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sorakh28It's basically her part of Chapter 2 from her PoV, using 3rd person.
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When she finally had a good look at the Ketchum kid, the boy blending in with the white sheets of the bed he was placed in, Remilia was reminded why she chose to work in a human hospital instead of a Pokémon Center. The world was a dangerous place, and sometimes people forget about their own health over their Pokémon's- someone needed to keep an eye out for the humans.
Though, from the development of what's going on besides this kid being in intensive care, did lead her to believe that IF a Pokémon was the one behind his thankfully healed wounds, it had to belong (or used to belong) to a Trainer. No wild Pokémon had ever caused these sorts of injury as far as she's been aware, especially the internal bleeding around the ribs part.
The kid lucked out in being a universal reciever- that way, there wouldn't be much worry in looking for his blood type in the storage, and in a pinch, Pokémon blood can be used as well. Thankfully, there was no need to get to the Pokémon Center's storage, with the help of concerned donors worried for the boy's state.
It's been almost three days since the kid arrived, and with all those transfusions and care everyone's Pokémon could give, he was finally stabilized from a coma to unconsciousness. It was easier to maneuver around his bed with less tubes and drips stuck into him, and hearing him breath on his own? Music to her ears. The Lake of Life really was a miracle maker- too bad it's now deem a crime scene.
Which explained why Phoenix Wright, the King of the Turnabout himself, was in the waiting room with her while she was on break.
Because of course it would be Phoenix Wright- he's usually one to take murder cases (except the last one, where the victim's unexplainable survival surprised even the culprit), but if kids are involved, being a father? It made total sense he'll take the case. The Ketchum kid's younger than his daughter, even.
...Wasn't the Kanto Champion also named Ketchum? Better pick up Johto Weekly after work.
Mr. Wright was in the middle of drinking coffee when a kid bursted in yelling for information about a friend.
"Gary Oak, right?" the attorney queried.
Gary Oak. Wasn't that the name of...
...Wait, that's Professor Oak's grandson?! Having only seen pictures of the professor, she really couldn't tell the new kid was related to him, but she did remember Brock mentioning that Gary and Ash were childhood friends, as well as rivals in the battle circuit.
"...been flying for three days and two nights straight..."
Of all the parts of the conversation she just had to properly overhear, it had to be something like that. She wanted to get up and smack Gary upside his head, but was he or Mr. Wright even aware she was present? She wasn't in the mood to spook anyone-
-and yet Gary did get spooked by someone calling him, begging Mr. Wright to hide him. And once the people that called out for the kid appeared, she understood why Mr. Wright agreed to help him.
There were something just... off about these adults that Remilia couldn't pinpoint physically, but the way they spoke about Ash was ignorant, disrespectful and dismissive of his state. Who in the Reverse World says this kind of stuff about a kid who was formerly in a coma, and so casually at that?! And the inconsistency between their claims and Brock's could be measured as the distance between the planet and the moon.
She just had to do something. A white lie of having a phone call might resolve the tension- she fiddled with her phone, hoping the music player would play the last song she listened to- 'Bad Romance' would work as a ringtone, right?
"BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY-"
SHIT! 'MASS DESTRUCTION' IS NOT A PROPER CELLPHONE RINGTONE! Of all songs to play instead of 'Bad Romance', of course it had to be that. Way to emphasis her geeky side, phone.
*tbc!*
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When she finally had a good look at the Ketchum kid, the boy blending in with the white sheets of the bed he was placed in, Remilia was reminded why she chose to work in a human hospital instead of a Pokémon Center. The world was a dangerous place, and sometimes people forget about their own health over their Pokémon's- someone needed to keep an eye out for the humans.
Though, from the development of what's going on besides this kid being in intensive care, did lead her to believe that IF a Pokémon was the one behind his thankfully healed wounds, it had to belong (or used to belong) to a Trainer. No wild Pokémon had ever caused these sorts of injury as far as she's been aware, especially the internal bleeding around the ribs part.
The kid lucked out in being a universal reciever- that way, there wouldn't be much worry in looking for his blood type in the storage, and in a pinch, Pokémon blood can be used as well. Thankfully, there was no need to get to the Pokémon Center's storage, with the help of concerned donors worried for the boy's state.
It's been almost three days since the kid arrived, and with all those transfusions and care everyone's Pokémon could give, he was finally stabilized from a coma to unconsciousness. It was easier to maneuver around his bed with less tubes and drips stuck into him, and hearing him breath on his own? Music to her ears. The Lake of Life really was a miracle maker- too bad it's now deem a crime scene.
Which explained why Phoenix Wright, the King of the Turnabout himself, was in the waiting room with her while she was on break.
Because of course it would be Phoenix Wright- he's usually one to take murder cases (except the last one, where the victim's unexplainable survival surprised even the culprit), but if kids are involved, being a father? It made total sense he'll take the case. The Ketchum kid's younger than his daughter, even.
...Wasn't the Kanto Champion also named Ketchum? Better pick up Johto Weekly after work.
Mr. Wright was in the middle of drinking coffee when a kid bursted in yelling for information about a friend.
"Gary Oak, right?" the attorney queried.
Gary Oak. Wasn't that the name of...
...Wait, that's Professor Oak's grandson?! Having only seen pictures of the professor, she really couldn't tell the new kid was related to him, but she did remember Brock mentioning that Gary and Ash were childhood friends, as well as rivals in the battle circuit.
"...been flying for three days and two nights straight..."
Of all the parts of the conversation she just had to properly overhear, it had to be something like that. She wanted to get up and smack Gary upside his head, but was he or Mr. Wright even aware she was present? She wasn't in the mood to spook anyone-
-and yet Gary did get spooked by someone calling him, begging Mr. Wright to hide him. And once the people that called out for the kid appeared, she understood why Mr. Wright agreed to help him.
There were something just... off about these adults that Remilia couldn't pinpoint physically, but the way they spoke about Ash was ignorant, disrespectful and dismissive of his state. Who in the Reverse World says this kind of stuff about a kid who was formerly in a coma, and so casually at that?! And the inconsistency between their claims and Brock's could be measured as the distance between the planet and the moon.
She just had to do something. A white lie of having a phone call might resolve the tension- she fiddled with her phone, hoping the music player would play the last song she listened to- 'Bad Romance' would work as a ringtone, right?
"BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY-"
SHIT! 'MASS DESTRUCTION' IS NOT A PROPER CELLPHONE RINGTONE! Of all songs to play instead of 'Bad Romance', of course it had to be that. Way to emphasis her geeky side, phone.
*tbc!*
