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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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Sasha. Arceus bless you Sasha but right now that only served to make his inner, over-protective brother explode. He didn't know what the ghosts wanted with him, but all that noise turned their attention to his sister instead, he was going to go insane. What if they tried to shut her up? If they hurt her, if they even so much as fiddled with her IVs, her wings, anything...

Gideon could probably see Vinnie's eyes go a sudden 180 degrees from helplessness to complete and utter hatred. He couldn't even register his own injures anymore, even as the blood was seeping across his back.

That voice. He didn't know that voice, but... there was only one ghost in all of Final Destination City that talked like that. Gideon. Accompanied by Milimili. Gideon. Milimili. Gideon and Milimili.

His struggling grew wilder and more desperate, which only caused more wounds to reopen. It didn't matter. He didn't care about anything else right now, just to destroy anyone who tried to lay hands on his sister.

In retrospect, it was the exact same feeling that Volgin was on the receiving end of.

Makeshift gag still in his mouth, Vinnie tried to scream her name with little success. "HAUHSAA! HUIISSGHK!"

Alright what the hell. The first roar from across the hall had been enough to wake Bulba up, and then Char was up and roaring and Green was probably going to wake up and Bulba was pissed.

The door to Sasha and Vinnie's room opened with more of a clatter than intended, and there was the angry Ivysaur in question. It took just a moment to realize the problem was the Venusaur that was struggling against…

… Nothing? No, that wasn't right. He couldn't see it, but there was most certainly an assailant.

He charged towards the bed without hesitating. "Let him go!"

Oh that stupid- while she was completely gone to the common eye, she still heard Gideon loud and clear. Why don't you just leave! she thought furiously to herself, hanging out in the room next door.

He said her name! The Marionette Pokémon slapped her forehead, growling. She couldn't believe him. In fact, she couldn't believe herself. What compelled her to go out with someone else, anyways? She was so used to wreaking havoc on her own that this just seemed odd. It must be the school, she thought bitterly to herself. Oh well.

What could she do? Maybe another lie would patch it all up. Not that she cared too much about her reputation.

Oh Dear, Oh Dear, Now there was Good Ol' Bulba stirring a noise. This could end being really, REALLY Bad. Gideon already had to take care of TWO Charizards, a sanguining Venusaur and now a Shiny Ivysaur.

Gideon entered in Panic, He didnt knew what to do first, The Bulbasaur was worse than a car alarm and Vinnie was on the verge of fainting AGAIN and DYING.

He did what any Ghost in despair would do... A Distraction would work best on Poor Bulba. So he quickly send off a Will o Wisp towards Bulba.

Meanwhile, Vinnie was as defenseless as a Slowpoke in a Well. "I promise everything will be ok". And Gideon, with the speed of a very fast something Punched Vinnie with a Dynamic Punch. Confusing him perhaps about the events that just happened that night.

Its all for good measure.

Pain Split was always a very desperate and cheap way of dealing damage, but it could also save lives of a teammate or similar to the cost of the user bearing some of the damage sustained by the victim.

It was dirty, yes. The bleeding might had stopped, he didn't knew, all he cared for was to leave as soon as possible... And not be identified at all...

Gideon made haste in the dark shadows, dissipating and leaving behind two or three very confused Pokemon. He was hurt from the Pain Split, but it served better as a burden to remind him on not trust on MiliMili's Advice again and bowed to return during the day to apologize... and deliver his message.

The punch hit Vinnie square on the jaw with the speed of something very fast indeed, slamming his head down into the bed and rattling his poor brain. He nearly blacked out for a moment, dazed and hovering against the edge of unconsciousness. What was going on? Suddenly the world was spinning, head over heels, mental cartwheels.

He didn't even notice the worst of his wounds closing, or Gideon's departure. Dazed, Vinnie sat up, unaware of anyone or anything. Bewilderment clouded his eyes. Was something happening?

Immediately, he stood up - only for his balance to betray him. Vinnie crashed into the floor. Again.

Char was tired and in pain and NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS SHIT. He wasn't near as fast as Bulba to drag his worn-out ass into the room; he only just arrived in time to see:

1. Bulba
2. Fire

Also Vinnie spazzing the heck out but who cared BULBA AND FIRE WHY WAS THERE FIRE?? SASHA.... Char couldn't have run if he tried, so he just kind of... stumbled forward, thudding down heavily on all fours, neck extended over Bulba. The Will-O-Wisp plinked harmlessly off of his forehead. Well, that was dumb.

"What the hell," he demanded, "is wrong with you clowns?"

And that was apparently when Vinnie responded by hitting the ground. Char just linefaced all the more.

Well all of his running came to a very sudden stop as Bulba attempted to skitter back away from the Will-O-Wisp that was flying towards him.

But suddenly!! Chayzard. ...Chayzard.

Bulba nudged his cheek with his forehead as a quick thank you, but he was less than pleased to see that he had come bumbling over. "Oh my god go back to bed," Bulba nagged, but it was half-hearted. Whatever it was, and Bulba had his suspicions, seemed to be gone. He hoped it was gone. He ran over to the heap that was Vinnie and frowned. What was even.

And so there was suddenly a boy trying to carefully pick him up off the floor.

"I think they had, uh, company."

That was dumber than dumb. The room was very much empty, save for its intended patients, Bulba, and himself. If anyone had come through the only door in the room, they would have run right into Char dragging his aching ass across the hallway.

Instead of pointing that out, Char just let himself flop to the floor and let out a long, low grumbly noise. Dumber. Than. Dumb.

Vinnie was still disoriented from Gideon's punch, but that very quickly began to change to nausea as the confusion faded. Everything was still coloured by vertigo's flashes of black colour. He suddenly became very aware that there was still something gagging him and his head was throbbing like he'd hit it multiple times and his back was in pain again. Something... weird had just happened, but his memories only grasped at thin shadows. There were voices...? He was pretty sure there were voices.

With a wet, choking sound, he pried the fabric out of his mouth. They fell to the floor with a saliva-soaked splat for all the world to see. It was... a pair of underwear? It wasn't his. Were these...from when people brought Red over a change of clothes?

oh god he felt sick

Immediately, Vinnie's stomach lurched. He doubled over, and vomited on the hospital floor.

... And partially all over Bulba.

... Oh. "Gross."

That admittedly made him a little less keen on helping Vinnie to the bed, but whatever. Bulba sighed, blowing some bangs out of his face. This too would pass. So despite the fact that Char was around, Bulba propped Vinnie up and sat him down, making sure he wasn't about to fall over on himself. Sidestep the vomit was that underwear on the ground what, get a glass of water, shove it in Vinnie's hand... Bulba was pretty much working automatic on den mother mode. "You're fine, I'll get Nurse Joy."

And then to Char, "Your room. Scoot."

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?"

"I'm okay," she answered, somewhat confused between a fit of violent couching. "I looked around and suddenly your curtain was closed and you tried to scream something at me, and something was trying to get you and..." yeah yeah the details were bad at this point. "...is that underwear on the floor?"

Edited 2010-12-18 05:51 (UTC)

Suddenly, the floor was not such a cool place to be hanging out anymore. Bulba didn't need to tell him twice; Char had no real urge to stay hanging out in Toad Puke Central. Even if he hadn't been so lethargic, he wouldn't have cared one jot about the mystery of Vinnie's tighty whitey fetish. With another low grumble, he hauled himself back up to his feet, shuffling his way back to the sanity of his own room. Fuck this shit.

Alright, that was one of three taken care of. Bulba watched him amble out of the room, turning back to Vinnie once he was satisfied. "See? She's fine. Now drink that and lay back down."

Bulba tentatively picked up the, uh, undergarments. Yeah those were totally underpants what was even going on. "Why is everything in here gross." Well, sorry Red, the underwear with your name written all over the waistband was getting deposited in the trash as Bulba went over to Sasha's side of the room. You probably didn't want that pair back anyway.

"You have to settle back down too. I'll be back with someone to patch things up."

For the sake of his delicate stomach, Vinnie only took tiny sips of water. Still dazed, still feeling sick and numb, he was trying to plumb the depths of his memory - unsure what he was looking for, only that something was there.

Why couldn't he remember any faces?

There had been a burst of panic for Sasha's wellbeing, that much was obvious - but he could tell there were words that he had tried to cling onto in the midst of his rage. Two words... like names. They had been important.

As much as he tried to grasp at them, they hovered, shapeless, on the tip of his tongue. All he knew was that they made his gut twist into knots and his blood run cold.

Dammit. His hands wouldn't stop shaking. And it was spreading to this rest of his body, too.

He probably wouldn't stop shivering for the rest of the night.

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Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

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BAILOUT TIME.EXE

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CHAYZARD TIME

A HERO FOR US ALL

Char. He come to town.

I LOVE YOU BULBA

...YOUR LOVE IS GROSS VINNIE

HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT

What the fuck is going on time.

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Undapants in da garbage day

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