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If I kissed you where it's sore, would you feel better?

Who: Marie, Volgin, YOU!
What: Visiting some jerks.
Where: PokeCenter OR Hospital (depending on who you're visiting).
When: Wednesday (the 7th) afternoon and BEYOND. Marie'll be out the 16th. Volgin will be leaving on the 9th.
Warnings: ~~Possibly some~~ potty language.

Marie
The timid Squirtle had gotten himself into a bit of trouble.

Just the threat of an attack had caused Marie to act without thinking. He should have known better than to use a water attack on someone that radiated electricity. But thinking hadn't really been a part of Marie's series of actions that had lead him to an uncomfortable cot in FDC's PokeCenter.

Marie was lucky. The party ball that had miraculously activated itself had ultimately saved his dumb, little life. The nurses in the PokeCenter didn't understand how he had survived. Unfortunately, Marie likely wouldn't be able to remember much of the event either, including the Heart Container that had fallen so graciously onto his head.

He had drifted into consciousness just outside the PokeCenter. Fucking yellow and green hair. Everything went dark again after that.

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Volgin
Volgin came to.

When he did, this all felt familiar, especially the bandages and agony coiled around his chest like red ivy. For a moment, he almost was certain he was back in the 1930s, the tensions of war high on the horizon and the stench of Fascist bastards unable to honor their treaties lingering.

And...

... Panic boiled in deepest reaches of his gut, coming to the fore as a raw terror as he realized there was a hole in his head. A gap in his memory. It occurred to him that he had no idea how he ended up here. His last waking moment was with Raikov, settling down for the night, murmured sweet nothings and dirty promises whispered between them, then...

Volgin tried to scream, but a haggard cry was all that he could manage; the brutal revelation of what might have just transpired, of why he was here, cut through him deeper than any fool who fancied himself clever with a knife. No, this had happened before, a young, beautiful officer he had taken a fancy to, this had happened before when he lost himself, back when his control was still feeble, and he was dead. The stench of cooked meat, and he was dead.

He could remember the smell, but...

Hyperventilation made the pain in his ribs hurt all the more, but pain was a fleeting sensation he had long since learned to suppress and suppress again: Volgin's world was Raikov's safety. He could not stand the thought, could not live with the thought, that for some reason, whatever reason, he had been the cause for his death. His affliction, his goddamn alteration forced upon him in the name of the privilege of being a comrade, had claimed another one.

It was times like these where he was coming to another realization, that he simply was not meant to live with any semblance of normalcy. Sometimes, he was not sure if he could stand it anymore. Sometimes he could content himself with being a monster of the purest hatred, but he, an emotional animal at heart, was not sure if that was what he could be in all quarters.

His uncharacteristic cry just brought a nurse over to fuss with him. He could not bring himself to say anything else, but feign unconsciousness until she left.

What the hell happened? He still furiously racked his fragile memory for whatever clues. He could not let his weakness, his feelings, get the best of him yet.

This had the Soviet left alone soon enough, bandaged on a makeshift set up of three beds to accomodate his size. A long curtain granted him his own illusion of privacy, which he was not sure who else was on the other side of it. He remained there.

[OOC: Just add a little note on who/when you're visiting in the subject line!]

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Red is sitting at the PokeCenter, his knuckles turning white from grasping his mobile phone in his hand. His face was keeping its composure for now, but he was tense - so very tense. What had Marie done? What was going on?

Slippy rarely spoke to Marie. Heck, Slippy wasn't even sure if Marie liked him at all.

They were still roommates and so when Slippy found out that Marie had been rushed to the Pokecenter, he became worried and decided to pay his acquaintance a visit.

He slowly approached Marie's bed, a get-well present in his arms. It was a tin filled with berries. Slippy didn't know what type Marie liked the most so he had gotten various kinds.

"Hey."

As soon as Bulba had called him, Raikov set out to the hospital. He was furious with what he'd been told. After constant reminding of what happened to him while Volgin was dead, that still wasn't enough...?! Oh, he was going to give Volgin a piece of his mind.

The angry Russian shoved the door open to Volgin's hospital room, (after badgering a nurse with questions and then ignoring her as she tried to stop him) eyes narrowed and teeth grit.

"YEVGENY."

Edited 2011-12-10 03:01 (UTC)

The moment she had heard the news, she rushed over. The nurses couldn't have stopped her from coming in if they had tried. No one could stop her, especially whenever she was like this.

She wasn't going to leave his little side until he had risen again. She would wait forever if she had to. His life -- his entire team's life -- they were all so precious to her. It was odd, how because of one member's influence, they had all found their way into her normally unshakable heart. It was so strange, but so good for her to feel this way. She couldn't stop their lives from moving forward or getting into situations like this, nor could she prevent anything from happening. It had to happen.

Everything has to happen.

It was out of her jurisdiction for it to not happen.

She hated it.

However, while she was waiting for him to stir, she sat in a chair beside his bed, staring out of the window. Snow was quietly falling again, and she was slowly being overcome with thoughts. Winter was such a brute to her...

He was the fucking green and yellow hair. It was him.

Bulba had only stayed at the Pokemon Center the first day for a short while. He was there long enough to see Marie safely in the hands of people that knew what they were doing. Long enough to borrow the PC to find Raikov's number. Have a terse conversation with the man about the other who was hopefully already being rushed off to the hospital. No, he didn't know what happened. As far as he could tell, something had gone wrong. No, he didn't know what. End of conversation. He stayed just until Red had shown up. He left with Green. It hadn't been a long stay.

As far as he was concerned, it really wasn't his place to be there for the most part. It wasn't like last time when his brother was booked across the hall from the Red team inhabitants. There was still a little feeling there though. Just a little nag that told him that he should at least see if the other starter was all right. He might have been kind of an asshole lately, but that didn't mean Bulba wanted to see him messed up.

So a while later, the fucking green and yellow hair was present in the center again. Marie must have been napping or something when Bulba cautiously poked his head through the door. Getting no immediate response, he let himself in and set a small box on the bedside table. Hrm.

He looked a lot more peaceful when he was sleeping and not throwing drooling fits everywhere.

Raikov made his way to Marie's room, hoping to get the squirtle's side of the story. He also wanted to apologize, incase it was Volgin that started the fight... God, he hoped not.

When he arrived, he paced back and forth for a bit, trying to prep himself. The Red Team pokemon were still... intimidating. The Russian finally mustered the courage to knock on the door.

Mac had actually begun to move around. The hospital staff said that Mac was getting stronger pretty fast. His wounds were closing up well, and his strength was returning. But when it came to when he would be 100%, that was still TBA. He walked passed Volgin's room when he saw...uh.

Okay, Mac just stood there for a bit. Hospital gown in all.

For the past few days, Vinnie had been more or less living in the PokeCentre. He had his own annual check ups to go through, along with ghosting about Marie's room when he was asleep, but in truth, he was scared to leave at all. He'd never felt so scared in his whole life - for Marie, and... well, of himself.

There was a sinking, cold feeling in his gut that told him that if he ran into Volgin right now, he was going to kill the man, or die trying. Most likely the latter.

So the Venusaur was going to stay here. It wasn't like he ever needed to leave to eat or anything. The lack of proper sunlight was making him more and more tired by the day. Yeah, he'd skipped a lot of sessions with Max too, and he didn't even care. Nothing mattered anymore.

Vinnie sat in his chair, saying nothing, staring at nothing.

He just needed his little brother to get better.

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The 7th, First Thing

Marie, On the 9th

Volgin, The 7th

Marie - 8th, as early as possible.

The 9th at a time.

Marie, 7th after Team Red leaves

Volgin, the 8th

pretending he was totally here earlier i suck