Vinnie was numbed to everything, trapped in the vortex twisting up his insides. He knew what was going to happen next. Being prisoner to his own sick and nausea, bedridden, suffering the highs and lows of a traumatized body. It was constant exhaustion and a chloroplast IV drip and pain. Watching Red worry sick over him, waking up in the dead of night from dreams he couldn't remember.
He waited for it. But save for the effects of his own anxiety, there was no fresh wave of lightheadedness, no vertigo. No new hurt on his back. If anything, his body felt... clearer, if that made any sense.
It was either his disbelief had become so strong that the power of delusion was blanking out the symptoms, or Vinnie actually didn't feel wrong. He blinked slowly, trying to register what his body was trying to tell him. The panic of the moment eased its grip on his chest just enough for the Venusaur to consider that maybe, just maybe, this was the right step forward.
Just like autumn, right? Like his berry plants, sometimes. The shedding of leaves sometimes... happened, as they should.
He still wasn't ready to call anything a success, but the pure, naked terror was dissipating from his eyes. As Bulba helped him to his feet (he complied unthinkingly, still confused by everything), Vinnie had enough clarity to notice that the usual blackouts of his vision hadn't happened either.
Speech had to be gently forced from his throat, coming out in only whispers. It was a tiny echo of what the Ivysaur had asked before, but hesitation barred him from trying to hope. "Was this... supposed to happen?"
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He waited for it. But save for the effects of his own anxiety, there was no fresh wave of lightheadedness, no vertigo. No new hurt on his back. If anything, his body felt... clearer, if that made any sense.
It was either his disbelief had become so strong that the power of delusion was blanking out the symptoms, or Vinnie actually didn't feel wrong. He blinked slowly, trying to register what his body was trying to tell him. The panic of the moment eased its grip on his chest just enough for the Venusaur to consider that maybe, just maybe, this was the right step forward.
Just like autumn, right? Like his berry plants, sometimes. The shedding of leaves sometimes... happened, as they should.
He still wasn't ready to call anything a success, but the pure, naked terror was dissipating from his eyes. As Bulba helped him to his feet (he complied unthinkingly, still confused by everything), Vinnie had enough clarity to notice that the usual blackouts of his vision hadn't happened either.
Speech had to be gently forced from his throat, coming out in only whispers. It was a tiny echo of what the Ivysaur had asked before, but hesitation barred him from trying to hope. "Was this... supposed to happen?"