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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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Vinnie, by comparison, didn't look nearly as rough. The Pokecentre machines smoothed over the worst of the electric burns, and his own giga drain ability had been monumental in keeping his health from plummeting to critical levels during the fight itself.

But what Vinnie needed wasn't a doctor, it was a botanist. Two of his biggest leaves, from his right side and the front, had been amputated clean off, leaving the Venusaur looking... incomplete.

The sudden, violent imbalance in the Grass Pokemon's floral half was much more troubling than his flesh wounds. In one fell swoop, his sunlight intake had been halved and the photosynthesis process compromised - all of his flower's strength was now diverted to healing. It was impossible to juggle that job while still keeping his system as stable and nourished as before. His body struggled to adjust, sending Vinnie into highs and lows of nausea, exhaustion, pain.

By the doctor's guess, Vinnie's leaves were most likely to grow back in the springtime. However, until then, any use of his flower's abilities was forbidden. Taxing the plant at such a delicate state could very possibly kill him. That meant no frenzy plant. No giga drain, no sleep powder, not even vine whip until his leaves were back. Every attempt meant that he was risking a trade off between the energy for his attack, and the energy to keep his body functioning.

He felt crippled as a Pokemon. Especially as a Hall of Famer, Champion's Pokemon. Vinnie had no fears that Red would kick him out for this - he was way too good of a guy. But all the same, he was dragging the team down.

Red didn't deserve to take the blame for this mess. Vinnie was just a disappointment, a black sheep of the family who just managed to make life harder for them. It was so much easier to shoulder the blame on himself than let his family take the weight - but as long as Vinnie was on the team, it was inevitable.

Maybe that was why when the Venusaur drifted back towards consciousness, he just tried to phase back into sleep. Sasha needed Red more right now anyway.

He'd spent hours going over the damage in his head. Hours. No matter how much he went over it, saw it with his own eyes, and tried to keep himself together, he all but fell apart at the first sign of movement. As soon as Sasha started moving he had to choke back a sob -- was he crying, no, of course he wasn't crying, haha that was just a cough, duh, real men don't cry -- and put his hands on the sides of her head. Sure, he wanted to hug the heck out of her, but she was in bad enough shape and the last thing he wanted to do was make it worse.

Despite his better judgment, he let her linger for a minute before he looked her in the eye. "...Sasha..." He didn't sound angry or even disappointed, just worried. "I need you to rest."

Don't you dare go back to sleep Vinnie he's going to come bug you in a minute.

She let out a small growl that came out muffled from the respiratory system. A sort of tiny nod. Tears formed in her eyes, either from the crusted operation goo, or from seeing Red so torn she wasn't sure ~~but charizard tears were like acid and they melted Red's face away~~. She wanted to lick him, but her tongue was held captive currently. Rubbing against him one final time, she slowly her head moved back to its place and she looked at him with as much courage as she could muster.

Most of her energy spent that day, her eyelids began to close slowly, but she never took her eyes off of him.

Oh Red...

"You can't get better if you keep straining yourself," pat pat. God and dang he was so relieved that she was still alive. "Just take it easy so we can get you out of here."

As soon as she looked asleep Red leaned forward in his chair and sighed at the floor. And stared at it for a while. He idly glanced over at Vinnie and his Pokemon ow his heart hurt. Red stared at the floor some more, like it was scolding him for being such a terrible trainer, and then looked back over because he could've sworn he saw that Venusaur move.

... ... ... Okay well even if he was sleeping Red was sure he wouldn't mind a hand on his head. Much. ~~DON'T BITE HIM...~~

There was a low, mournful Venusaur sound in response. Guess he couldn't hide from Red, as usual. His tired, red eyes eased open, filled with shame under the shadow of his trainer. Did the nurses already tell Red about his condition? What losing his leaves meant?

Red's hand was where one of his largest fronds used to rest, right against his forehead. It felt empty, vulnerable, more exposed than he'd ever been. Being a Venusaur wasn't supposed to ever feel this way.

There was a desperately sad expression in his face that Vinnie had been hiding from Sasha's view.

I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry...

Whatever Red was told was full of a lot of hypotheticals. Maybe they'd grow back in spring, maybe summer, maybe years from now. Maybe never. ... Red wasn't really a big fan of those sorts of maybes. As much as he wanted a straight answer, this sort of thing sounded pretty unprecedented, even in a place like this city. All they could do was wait and see, and just seeing how hard Vinnie was taking it -- knowing there wasn't anything he could do was driving him crazy.

Red scooted his chair over and leaned forward -- oh whoops that was too far he just flopped forward on the bed -- too bad, he was staying there. At least it made making eye contact easier. In any other context petting Vinnie would be so unbelievably awkward, but right now Red figured he needed at least some kind of comfort. "We'll get through this."

Red's presence near him only escalated the hurt that gnawed away at the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, Vinnie wished he could just de-evolve right then and there and have Red hug away all his fears. Instead, he opted for trying to burrow his face into the bed, trying to hide his shame. He couldn't let himself cry. It was... this was too fuckin' stupid. He couldn't look after anyone like this, crying was so stupid...

The only other time Red had ever seen him cry was in Lavender town. And definitely not as a Venusaur. Awkward didn't even begin to cover it.

The sound he was making was something like a miserable, soft whine, only in a a Venusaur's natural tenor pitch. It was like a mantra of self-deprecation: I'm sorry for being such a fuck up. I'm so fucked up. I'm sorry.

"D-- ... Don't. Don't be sorry. If you weren't there..." Red cut himself off; he didn't even want to think about it.

"... It's not your fault," he grumbled into the sheet. Two of his Pokemon... No, two members of his family were half-dead and crippled and he couldn't do a damn thing to help. "You guys deserve a better trainer. One that wouldn't have let this happen."

Vinnie leaned over as much as his aching body would allow to nuzzle his trainer with his wide head. Red, there was no way that was true. That wasn't true. Weakly, the Venusaur tried to blink away the tears in his eyes in an effort to reassure him.

There was no way Vinnie could've ever blamed Red for this. No one was responsible for what had happened except himself.

I'm the one who's supposed to protect you... what do I do now...?

"Hgfhgdkjghb--" he said, then straightened up. "You worry about getting better." He looked over at Sasha like he was responsible for what happened to her. It definitely felt like it was. "It's my job to keep you all safe. I guess I've been pretty lousy at it lately."

Vinnie, on the other hand, couldn't bring himself to look at Sasha at all. He'd come so close to losing her, but seeing her lying there like a dying lab specimen almost felt worse. It was a helpless feeling he knew wasn't going to go away... but he wondered how much Red know about the potential future of his condition. Vinnie's chest ached as he asked, afraid of what he'd say.

What if I don't get better...?

"..." Red stared at his feet.

What if they didn't get better? What if they were stuck in Pokemon Centers for the rest of their lives? Or couldn't battle or fly or garden or do anything else they liked ever again? What if they got worse? As much as he wished he could, he couldn't just stick them in their Pokeballs and make everything better.

"You will. ...You both will. Even if you d--" He stopped and tried again, "No matter what, I've got your backs. That's never going to change."

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Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

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b-baaaaaw Red ;_;

NO DON'T EVEN. he is a manchild.

TOO MANLY don't watch him cry ok

he won't tell if Vinnie doesn't tell

top secret man tears

real men don't cry

dammit this never happened

this was not worth the wait at all

no it was worth all the waits

STILL NOT WORTH ANY WAITS...