How can I care for another being when I can't even care for myself?

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Who: Blacky, Vinnie
What: Blacky sucks at raising things
When: BOXING DAY.
Where: Vinnie's dorm
Warnings: EVERYTHING IS DRAMATIC



Blacky was not cut out to be a mother. Or a big sister. Or the owner of a simple plant. Luckily for Casca, she'd been able to send him off to someone who could take care of him before he even hatched. Gamera and Melanie, unfortunately, were stuck with a very inept caretaker for the time being.

Gamera had come down with the flu just as Blacky got over hers (she probably passed it on to him), and she could swear the bonsai tree's leaves were looking more wilted than they did the day before. Was it possible for a plant to catch the flu too? No matter how hard she tried to push it out of her mind she kept thinking of the aquarium she had in her office last year, and how everything in it had gone belly up. Everything kept dying.

Vinnie knew plants. He was a plant. Partially. Since he was the one who gave her this particular plant, he was definitely the person to go to for help. It was also a bonus that he was on the same team as Marie, who just so happened to be a Squirtle. Maybe he'd have some tips for taking care of Gamera until Raiden came back.

Or else she was in big trouble.

So she grabbed the plant, left Gamera in a nice warm bed watched over by Leon (so she hoped) and practically tore through the campus to the boy's dorms. It took all her self-control to knock delicately on Vinnie's door instead of pounding on it. Hopefully he was actually in.

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Vinnie was, at the time, cozied up under his heat lamp with one of the books he'd received for Christmas. No, not that book. (http://i.imgur.com/S7SdQ.png) He'd already tried reading that one, and it'd been too much, even for him. It wouldn't be right subjecting his three remaining bonsai and his newest potted flower to such new and inventive expletives. On the other hand, the science of lasers wasn't the most invigorating reading experience, and he was feeling the weight of drowsiness creep up on him.

That's when the knocking shook him out of his stupor. Vinnie was neither expecting nor, honestly, wanting visitors at the time. Apart from the physical weariness, his head was a mess. The people he'd inadvertently hurt had more or less forgiven him, but the guilt still hung over his head. Coupled with his weakened state, he was feeling more than his fair share of self doubt. The fact that he received any gifts at all from people outside of his team was an encouraging sign.

Eventually, he'd have to deal with his handicap as well. But right now was not that time.

Not bothering to throw on a shirt, Vinnie had to drag himself out of bed and away from the warmth of his lamp. With the bandages off, two massive scars were visible, marring the intricate tattoo that sprawled across his body.

The Venusaur opened the door with a sigh, but upon seeing Blacky, the tired tone in his voice quickly lifted. "Whadya wan-- oh." Blink. "Hey."