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Crescendo was tightly coiled in a circle around Morana, who was curled up under her blanket and crying silently. She shook with sobs, finding it impossible to get the image out of head; the image of the dead Vulpix she had grown to love so much. He was so nice, and she always felt so...safe with him, ever since she first met him in the nightmare. Crescendo keened a mournful note; while not a psychic type, Milotics are able to feel what those around them feel much like aura-users and the ralts line. Crescendo glowed slightly, mending Morana's wounds and yearning for her to feel better.

"I-I-I...K-K-Ki......" She stuttered through her sobbing, and broke out wailing once more. Incultyr climbed over Crescendo's body, hopping down in the middle next to his Partner.

"Anna, please...it wasn't your fault. All around the field, a lot of people were attacking their own teammates, Wrath killed Chase, do you hear? You had nothing to do with it." He told her firmly, shaking her head with a growl. "The next time I see that Raichu..." He rumbled in a low voice, too quiet for Anna to hear. Manipulated by Darkrai or not, he had hurt Morana more than magic, tooth and claw ever could, and for that, he was dead. And he'll stay dead this time, because he will rip Jasper's soul to shreds.

Crown fluttered above them, shaking her head at the turn in events. She had gathered the entire team -except Chronicler, whom she left in charge of the Shop- when she heard that they had returned to Hell. Or an illusion of Hell, or whatever the hell that place had been. Acer sat solemnly at the foot of the bed, not being able to see anything, but understanding that his place wasn't to speak.

"Anna dear, please, get some rest." She whispered in a motherly tone, fluttering down near the Houndour to pick up the blanket and pull it off of the houndour's head. She immediately turned around to bury her head into the bed, unwilling to face her teammates. Crown sighed and fluttered her wings, showering Morana in a fine layer of Sleep powder.

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A little while later, and the team was gathered in the lobby of the Hospital.

"I will go inform Team Azalea of the death of their member." Crown told the group softly, and with a nod of approval from Incultyr, she left. The Larvitar sighed, sagging, looking as if all his strength had been taken.

"We have to do everything we can to support Anna from now on, you two. She will need...all our help to get through this, and I hope she comes through unscathed. The ones who would help her best is not in a state to do it...her siblings had lost something precious as well." He told the two youngest members of Polaris in front of him. Acer nodded with eyes wide, having heard about what happened to Zero. Crescendo hung his head sadly.

"...Ink?" He mumbled, and Incultyr was about to growl his usual response of 'My name is not Ink!' but dropped it giving the current situation.

"Yeah Cress? Just say it, you don't need my permission."

The Milotic looked over at the counter and the nurses.

"I...I don't like fighting. And...I don't like watching people get hurt." He began tentatively, and Incultyr nodded. It was in the nature of most Milotics, and Cress seemed to fit it especially. "I want to help people get better, so they don't have to...suffer anymore. I think I...I'd like to work at the Hospital."

Crescendo looked over at the counter again, and Incultyr nodded.

"That might be for the best. You hate being in a fight with us don't you?" Incultyr noted, and Cress nodded. Crescendo would be there, seeing them hurt, and having to act out himself to protect his teammates. He has a natural inherent strength stronger than anything else in the team, and Cress must hate the destruction he is able to cause. He took a step forward and patted Cress on his long slender body.

"I'll help sign you up, and then I'll take Acer home. You can make your own way back when you're ready."

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Zosee snarled, shaking her head to avoid allowing the nurses to get the mask over her snout that'll deliver the anaesthetics. She was hurt pretty bad during her reckless fighting, and her blood had soaked through the blankets already.

On the adjacent bed, Zero was tied down to prevent him from hurting himself. He was staring blissfully at the ceiling, every once in a while closing his eyes and nuzzling someone who wasn't actually there.

"I love you Zosee." He murmured. That soft voice cut through all the chaos and shouting to Zosee, who heard it as clearly as if this was a completely silent room.

Zosee fell limp on her bed, sobbing at the emotions behind those words, despair grabbing at her heart as she thought of how her present self will never be on the receiving end of that affection ever again. The nurse finally managed to get the mask over her nose, and very soon she was drifting off into a forced slumber she couldn't fight...