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Len sighed. The meds had made quick work of her gash; bandaging it, slipping her an ointment and pointing her to either a bed or the door as they twiddled a finger to the next beaten up compatriot in line. Much too banged up to walk all the way back to her chamber, she stole an open bed and quietly tried to find solace in some sleep. Dear Arceus, please don't give her nightmares.

However, her neurons were pulled taught when the much too familiar voice of, "Len!" broke the barriers of the infirmary walls. It was no surprise big brother Sorano was worried. It was her first mission. He wouldn't be too happy with the nice battle scar she got from the outcome.

" 'ey, um, anyone seen Len?" he asked to the mill of banged up pedestrians filing into the hospital wing. "Is she a'right? I don' know where- ugh, Len? Oi, Len?" Worry was clouding even his tongue. He couldn't speak. What if she were mangled beyond reason? What if she were scarred and butchered like a Mareep from the slaughter? Dear Arcus, he didn't want to think of it.

Slipping out of the bed, Len chose to avoid her worried brother for the wash rooms instead. Eloise needed some cleaning, she looked as though she spent a few hours in a barbecue. Releasing the bright colored Charizard, she got to work with a wet rag much to the Charizard's protest.

"Cut it out unless you won't these wounds infected." she snapped. "Goodness."

It was certainly surprising news for Isadora to hear of what had happened on Team Rocket's most recent raid. Raids were always risky - she had learned that quickly - but this one seemed to have very serious repercussions towards the participants. The Rocket psychologist had never been on any of the raids so far [though she was sure that she would have to eventually; a prospect she was not looking forward to], and so she was curious to see what the outcome had done to her fellow Grunts and Agents.

Even though the doctor had, in theory, better things to do that sit around gossiping with the others who were in the raid, there was really nothing she would rather do more. She first stopped by the infirmary to see if any of the Grunts or Agents were there. Her search was in vain, though, for it seemed as if they had all moved out of the medical wing by now. Slightly frustrated, but unperturbed, Isadora instead decided to take her Meganium to the washroom to freshen him up a bit, much to the Grass Pokemon's delight.

When she arrived at the washroom, expecting it to be near empty, Isadora found, to her surprise, a good amount of people and Pokemon already there, all covered in a coating of dull gray and black. The doctor blinked and quickly stepped back out of the washroom, in an attempt to give the others some space. "Goohdness..."

Isadora was not sure that she wanted to clean Basil when the station would obviously filling up with much more needing customers, so she walked back out into the halls with her Meganium in tow. As she turned, she almost ran headlong into someone who was scouring the wing. The doctor stumbled back, getting more frustrated by the minute, until she recognized exactly who she ran into: one Sorano Dinkley, a former patient of hers, and a very special person to one of her regular patients. Isadora smiled pleasantly. "Ah, misteh Dinkleh! Fahncy seeing you ahgain!"

One person who did not need any washing off was Nyx; The plus side to being covered in what was basically aluminium foil was that nothing got on your person, however, all of Nyx's pokemon were filthy. Seeing as they all slept in her room with her at night, they all had to be cleaned up. The scientist managed to grab one of the stations, after she took off her fire proximity suit, since she didn't have any wounds that needed taking care of, and took a seat.

"Alright..." She said with a sigh, "Lets get you guys cleaned up." Nyx released by far her largest pokemon first, a copper colored Aggron. The rock and steel type hummed and rumbled, relieved that her trainer made it out of the volcano safely. Nyx picked up a long handled hard bristled brush and dipped it into a bucket of warm soapy water and started to scrub the giant down.

While she was soaping up Maxwell's helmet, she noticed Faleen and smiled. "Hey! They patched you up fast; How are you feeling?"

She felt no offense to Seth's lack of reply, she didn't require or expect one.
She glanced over at the size of the pokemon he was washing down, not really able to imagine having to give a Pokemon like that a bath, and she knew most of his Pokemon were quite large.

And speaking of large Pokemon, the Agent Nyx had come in, and was washing down her own, the large steel type that Faleen was not familiar with.
When Nyx spoke, Faleen glanced over her shoulder, in the middle of working soap into Umbreon's fur, the dark pokemon's eyes closed, and rather enjoying the rub down.
"Agent Nyx" she spoke, standing straighter and turning to face her. "I'm feeling much better, thank you. Though the painkillers they gave me helps a lot with that" She finished with a small grin.
"And you Ma'am? Doesn't look like you were injured." Faleen noticed the lack of wounds, or strained body movement. That was good.

Lips parted slightly, having been witness to the time when the same Agent she was speaking with nearly fell into the pit of Lava... undoubtedly perishing had it not been for Agent Hayes.
"Very much so I would say," Faleen agreed "I'm relieved to see you unharmed Agent Nyx" she said, and meaning every word of it. nearly seeing Nyx died in that moment had been... unnerving... to put it lightly.

She returned to cleaning Umbreon as she talked with Nyx, using the spray to stark soaking off the soap from him.
"Out" she told him after he was completely cleaned off, making her way over to sit back down on the stool with a towel.
This was much more difficult to do with how limited and careful her movements had to be.
the pat down of Umbreon was for the most part, un-affective do to the weakness of her hands.

She nodded in agreement to Nyx's first statement about everyone feeling better, easily agreeing to that. Though when Nyx mentioned helping Faleen learn how to fly on Pokemon, her head lifted, glancing back over at the Agent with her eyebrows arched high over her eyes.
She remembered how pathetic she must have seemed back on the Agent's Pidgeot, and this caused Faleen's face to blush with embarrassment.
"Oh.... um"
She actually had to consider this... it wasn't something she wanted to do, she found other ways of transportation to be much easier and comfortable for her. but in a world of Pokemon... flying was incredibly useful.
"I... suppose, it seems like something that would be useful to be able to do properly" she admittedly, though now very enthusiastically, followed by an awkward grin, turning back to her Umbreon.
"I would very much prefer learning a helicopter... but the offer is gracious Ms Nyx, I would like that."

Blueish white scales started to appear again as Seth continued to hose down his Salamence. The dragon looking rather pleased as it willingly turned itself around to allow the cleaning.

Hearing his name, Seth glanced over his shoulder at the pair of women who were talking behind him. "Hmph, I would think that obvious." He muttered, then turned his attention back to his Pokemon. After all, he used this particular Salamence as his flying Pokemon. Not to mention he had flown the group to and back from the volcano in the helicopter.

The cheek to brow space of Sorano's left side winced with a shattered degree of disgust. Ugh, the doc.

"It be a wonda seein' ya 'ere too, girlie. Ya searchin' fer some too or jus' comin' to 'ear the news?"

Lennyka continued to scrub down Eloise who was wiggling with the slap of water constantly on her figure. Every to little drip that flicked away from her waving form sizzled upon contact to her fire. If Len wasn't careful, she was obviously to be dead. She fingered away clumps of soot under the Charizard's wing and dusted away clung hangings of sediment to her feet. She found a deep sense of peace when she cleaned . . . which was why she really liked Sorano's room for being messy . . . though now she hated him.