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The Manectric raised her head as the nurse came into the waiting room. After only a few words the worried mother was past the Chansey in a flash, forcing her way into the room despite the hospital staff's protests.

Zoey was lying on the bed, whining, pawing at the air, his tongue lying limp out of his mouth. The sheets were soaking wet, a result of his body trying to freeze itself to fight his rising temperatures. But the ice could not hold it off, was melting faster than he could freeze them.

The hysterical mother was at her son's side then, howling, sobbing, murmuring reassuring words for both herself and her son, denying what was happening, thrashing, fighting the nurses and the doctors who pleaded for her to calm down and to back off.

She doesn't know how long this went on for, because it all became a large blank blur in her memory, but the next thing she remembers is being back in the waiting room, sobbing quietly on the ground as a Kadabra who worked at the Hospital offered to teleport her back to the guild and to inform any of her family members that lived nearby.

She very rudely told him to get the hell away (she regretted it later, but she wasn't rational at the time) and her memory kinda skipped again to when she left the hospital with her son's body carried on her back. With barely a coherent thought she headed east, with some idea in her mind to make sure her son's final resting place would be the forest she was born and grew up in.

"You're what?" Atra asked, staring incredulously at the small Salamence sprawled across the bed that was just the right size for him. The bed looked positively huge because of the fact it was large enough for the Salamence, but it was actually just a regular bed at the Hospital. Sherman is just a really tiny Salamence; that's what you get when you use the Crystal Chamber to force your evolution before you're ready.

"I'm leaving. I...I've had enough of this." The Salamence whined, cringing as Atra's fur flared. His right wing was bandaged tightly against his side. In the fight against Heatran, a large hole had been burnt though his wing. He might never be able to fly well ever again.

"I didn't...I didn't come for this kind of thing Atra. Real exploration isn't...fun. It's scary. I don't like all this fighting against legendaries and gods and even just normal wild Pokemon."

Atra suddenly turned on him, heading for the door.

"You're pathetic." The Flareon spat, but Sherman was alarmed to hear Atra's voice cracking.

"W-wait!"

The Eeveelution was out the door already, leaving the Salamence in his bed, staring at where his best friend had been moment ago.

~Mikhail

"LUCY!"
A slightly deranged Weavile sped through the doors of the hospital crying for a specific doctor to handle the situation of a certain bloodstained guildmaster within his grasp. His own injuries would surely have to wait since he wasn't as passed out as she was just yet.

~Mikhail

Grave matters far more important than making conversation with the magenta Weavile, Mikhail followed her into the operation room without wasting a moment and attempted to set up Eira on her side on the operation table so her wounds were visible to work on. Considering the unconscious state of the patient though it pretty much turned out looking as he was fondling her in a panic or something.
"Lucy, it's me."
Problems out of the way for the moment he spoke and proceeded to maneuver his scarf so that his face in its entirety was visible.

~Mikhail

"There was some sort of kerfuffle with the guilds and some birds. Y'know, the usual s**t... I don't ask questions."
Mikhail knew well enough that he was being joked with after Lucy had spoken and even gave the slightest bit of a chuckle as he attempted to preoccupy himself from watching the doctor work on someone so dear to him. He wasn't normally a squeamish person or anything, but this whole situation already had him riled up enough to become antsy and fearful. Not to mention he just now had a very troublesome realization as he leaned himself against the far wall of the room. Having been rushed out of his living quarters to day to deal with his duties, the Weavile hadn't had time to take his medication which as far as he knew was keeping him in sound mind. He hadn't exactly had any test runs since he had been prescribed them to what would happen if he missed a day of dosage, and now hardly seemed like the time to find out. Lovely, just one more thing to stress about.