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A Blissey wandered out from a door behind the front desk just as Morana lowered Chronicler to the floor, and the nurse gasped at the sight of the injured Cherubi before moving into action much faster than one would expect from a pokemon her size.
"Oh dear, this looks serious!" she exclaimed, crouching down by Chronicler for a moment before scooping up the Cherubi carefully and carrying her down the hallway with the Chansey from behind the desk trotting behind. They disappeared into a room for a moment, then the Blissey poked her head through the door and motioned for Morana to follow. "You can come in if you'd like, just don't disturb her." she said, then slipped back into the room where the nurse Chansey was just finishing up settling Chronicler in a bed and starting up several machines to moniter the Cherubi's vital signs.

Zaru regarded the Charmander thoughtfully as the lizard spoke, then shrugged slightly as he glanced around the plain white hallway. "Well, you're probably not gonna find any in a place like this. Seems all this place is good for is making people emotional." he said matter-of-factly. Honestly, with all the revelations, crazy injuries, and depressingly-serious conversations in these rooms, he was amazed that they didn't just paint the whole place black to suit the mood. But then again, that might not be the best image for a hospital, so...

Drifting back into his own thoughts, it took a moment for Zaru to realize that the Charmander had started talking; he really needed to stop brooding so much, what if that happened during a fight or something? Ugh.
The Infernape frowned a little at the question, but since he was feeling so unusual today already he might as well keep going. "Shoot." he said simply, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position against the wall.

Morana hurried into the room, anxious and slightly afraid. She really didn't know Chronicler that well; the Cherubi had latched onto their team despite their protests only about two weeks ago. But still, she had helped on numerous occasions, especially on their last mission into mystic Woods.

And as one of the leaders of Team Polaris, she felt responsible. And it terrified her, the thought that someone might die because of the team she had decided to create.

Morana sat in the corner of the room as the Chansey set up equipment that the houndour could barely understand. Her family lived in the countryside, where they could hunt what they needed to eat without the limitations of social conventions (no need to worry about eating the neighbor's uncles or something), so she's quite intimidated by technology.

A little while later, as Morana was curled up in the corner of the room, nodding off to sleep, her ears perked up at familiar voices.

"-runt of a Cherubi, purple and yellow- you've seen her? Which room?"

Morana pushed herself to her feet as Incultyr and Altus walked into the room. A surge of relief washed through her, and she felt an overwhelming urge to run over to the two of them, and lick them all over, tails wagging. Of course she didn't though, she was damned shy enough to even do anything sociable that was sensible. She did allow herself a tired grin and a slow swish of her little tail.

"Hey there Morana. Sorry about sending Chronicler back on her own, but the client was being a p***k, so we decided to finish the mission before we came back." The Larvitar looked over at the bed that Chronicler was on.

"How is she?" Altus asked, following Incultyr's gaze. he glanced around the rest of the room quickly, trying not to stare at the other patients. Like Morana, Altus had spent most of his life out in the wilderness. His former exploration tam had been dedicated to helping "wild" Pokemon after all. Being in a hospital felt weird.

"I'm not entirely sure...I...um...I've been too scared to ask." Morana seemed to get smaller as she said this. She felt pathetic, admitting the truth.

Sighing, Incultyr walked over to the Chansey that had brought Chronicler in, and asked her about the Cherubi's condition. He came back soon after, Morana and Altus waiting expectantly.

"She's stable. They can't guarantee anything, but they think she'll probably survive. Even as a grass type and electric attacks, she did get ganged up on by an entire herd of Pokemon."

Altus and Incultyr made themselves comfortable and they explained to Morana what had happened during their mission-gone-wrong. It would have been comical if not for the fact the Cherubi was possibly dying.

"How are we going to pay for this?" Altus suddenly asked, concerned. The team didn't have much funds on them at the time, and their shop wasn't doing well.

"I think the Guild will pay for it, since she was injured on a Mission. Incultyr replied, but shrugged to let them know he wasn't entirely sure.

"Arceus dammit Chronicler. You better pull through this, because I've got several things to tell you and most of them aren't nice." he growled to himself, frustration showing in his voice.

Despite his rough uncaring attitude, it seems he really was concerned.

Czar

"I see. . ." Czar head the Merc's answer, his heart sank a little when he heard that humans had a negative reputation to pokemon, when he was asked a question he answered, "Sort of, well yeah, he told me that he died in order to protect his friends, he met an untimely end and was reborn into a Pokemon."
Czar told Zaru his life story; twisting it a little to make it someone else.
"He couldn't remember anything else except his trade skill, and his personality, however he told me that whenever he touches an object that relates to his past he acquires some of his memories back, at first I thought it was a crazy story, but. . . Some how I inclined to believe him, and even though humans are hated, I still respect him; despite the fact that he's a human, I even saw proof; he can't be caught by pokeballs, but can't evolve through Crystal chambers, mostly it's because they have different DNA strands; some human traces can be found within the body of the pokemon, however I still think that he shouldn't be trusted, what do you think?"