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

Char wanted to prolong the moment as much as possible. After spending so long with only bashful, brief, touches, it was like he was trying to provide enough affection to satiate them both for the rest of the year. He was reluctant to put any more distance between himself and the hands that had held him fast, the voice that had kept him from slipping away; even that open show of love didn't quite feel like enough to express just how grateful he was, just how happy he was to have Green there.

Eventually, though, his trembling arms couldn't bear his weight anymore. He flopped back down onto the bed with a tired grunt. Even with that, though, his tail gave a feeble little twitch -- the closest thing to a wag he could give. His injury carried a lot of serious things with it, he knew that, especially considering the timing of it, but... for now, he wanted to keep things the way they were. Green had probably had a long, sleepless night; he could use a little happiness far more than Char could.

With a little effort, Char rolled onto his side, lifting a wing and nodding at the empty space next to him. Considering the variety of patients they say, Pokecenter beds could hold things much bigger than a Charizard; he figured there was room enough.

Green lowered the side guard off of the bed, wasting no time in crawling in with him, and making himself comfortable.

"Don't strain yourself," He mumbled, spooning into the dragon's underside. As soon as he was settled, he let out a deep sigh, and brought a blanket over himself and Char's middle, careful not to let the fabric get too close to the sputtering flame on the end of his tail.

"Next time, I'll be there to protect you. I promise."

It had been something gnawing at the sides of Green's consciousness ever since Sonny Moe had burst into his room yesterday. If he had been less reckless... if he had paid better attention to him... would it have gotten to this point? He was Char's trainer, he was fully his own responsibility. He had failed him. He remembered that being the strong, clear thought in his mind as he sat there in the snow, slumping into his Ivysaur's shoulder.

Of course he would always forgive Char for any shortcomings. He knew Char would do the same for him, but he felt it needed to be mentioned, regardless.

Char bowed his wing over Green protectively ~~like a wicked sweet blanket fort awww yeah~~, craning his neck down to nose at Green's hair. It hadn't been Green's fault. None of it had been Green's fault. That his trainer understood that a Charizard lived to seek out strong opponents, that his trainer understood that a Charizard was going to challenge those who infringed on his territory... Char had always been thankful for that. Having a trainer who didn't try to deny his nature, one that allowed him the independence to pick his own battles, made Char one of the luckiest Pokemon out there, as far as he was concerned.

...It was kind of funny, though. The trainer promising to protect the Pokemon... Char had always thought it was supposed to be the other way around. He'd always been so quick to offer to rough up anyone who so much as annoyed Green, but for all his independence and ferocity, he'd never thought about the idea that he relied on Green like that just as much as he wanted Green to rely on him.

For the first few years, he would have laughed at the idea. He didn't even trust that human to give orders in a fight, let alone keep him safe. Even after he'd begun to obey, he hadn't begun to trust: he worked to keep himself useful, because he'd believed that was the only way he would be permitted to stay. To think he needed someone protecting him was a sign of weakness, was setting himself up for inevitable betrayal. Now... he still wanted to be useful. He still wanted to be Green's sword, his shield, his sentinel... but he was finally starting to get the hang of what having a trainer meant.

So he offered another rumble, almost a purr. It wasn't I don't need you to protect me. It was just I know you will.

Good. He smiled a genuine smile, the first one in hours and hours. He didn't care what the rest of the world thought of his team, he knew for a fact that he had the best Pokemon there ever were. He let his eyes droop closed, the heat from Char's body soothing him. There could be more worrying to have later. For now...

Green drifted off into a surprisingly peaceful nap, smile still on his face.

It was strange to think that the last time Green had slept next to him like this, it had been after they'd had a fight because Green hadn't been there. Now here he was, two years later, curled around Green because he'd been there right when Char had needed him most.

He laid his head back, and in spite of the steady ache in the tip of his tail, let out a contented sigh. It wasn't long before his eyes drooped shut too, and he joined his trainer in sleep.

Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

tsundere loving; ...dang... rutabagas....

timid lifestyles; destructive rattails(?!)

take liederhosen; dongs ready

tits latkes; disco riders

thread's left; done replying %D