Chapter 24
<strong>CHAPTER 24</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, Ms. Pastel, that’s one therapy session with one of the Nurse Joys in two days at 6:30 pm. Is that ok with you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked at the Nurse Joy speaking to me. We were in a secluded room for privacy, but I had almost forgotten that each Pokemon Center had multiple Nurse Joys that worked in shifts to keep the ce running twenty-four seven. I was a bit taken aback at how soon the meeting was going to be, but I nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds good! See you then,” She said, picking up a clipboard. She led me out, and I walked back to the lobby.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nurse Joys were probably the most underappreciated people in the world. They had to not only be proficient in healing all kinds of Pokemon, but they also had to be good at fixing up humans too, both physically and mentally. Denzel had been right, though. It felt good to be finally taking a step forward. Now I just needed to keep walking. I waited for him toe back from the appointment-making area and smiled at him as he walked toward me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How’d it go?” Denzel asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We didn’t even do anything, it was just set up. I see her in two days, at six-thirty,” I said, nodding toward Nurse Joy at the counter, even though it wasn’t her I’d be seeing. “You?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“In two days as well, in the morning,” He muttered. “So what now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, our Pokemon are still in the Center, so I was thinking of going to see how Jacob’s doing,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">He grunted in agreement. “I think I’ll try to spend some time with Budew and then find a stream or ake for Feebas. He hasn’t been out of the ball in a while.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stay safe around Budew,” I warned. “She still despises you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I <em><span style="font-weight:400">know</em><span style="font-weight:400">. She probably won’t like me anytime soon, but I’m making inroads. Slow and steady wins the race, as they say.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Still, be careful. I’m not joking around with this, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will. I’ll drop byter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We went our separate ways, and I made my way to the human wing of the Pokemon Center. Regr hospitals existed too, but I found them to be cold and unsettling. It was probably all the white and bright lights making me feel nervous every time I stepped foot in one in the past. Meanwhile, Pokemon centers used bright, warm colors that made you feel right at home. I didn’t know the reason for the design choice, but I weed it with open arms. Stepping out of the elevator on the second floor, I made my way to Jacob’s room.
<span style="font-weight:400">“224… 224… there it is!” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I gently opened the door and saw Jacob in a hospital gown, lying on his bed. He had an IV drip injected in his arm, administering some kind of dark fluid, and his skin was covered in bandages. He turned and met my eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jacob,” I said with a pause. “How are—” I cut myself off. Of course he was feeling terrible, I was such an idiot. “I came to see you,” I finally said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t think you’de,” Jacob said. His voice was barely audible.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why? Can I sit down?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Be my guest.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat down next to his bed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And I don’t know, we just don’t know each other at all. I really thought you’d wash your hands off me as soon as you got me to a Center,” He whispered. Now that I looked closer, he was as pale as a sheet of paper.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wouldn’t do that. Denzel isingter too,” I said. A low-volume television was ying a si in the corner of the room. Something about a talking Meowth going on a journey with a satirical version of Team Rocket, I had seen it a few times. “How bad were your wounds?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The bites were fine,” He sighed. “Zubat teeth are pretty non-threatening. The poison’s the problem. The doctors say it’ll take at least two months for me to be back on my feet.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Two months? </em><span style="font-weight:400">I thought. <em><span style="font-weight:400">But—</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“So yeah, no more Circuit for me, I guess. I was honestly thinking of quitting anyway, I can’t even think of going out in the wild again after what happened.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see,” I said. There wasn’t much else I could say— it was hard to find the words. I honestly had wanted to help Jacob recover and maybe get him to travel with us, but he was… broken. I didn’t want him to give up— he could still try again after he got better. But I also didn’t want to disrespect his choice. “Your parentse see you yet?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You missed them by a hair, actually. I was going to ask if you somehow found them and told them I was hurt, but they actually got a call from the Center. They were worried sick,” Jacob clenched his hands around the bedsheets. “They didn’t even ask about Starly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re their <em><span style="font-weight:400">son</em><span style="font-weight:400">. I understand that you’re pissed— I’d be pissed too, but you’re their first priority.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Jacob just grunted and turned away from me. I took it as a sign to stop talking and just stayed with him for a while. I figured he’d feel better with someone here. Or maybe I was just annoying him? Either way, we stayed silent until Denzel came to the room. We stayed there for an hour and then left Jacob to rest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s really bad,” I said. “He feels… hollow.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s nothing we can do about it,” Denzelmented with a sigh. “Let’s just hope professionals help him out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We finally got our teams back, and I immediately released Togetic, who immediately flew to my side, brushing her head against mine. I caressed her neck and smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Prrrri!” She squealed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey princess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel released Eevee, who climbed on his shoulder and licked his ear. They were obviously in a good mood. Walking out of the Pokemon Center, I asked Denzel about a body of water for Frillish, and he said that there was a river on route 205. I decided I’d go there at some point since Valley Windworks was on the way there anyway, and apparently, there were interesting Pokemon next to the nt.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So how long are we staying here?” I asked Denzel. “I’m thinking a week, give or take?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We might want to stay for longer to prepare for Eterna. That ce is seriously no joke, I want all of our bases covered.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. “So how long?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we can’t be <em><span style="font-weight:400">too </em><span style="font-weight:400">long, but I want to really try connecting with Budew here. She seems to like the ce. All the flowers and the natural air must be doing wonders for her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So two weeks?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That sounds perfect. We’ve also been cking on trainer battles. We’re always the ones that get challenged and not the ones that do the challenging. We need to make as much money as we can to stock up on supplies before leaving. We’ll probably need bigger bags too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mhm. I’m really nervous about it. The stories thate out of that ce…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel nodded somberly. “But we’ll make it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Just as he finished his sentence, we noticed a group of people crowding around a nondescript building. We decided to give it a look, and as we got closer, I noticed a sign at the edge of the building, obscured by the crowd.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Monthly Floaroma Tournament → Sign up here! Five hundred Pokedor entry fee.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">1st ce: Ten thousand Pokedor and a secret TM.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">2nd ce: Five thousand Pokedor</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">3rd ce: Two point five thousand Pokedors</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ten thousand Pokedors for first ce? That’s as much as we got when we beat Roark!” I said, feeling surprised.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tournaments are big money makers for the city, so it makes sense that the prize pool would be high,” Denzel said. I could feel the excitement in his voice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Want to sign up?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You read my mind,” He answered with a grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">The reason we hadn’t seen that many trainers in Floaroma was apparently because they were all signing up for this tournament, because Arceus damn, there were a lot of people. We slowly filtered into the building when I let out a small gasp after seeing a familiar face. Cecilia Obel and her group were also signing up. I straightened my back when they passed us, but she didn’t even glimpse at me. I felt foolish for being so nervous around her. Why was I even nervous around her? After pondering for a few minutes, I deduced that it was probably because she was such a good trainer. It was intimidating to recall how she had control over a <em><span style="font-weight:400">dragon.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> If she was in the tournament, I wanted to try my best to fight her. I walked up to the counter with renewed motivation.
<span style="font-weight:400">I handed in the five hundred pokedor fee and looked at the rules. They were simr to what the rules had been in Roark’s gym, except that we were only allowed to use two Pokemon and no switch-ins. I thanked the stars above for how convenient this was for me, and Denzel exined that it was probably because the Circuit had just started and everyone was so new. Of course, there was also the possibility that someone who had obtained multiple badgesst year would sign up, but I assumed they wouldn’t bother with such a low-levelpetition. It was clearly meant for newer trainers.
<span style="font-weight:400">The tournament was to start tomorrow and take ce over a few days on the outskirts of the city, in a ce the locals called the meadow, north of town. Apparently, they farmed honey there, and I wouldn’t mind trying some. After we signed up, I decided to finally make my way to Valley Windworks. On the way, I stopped by the river and let Frillish follow along while I walked on the shore until we had to change course. Togetic followed me in the air. She was getting more agile with her flying, often doing twirls and spins, and then ncing at me to see my reaction. I praised her every time. She obviously wanted to impress me, and I found that really cute.
<span style="font-weight:400">Valley Windworks took my breath away. Wind Turbines stretched for miles and miles until they reached the power nt itself. They were honestly bigger than I thought they’d be. To the right, arge mountain range separated Floaroma from the south of the region.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow,” I muttered. It was at times like this and when we exited the Ravaged Path that I was ovee with a feeling that was hard to describe. Like I was finally realizing the <em><span style="font-weight:400">scale</em><span style="font-weight:400"> of Sinnoh. I hade a long way since my sheltered life in Jubilife.
<span style="font-weight:400">I broke into a jog. The path was t, and I <em><span style="font-weight:400">had </em><span style="font-weight:400">decided to go on runs twice per day. If I stopped after the first day, I’d be disappointed in myself. Frillish and Togetic followed close behind me. It was easier today because I wasn’t carrying my backpack. All I had were a few empty Pokeballs at my hip.
<span style="font-weight:400">After twenty minutes, I heaved as I leaned against my knees.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s easier my ass. I’m still cooked by the end of it,” I said, wiping sweat off my brow.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Ele?”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">My head whirred toward the sound behind me. Frillish and Togetic both got in front of me and cried out menacingly. A yellow Pokemon with stripes of ck fur and plug-like horns on its head looked at me curiously. It wasn’t attacking, so I grabbed my Pokedex and scanned it.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Elekid, the electric pokemon. Elekid stores electricity in its body. If it touches metal and identally discharges all its built-up electricity, this Pokémon begins swinging its arms in circles to recharge itself.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Type: Electric</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Really? </em><span style="font-weight:400">I thought. <em><span style="font-weight:400">The electric pokemon? Ten points for originality, Pokedex.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong?” I asked, crouching so I appeared less menacing. “Did you follow me here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kid! Elekid, kid!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Woah, you’re talkative,” Imented. It was probably peaceful because it was used to humans. Employees at the power nt probably walked or drove by here every day. “Well, unfortunately, I can’t understand what you’re saying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ele…” The Pokemon crossed his arms and closed his eyes like it was thinking.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t walk all the way up the power nt, obviously. I wouldn’t even be allowed to ess the inside. There were a lot of electric types hanging about, and I scanned them all with my Pokedex. Shinx, Pichu, Pikachu, Magnemite… they were everywhere. I wondered if the nt had no problems with them stealing their energy.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kid!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I jumped. “You’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">still </em><span style="font-weight:400">here? Man… what do you even want?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Elekid!” It eximed, pointing at my hip. I nced down and noticed he was staring at my Pokeballs.
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned. “What? You want to join me?” I asked in disbelief. Pokemon willingly joining humans wasn’t unheard of, of course, but it was rare and I didn’t expect it to happen to me. I stared into Elekid’s eyes and wondered what in its life had led it to this point.
<span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed a Pokeball and stared at it. It’s not like I hadn’te here hoping to catch something, but this felt too easy. I captured it and waited until the confirmation ‘beep’ sound to rx. Togetic and Frillish seemed just as confused as I was. I released Elekid, who screamed with a voice way too loud for its body. I scanned it again with my Pokedex to see its moves, gender, and ability.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Moves: Thundershock, Swift, Thunder Punch, Charge, Leer (click for more information)</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Ability: Static (click for more information)</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a male, huh? Well, Elekid, wee to the team, I guess?”
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TEAM:
Togetic - Pound, Sweet Kiss, Growl, Headbutt, Fairy Wind, Ancient Power, Extrasensory
Frillish - Bubblebeam, Night Shade, Absorb, Water Sport, Water Pulse
Elekid - Thundershock, Swift, Thunder Punch, Charge, Leer