[Open Hospital Log] Doctor Jones, Jones, calling Doctor Jones

[silentchamp]

Who: Anyone!
What: Ball pains, robot pains, all the pains.
Where: FDC Hospital (or the PokeCentre, Smash Academy's infirmary, dead in the streets, etc.)
When: 27th August - 6th September
Warnings: Pain. Angst. Needles.

For many of those who became involved in the fiasco caused by Eggman and Seth, injuries were bound to come in all shapes and sizes. Maybe some would be lucky, but when you get robots involved and a school filled with people with powers coming out of the wazoo (who might've had the unfortunate luck of getting a face full of catball), hey, who knows what'll happen.

So a visit to the hospital or a visit to Rhys would be good to look into - or simply necessary and best to not avoid if you want to live to see a future of homework and detentions (but in those cases, let's not burden our dear Rhys, okay?).

For the catballed folk, being replaced by a duplicate didn't save you from pain. You felt it. You felt everything. Though there would be no physical marks on the body, dissolving in a fight still would leave you feeling like you just died (because that's what it meant). Physical/mental exhaustion can/will be present, and maybe even some disorientation for those catballed for longer (but seriously what losers got tricked before the 26th right, hahaha-- oh.)

For the robotic folk, getting whacked around until your beautiful metallic shell came undone certainly was going to mean a lot of pain for you. Maybe it wasn't even as straightforward as getting bopped on the head a lot because some people might've caused further complications than necessary in their attempts to stop you/save you. Whoops. Those sillies.

And then you have simply the people who just went out as their normal selves in the name of justice reckless fighting. Did you have fun punching robots? I bet your knuckles just love you right now.

Whether you're looking to get treatment or looking to find friends because they're not answering their phones/not in their dorm rooms, well- these will be pretty good places to look. Enjoy whatever sight you see!

Blue | Cress | Cyrus | Eirika | Red

( OOC: Feel free to say where your character is, what date - or if you just want to play out after the events of cat balls and your character is Too Cool For Hospitals, include it! Or something. Just have fun with all those wonderful bumps and bruises and heart ache. It's what we all want, right?

For those in hospital, the lovely words of Mayor Tabuu were probably on television for you to catch if you want them to be. Or Mewtube. Whatever you want. Yep.)

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September 02 - [Open]

[heartofarapier]

Everything was ruined.

It was, admittedly, the first and foremost thing that occurred to Eirika. More than the blinding white light of the sun through the window. More than the remaining sting in her arms and her legs. Behind that thought came the concept of time. How much of it had passed, what had happened in between then and now, and the consequences of her actions.

Consequences was a part of 'ruin,' according to Renais's princess. She didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to, but knew she didn't have a choice. So when she did gradually regain her focus, she didn't find herself immediately interested in removing herself from bed. Instead, she turned onto her side to better eye the window.

At least not all things were broken. Just the important things. It wasn't the best way to wake up, and it took all about a couple of minutes for her arms to lift and cradle her head beneath them. As if she was ten years old again and all of this was just some really terrible dream, and any time now Ephraim was going to bound in through the door and tell her Lyon was waiting for them outside.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Connor had been there. For a few days. Anxious. Since the charge on the airship, Connor had been....worried. She was alive and as far as he knew...back to normal. When he made sure she was brought to the hospital, he told himself he needed to stay.

Just because.



It was his fault. Why didn't he keep a closer eye? Because he was so afraid to offend her, he should've listened to his gut instinct. But her feelings just seemed to matter too much. Stupid. He had never been so stupid. She was caught. Tortured until she was made into something horrible.

What if those were her real feelings off filter back there? How bitter she was, how much she thought he deceived her when he had not.

It was wrenching, but Connor had to hold it. Because it really didn't matter until he knew she was okay. Even though it was him to had to knock her out, had to fight her.

He didn't sleep much, and it probably took a bit out of him. Whomever or whatever happened as well, the nurses would notice his bleeding wound inflicted.

"Sir, you're bleeding."

"Sir, come with us. That needs to looked at."

"Sir, that could get infected."

Sure enough, he would be taken and looked at. He made himself ignore the pain but he was given a pill bottle in which he looked at oddly. What is modern medicine.

This probably transpired a few days. One in which was today.

He would visit often but today he came with a thought.

Well wishes. For Eirika to get better.

Connor found himself in the woods when he saw a patch of wildflowers...he promptly picked some.


...Did she like flowers? At least then today if she awoke, she could look at something other than white walls.

He was familiar with the place now, and nurses didn't really stop him or anything. Footsteps were getting closer if Eirika's ears were open. He would walk in...

[heartofarapier]

It could have been a dream. Could have been. Part of her still thought it might have been. At least when she heard approaching footsteps. Door opened and she reluctantly removed her arms from the way she'd curled up and at the slightest she could, she cast a look over her shoulder. And what she found entering made... just about every ounce of remaining confidence drop out of her.

Well. Who it was.

'You shouldn't be here.'
'This isn't appropriate.'
'I can't talk to you right now.'

It was humiliating, actually. And she had to swallow everything down. Just pretend. Just wear her crown. Just... do something. Something other than stare or to be so transparent.

As she moved to sit up, she readjusted her pillow, and settled her hands upon her lap. And then as her head tipped, she drew up her left hand and waved him in. In other words, a silent way of permitting him entry. Never mind that he'd already shown himself in.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

He hadn't expected her to be awake...

He walked briskly inside further to grab a chair and sit...leaving the flowers on her bed post.

The color in his face left and his eyes were larger now.

"...Eirika," Connor simply said, but he knew he had to say other things. A look of relief happened, as he absorbed it finally.

She was really awake. Alive. Moving. But then.

He was still very happy.

"You...How are you feeling?"

[cruelcurse]

"Hellooooo, Princess Eirika?" called a chipper voice from the halls. (It was met with the hospital staff shushing this noisy boy, but he gave no reply to that.) From her perspective, it was followed by the footsteps of someone intruding on her room.

"Ahah, I found you," cheered Henry, and he hurried to her side with a smile. "You got turned into one of those robots, didn't you? So that's where you went~"

[heartofarapier]

Henry was not someone she'd been expecting. Not that she'd particularly minded, but she thought him eerily cheerful in light of all that had happened. But perhaps he'd gotten the better luck of things. At least not all people were miserable, right?

It took her more than a few moments to put herself back together and address him with something more than blatant disbelief. So as she laced her hands together and adopted her very princess guise, she found herself squinting at him.

"That is very observant of you," implying that he was incorrect. "You were looking for me? It is best that you have found me now then and not before."

[cruelcurse]

"Yup, I've been looking for you since a few days ago," he replied, rocking back and forth on his heels. "But now I've found you, at least~ What a relief that is. Mary will be so glad that we found you."

But that still left Innes. Since he learned of Eirika's fate, Henry was under the assumption that Innes's fate, too, lead him to the hospital. That he was a robot, and that Henry just missed him. It might not have explained the sudden disappearance of his belongings, but that? He could have that discussion with the prince himself.

September 02 - [Open]

[oceanshaper]

"Princess," came a smooth, heavy voice laced with regret from the doorway. "It's a shame to see you in this state."

Kyogre stood, leaning in the frame, arms crossed. He held a small bag in one hand.

[heartofarapier]

Kyogre was someone she didn't expect to see. How'd he even know? Surely he'd found her purely by mistake. There was no way for him to know otherwise.

And it was odd how the way he addressed her caught her attention very easily. Surprise caught her and held her captive, so when she looked over to him and granted him her attention, she paused very blatantly.

"...Kyogre," Eirika finally managed to say. "What are you doing here?"

Sept 1st, open

[will_be_god]

Cyrus had attempted to stay away from the hospital. He had only minor injuries, and resources were best spent on others, plus he distrusted doctors (as well as nearly everyone else).

But when Honchkrow decided that he required medical attention and had picked him up by its considerable talons, he decided to go with it. He was certain that his agreement was due to his headache, but not exactly *how*. Was he concerned about potential injury, or was he simply temporarily daft? Although, of course, either of them was cause for alarm, given his severe nature.

Maybe Rhys would be there. He would accept medical attention from no one else. Rhys had gained his trust, something alone in the staff. Cyrus waited on a crowded bench for the healer to be free.

[Sometime in September]

[throughthefireandflames]

After nearly three months, it almost felt too good to be out. Unreal. Hard to accept. Sasha was having nightmares nearly each night, right back to that dark grim reality of being unable to control herself, only to waking up turned right back into her Charizard form, held down by a few frantic nurses.

After a few days, she willingly allowed herself to be caged at night. The nightmares were simply too vivid and the danger real for those around her. The sacrifice of her pride to protect others was all she could offer at the moment. Sasha would rather be held somewhere safe for everyone's sake than to cause harm to those she liked and loved ever again.

Easier said than done, of course. There was a lot of damage she couldn't just shake away by a few days rest not plague by nightmares. Mentally, she was just as broken as her body relearning its basic functions after being held in stasis for so long. Who knew if those scares would ever leave.

Yet there was that tenacity. In the face of such horror, there was also hope. She wouldn't take this laying down. Each day some progress. A few more steps. Until she was finally able to leave her room and see if she could find the others.

It didn't take too long for her to find Red. He had probably heard her waking up at night, screaming bloody murder in a series of flames. After so long of not being able to see him, the real him, she mustered enough courage to be able to walk to him, or at least try. It was more like wobbling at this point.

"H-hey..."

[FOR THE FIRST COUPLE OF DAYS.]

[tidalwaves]

It had only been a few weeks for Marie. Not being in control of his body, not controlling what came out of his mouth. Unlike his trainer, though, he found it harder to care. He felt he had done much worse when he had been in control. When the event came to a close, apathy washed over Marie surprisingly quickly.

He was worn, a little bruised, but he didn't need to be in the hospital. However distant he felt from his trainer, though, Marie felt the need to find Red. And he ended up in a hospital bed the day after the fights were over anyway. At his trainer's feet. Curled tightly in his shell, but his stupid fluffy tail stuck out and wrapped itself around himself.

For the first day, Marie didn't say a word to Red. In his Wartortle form, he clumsily climbed into his bed and made himself as comfortable as possible. He didn't look at him, didn't even seem to acknowledge him as his claws made small rips in the sheets as he climbed onto the bed. And he stayed in his shell until the next morning. Any attempt at reaching the turtle- whether it be a gentle hand on his shell, or calling his name- would have been met with absolutely nothing.

Maybe by the second day, Marie would glance at Red. A lazy- almost bored- expression graced his face for most of the time he was in the hospital. As if it were some sort of hassle for him to have to spend time with his trainer, although it was clear he was free to leave whenever he liked.

August 27th - September 3rd

[makesitcool]

Between taking a beating as a metallic husk of himself and the process of returning him to an organic boy with organic parts, Cress needed some recuperation time in the hospital. Not only did his body feel strange, all rearranged as though his legs had been amputated at one point or his ribs had been pulled apart at another- phantom pain, perhaps it could be called in some sense- but his mind too felt tampered with. He spent his time in his cot trying to make sense of the odd feeling he got when he recalled what it felt like to have lost his free will. It was as though he owned memories that didn't belong to him.

The experience left him shaken for sure. It was bad enough that he held a predisposed apprehension for robots, but to be one and out to destroy Chili... It was as though he had become one with his personal demon in some kind of twisted consummation. It felt violating and troubling. It was nice that someone could put an end to his mind control sooner rather than when it was too late.

27th

[makesithot]

As soon as the hospital staff permitted, Chili barged into the room. "Cress!" he exclaimed, and rushed over to his brother's side.

"Cress, how are you feeling?!"

[makesitcool]

In something of a daze, Cress tilted his head to the side so that he could pay attention to his frantic brother. Relief at his survival inundated him and he smiled weakly.

"It could be worse..."

AN AMOUNT OF TIME CONVENIENT TO THE TAGGER

[travelingbelle]

Honestly, she shouldn't have been there that long. Maybe a few days at most. With the amount of people that ended up in the facility, it had taken a while for them to get to her when Blue had finally shown up at the hospital. As soon as she was able to muster up coherent thought once more, Sienna and Acacia had been her main concerns and she had ordered the dragon straight to the Poke Center. Once that was done she had tried to march her way through the city to find her tigerdog that she most certainly believed was not dead. He could not have been dead. Not dead. Not...

In one of the moments she had broken down sobbing in the street again, Ladyzards had whisked her away to the hospital. Several more attempts were made on the trainer's part to escape the medical fortress until she was finally promised that Jock would be searched for. Just stop. Stop doing the things you were doing, Blue. She was mottled with bruises that grew uglier by the day, several cracked ribs, and fractures in her shoulder and humerus. All things that needed rest to heal.

Blue had always been very bad at staying still, but once they finally forced her in a bed she was very quiet. The low, hurt whimper still floated in her ears. She looked at the wall and all she could see was the look of agony and betrayal on Jock's face. She looked at the ceiling and it was still there. She looked everywhere until finally she couldn't see anything because her eyes were too full of tears.

Most of the time, however, if someone were to poke there head in, she was staring silently at the window. Possibly contemplating the merits of escaping down the hall again. Possibly just waiting until they told her she could go.

PHONECALL IS HAPPEN SEVERAL HOURS AFTER THE FIGHTS

[flamejock]

Blue's phone rang. The caller ID read "Jock."

[travelingbelle]

The phone. Was broken.

[glazedandconfused]

Though Aoi had managed to escape her confrontations with little more than cuts and bruises, she knew some weren't so lucky. Though fighting her friends had been difficult, she could at least count herself lucky in that her friends weren't giant flaming tigerdogs. She couldn't imagine herself getting out of that one alive.

Which is why she went to seek out the mysterious lady she'd encountered twice--once at the pool, and again when they'd fought Jock and Mondo--just to make sure she was okay.

It wasn't difficult. Armed with a box of donut holes, she made her way to the hospital and found Blue in her room, staring out the window.

"Um, hi," she began, standing in the door frame, box in her hands. "I'm sorry if this is...weird. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

[travelingbelle]

To be honest, Blue hadn't really anticipated many visitors. Her phone was broken so she hadn't been able to really tell anyone she was in the hospital. More importantly, since the situation was more widespread than she had initially thought it had been- she had missed all the first newscasts entirely- then people were certainly going to want to tend to their closest circles of friends and family.

So she was quite surprised to hear someone at the door, and even more surprised when she glanced over and saw it was the lifeguard of all people.

"Hello," Blue greeted, blinking. Her eyes fell to the box in Aoi's hands, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit as she looked back up at her. "... I don't think it's weird at all! I had wondered if you had been alright." The trainer sat herself up a bit straighter.

"You can, ah, come in if you'd like."

[rivalappeared]

A knock.

[travelingbelle]

A glance towards the door.

"... Come in?"