HelloYellow17
Local Orre Enthusiast
- Pronoun
- She/Her
Wes gratefully downed the berries and lay still as they worked their magic. The relief was immediate, and he felt strength ebbing back in with each breath. Damn, Pokémon healing abilities were incredible.
He still moved gingerly, though, as he got to his feet, slightly woozy from blood loss. His hind leg wasn’t too happy to support his weight either, and although he could now move it, it was insanely stiff and sore. That one would take a handful days to heal, no doubt.
He grimaced at the voice’s answer to Ridley’s question. “Yeah, that was some kind of Shadow pokemon, all right,” he grumbled loud enough for the others to hear. “Though if it’s the same as the ones I’m familiar with, it shouldn’t be contagious. And if it is…well, I guess we’re screwed, then. But I don’t think that’s the case.”
He scanned the area, relieved to see that all of his companions were accounted for and were well enough to get back on their feet. It was surreal, actually, to see everyone bouncing back so quickly after all of…that. As if they hadn’t all nearly been torn limb from limb. As if they hadn’t all been staring death in the eye not five minutes ago.
Wes suppressed a shiver.
Instead, he nodded gratefully to Sonora’s crew. “Don’t suppose you guys have an easier way out of here that isn’t trekking all the way back on foot?” he asked hopefully.
Then he took a moment to fix both Ridley and Koa with a burning, ferociously accusatory glare. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about the shit you two pulled tonight. Next time you want to jumpstart your own funeral, at least have the decency to do it where it won’t drag others down with you!” He all but spat the last sentence at Ridley.
He still moved gingerly, though, as he got to his feet, slightly woozy from blood loss. His hind leg wasn’t too happy to support his weight either, and although he could now move it, it was insanely stiff and sore. That one would take a handful days to heal, no doubt.
He grimaced at the voice’s answer to Ridley’s question. “Yeah, that was some kind of Shadow pokemon, all right,” he grumbled loud enough for the others to hear. “Though if it’s the same as the ones I’m familiar with, it shouldn’t be contagious. And if it is…well, I guess we’re screwed, then. But I don’t think that’s the case.”
He scanned the area, relieved to see that all of his companions were accounted for and were well enough to get back on their feet. It was surreal, actually, to see everyone bouncing back so quickly after all of…that. As if they hadn’t all nearly been torn limb from limb. As if they hadn’t all been staring death in the eye not five minutes ago.
Wes suppressed a shiver.
Instead, he nodded gratefully to Sonora’s crew. “Don’t suppose you guys have an easier way out of here that isn’t trekking all the way back on foot?” he asked hopefully.
Then he took a moment to fix both Ridley and Koa with a burning, ferociously accusatory glare. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about the shit you two pulled tonight. Next time you want to jumpstart your own funeral, at least have the decency to do it where it won’t drag others down with you!” He all but spat the last sentence at Ridley.