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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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.

Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

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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