?"

Sorry, Char, that wasn't a product from the pain. It is a strange reality, isn't it?

"I wanted to see how you were doing! Are you feeling any better? It sounded like you got hurt pretty badly."

Again, Misty wasn't surprised with his reaction.

Oh. That wasn't a hallucination.

Okay, now things made even less sense.

A hint of wariness flickered across his face. Char knew he wasn't exactly a very likable guy; he made a point of pushing away just about everyone he met. He knew better than to expect kindness out of anyone. He'd been on his own long enough to get used to it, and even now, he was perfectly aware that he'd done absolutely nothing to deserve kindness from anyone. Misty was no exception to that.

He... wasn't quite sure how to react to it.

He withdrew a little, tail remaining close to his body. "This your idea of a joke or something?"

She expected that, too. Misty opened her mouth to say something, but instead, shut it. All she did was have a hand withdraw to her satchel, and from it, she produced a small bag of fresh poffins.

"If it was a joke, you don't think I'd make these, would you?" She looked down to them and laughed. She had a very awkward tone about her, probably a mix of numerous reasons. Would Char even accept them? He was thinking this was a total joke. Granted, she wouldn't normally do this, but getting a gun shot... that was just too much. Even she wouldn't condone that and even she hoped for a swift recovery.

She wasn't that much of a bitch. Even if she can be sometimes.

"I hope you like them spicy!"

As a matter of fact, he did.

Now Char just looked downright puzzled. The bag definitely did hold poffins, not bees or some other stupid prank -- he could catch the faint smell of spicy berries wafting from it. That didn't make this any easier for him to wrap his head around, though.

"...Why are you doin' this?"

"Well..."

Misty frowned and took a seat at a nearby chair. She placed the poffins nearby where Char could readily reach them if he wanted one.

"I kind of felt bad for what I said, and it was the worst timing, too. I know we fight... but I still wouldn't ever want you to get hurt! Or anyone!" Her expression went a little angrier. "And getting shot in the tail... That could- could-"

No, she wasn't even going to think about that. She shook her head, and trying to ignore the voice in her head screaming 'AWKWAAAAAAAAAAAARD', she said, "But... yeah, that's just about it."

Char said nothing for a long time. In an attempt to fill the uncomfortable silence, he reached for the bag, pulling a poffin out and taking a careful bite.

...It was pretty good.

Finally, he spoke up, eyes locked down at the poffin in his hands. "...Guess I've been kind of a dick to you. Don't blame you for sayin' shit about me."

"I shouldn't have done it for no reason, though! It's not like we fought recently anyway... I think." That she can recall, at least.

Misty basically had a way to sum up everything she had to say in just two words, but those words were hard to get out. "I-"

Uhhh. C'mon, apologizing isn't that hard. Okay, with Char, maybe it is a little bit. "I mean, I-"

"I'm sorry." There. See, it wasn't that hard, was it?

Char almost couldn't remember the last time anyone had said those words to him.

It wasn't exactly a phrase that came up very often; Char's sharp tongue and ready fists really had a way of making sure that even if people did manage to wrong him, they were rarely ever sorry for it. It wasn't even something that she'd really needed to do; with the way he acted, Char had invited far worse name-calling than "rude" onto himself. It wasn't exactly slander, anyway; he was rude. Especially to Misty.

She hadn't ever done anything to deserve his grudge, really. It wasn't her fault that nearly a decade ago, a Charmander hadn't been tough enough to withstand her Starmie's attacks. She wasn't the one that put him in a daycare and walked away. She was just a scapegoat, an easy target for him to lay blame on in an attempt to make his aching heart feel better about it. Really, she would've had every last right to be gleeful as heck that Green's stupid out-of-control brute of a Charizard finally had karma smack him one. And instead... instead, she was apologizing.

...It really was big of her.

Charizards don't give their respect over easily; it's something that has to be won over slowly and patiently. Even so, there was some unfamiliar new undercurrent to his voice when he answered, the first, faint little glimmer of something other than petty spitefulness.

"Forget about it, Misty. It ain't nothin' to be sorry over. Takes a hell of a lot more than that to hurt my feelings."

Edited 2010-12-23 08:45 (UTC)

If he was so sure, then well, alright. At least Misty got it out.

Honestly, she was a little surprised with herself. She was usually pretty venomous towards Char with his attitude. He always figuratively threw needles at her, and so she tossed spikes at him back. For once, though, he had the bullet thrown at him, and so she couldn't find the heart to toss her 'spikes'. He was already hurt, and she felt bad about it.

Bullets can kill. Spikes can only hurt. Or faint a Pokemon, if you want to get technical, but it's still not quite killing.

"Well... if you say so." As long as they were sort of kind of semi-cool, I guess.

What else was there to say now, though? She wasn't sure. Maybe it was about time to take her leave, but... "I think I should be going, but... I hope you feel better! I mean, really. And I hope the poffins help a little."

She still felt so awkward, but who wouldn't? At least it was done and over-with, though.

Maybe, just maybe Char wasn't so bad.

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