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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~~Obviously Bellossom had goaded Erika into convincing them to make out.~~

She smiled. "If you'd like. Admittedly I'm not sure how much he'd be able to do, but you never know unless you try." Honestly she wasn't all that sure about the Ivysaur's abilities herself, but she had seen him out taking care of things in the greenhouse on quite a few occasions. At least she was sure that he would at least consider the task. ~~No, Erika.~~

"That's all I can suggest at the moment... Things should be all right. This isn't a road you'll walk alone."

Erika patted his hand and rose to her feet. "Is there anything else I could do for you?"

~~GG, Bellossom.~~

Oh Vinnie. You just had to let other people walk with you, sometimes.

For now, he shrugged. He didn't know what more he could ask of Erika, outside of self-indulgent pity. He was a man. He'd deal with it - or at least, he would have to. "Dunno. Just... make sure Red's okay. This isn't his fault."

Erika kept her expression light, preventing the small frown that threatened to form from shaping. It wasn't Red's fault anymore than it was Vinnie's fault. An unjust part of her still pegged Sasha for a great deal of it, but deep down she knew she really couldn't blame her anymore than she could blame Raikov or Volgin. ... The disappointment ran fairly evenly between all of them. Trained pokemon were a reflection of their trainers, so ultimately the responsibility would fall to Red's shoulders. It was a concept she knew might be hard for Vinnie to swallow, but she knew it was something that Red knew.

She simply nodded. "He'll be just fine. I'll do what I can. If that's it... I should probably return you, lest I worry someone."

That sounded like a good idea. Then Vinnie could try and figure how what to tell Sasha when he got back - though very likely he wasn't going to end up explaining anything to her at all. Just as Erika held onto some blame on the Charizard's part, Vinnie just wasn't ready to open up to her yet.

He still had to work things out in his own head before he could work through things with her. It'd come eventually. That whole patience thing, right?

"Yeah. Thanks." The Venusaur paused. "I... really, thanks."

Her response was to place a featherlight kiss on the top of his very green head. Perhaps a bit rash, perhaps not. Twas the season and all, evidenced in the small berried sprig hanging in the hallway. But really, for just a moment... It wasn't quite the same, but it had felt as though he were one of her own. As such, it was the perfectly natural action to take.

"Thank you for trusting me," she whispered back.

The moment was over as soon as it began, and Erika returned to the task of steadily wheeling Vinnie back to his room.

Vinnie quickly turned a respectable shade of pink, now properly rendered into a speechless, bashful flower. He'd forgotten about the festivities lighting up the city, and generously spread in the form of poisonous hanging foliage - Christmas seemed like such an alien thing while convalescing. And the air of hate and mistrust certainly didn't give any feeling of December's usual tidings.

Vinnie was returned to his hospital room, and his bed, and to the same dreary scenery of IV drips and pinned wings. Hopefully Sasha didn't see his blush. (She probably did.) Hopefully he could figure out how to scrounge up presents out of nothing for the people he couldn't completely articulate his gratitude for. Hopefully no more people would get hurt, the situation would diffuse, everything would go back to normal.

But that was an awful lot of hope he needed, when he was already running on smoke. Erika's words would have to sustain him, and what little patience he could hang on to.

It felt difficult to look forward to the future and the coming new year.

Oh don't worry Vinnie. Sasha saw that blush and wasn't too amused by it.

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