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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh. Bulba let out a little puff of air. Truth was, Bulba would have followed along to more of Char's little incidents if he had known about them. More often than not he only knew after the lizard was already sporting his bruises with pride.

"Hoping nothing stupid would happen."

Oh. Suddenly, Char looked a bit like a puppy who had been caught chewing up that really nice thing you owned. You know. If said puppy was six feet long and reptillian.

"So much for that, huh?" Kind of a weak stab at humour, but he wasn't exactly at his wittiest right about then.

Bulba shifted a little so he could properly nudge his head against Char's side. It was okay.

"You're like some kind of weird magnet."

He lightened up a bit, a hint of a lazy smile creeping onto his face. "A shit magnet. That's me. Keeps things from gettin' boring, though, don't it?"

"True enough," Bulba replied with a bit of a grin. Though he'd probably call this rousing bout of excitement just a bit too exciting for his own personal tastes.

"I think we could use a boring vacation though."

"We'll have a real boring-ass Christmas, then. I ain't gonna be gettin' up to any hijinks for a while, anyway." Unless said hijinks involved just... doing nothing but lying there.

"Sounds perfect." And it really did. Bulba really wanted to look forward to a Christmas where it was just his family and they had a real nice time without something crazy going on. Or crazier. Or whatever. The difference in their Good Times and Bad Times ratio was horribly askew and they needed to try and even it out at the very least.

"...Hey, Char?"

"Yeah?"

He hesitated for a moment, awkwardly looking over at the wall.

"Could you... let me know next time? When you agree to a fight. I mean..."

Part of him didn't really want to bring the topic back around to dumb fights. He got on Char's case often enough already, he didn't really need to say anything about it now. But at the same time... He couldn't stop wondering what would have happened if he hadn't found out about the fight on accident. What if he hadn't been out at the gates?

It was an uncomfortable feeling. Char knew that his constant brawling was wrong by human standards, but the only human whose approval Char had ever needed had always been permissive of it, and it had seemed so obviously right by his own standards that he'd never really felt much remorse for it. He knew Bulba liked to nag about it, knew Bulba frowned and sighed at his hopelessly instigating troublemaker of a brother, but Bulba was a Pokemon too. Even if he wasn't part of the Charizard line, Char had always assumed that for all his mother hen fretting, Bulba understood.

He'd also grown very used to being the big brother. While he'd slowly been adjusting himself to the fact that Bulba was an adult who really didn't need someone stepping in to stomp on all his problems for him, that stubborn belief was still ingrained into his heart: he was there to protect Bulba. There wasn't much else he could do for the kid, as far as he was concerned: he was dumber than Bulba, shorter-tempered than Bulba, not as wise, not as understanding.

He knew that Bulba wanted to protect him too, but... accepting that your kid brother could defend you wasn't the same as accepting that your trainer could. The idea that Bulba's disapproval was deep enough to border on fear, the idea that he really did feel like he needed to stand on the sidelines, ready to save Char... it made him feel strangely like that Charmander standing behind the daycare fence again. Like what he was had been utterly, completely wrong.

"It ain't gonna happen again, Bulba," he replied, the words coming out hastier than he'd meant them to. "Stuff like that... it's just a freak accident."

Ahh. He probably should have kept his mouth shut. He didn't know what it was that was going on inside Char's head, but there was definitely something, and he wasn't sure how much he'd like it. Bulba was still trying to get it, the whatever it was that made Char tick. Picking up all the little hints and pieces was building up something, but it was taking a long time.

But he was trying. He didn't want to just be a nag or a worry wort or whatever. There was more to it than just the what if's and the could have beens. Sure, he wanted to be there just in case. Bulba couldn't deny that, it was practically written into him. If they weren't sticking it out on their own, protecting the family is just what a saur did.

Protection took more than one form though. Bulba frowned a little. "I know that. But still..." He let out a little snort of air through his nose and generally just started to look a little flustered. That wall was REALLY looking pretty interesting right about now.

"I'd like to... Uh, you know..." No he didn't, Bulba, just spit it out. He fumbled with his claws a little. "... cheer you on."

Fumble fumble. "...Sometimes."

"That sounds dumb out loud. Forget I said it."

Char squirmed a little, moving his wing a little further up. He looked like he would have quite liked to hide his face under said wing, were there not an Ivysaur nestled underneath it instead.

Was he just saying that to try to massage Char's ego? Char had nearly been killed for a completely stupid, unnecessary, juvenile reason. Maybe Raikov had revenge (and a lack of knowledge about Charizard physiology) on his side, but Char bore no grudge toward the guy before that; he'd literally just been picking a fight for fighting's sake alone. It was a lot easier to believe that little near-miss had set Bulba to thinking he needed to be a guard dog than it was to believe that protective streak had been overwritten by a desire to egg Char on from the sidelines.

It rankled his pride to think someone believed he wouldn't be okay alone. Maybe it made him into an insufferable jerk, but that combat-lust, that stupid stubborn pride... they made him a Charizard. They were ingrained into his very nature.

That was why he understood what made Bulba want to be the guard dog so badly. He couldn't ask the kid to ignore something that was part of his nature, too. So Char simply straightened out his neck, apparently gaining a sudden interest in studying the headboard.

"It's a free country, kid. If you wanna tag along, then whatever."

Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject