Vinnie was curled up on his side, wincing. His arms were wrapped around his chest, where only a few days ago a berserk god had bruised his ribcage. Normally it would've healed by now with a few extra hours of photosynthesis each day, but the loss of his leaves had compromised healing as well. The sudden impact of hitting the floor face down had hurt - if breathing didn't ache before, then it did now.

Carefully, he tried to sit up, hissing as he pushed himself off the ground. Coherent thoughts began to find their voice again, but mostly they were the same incessant echos of fear and doubt and helplessness that plagued the Venusaur's subconscious. Why was this happening? god What was he going to do? he was useless what next please no?

The look in his eyes was utterly, utterly haunted. couldn't focus Bulba barely registered in his line of sight at all.

All he could see where those dead, shriveled stubs that used to be part of his body. That... used to be part of him now it wasn't and Vinnie couldn't stop staring.

He wanted to pick them up and hold them. He was too scared to touch them.

He was quiet, save for the rasping of each aching breath.