[Oh God. Uh. Okay. Fair warning: There is a tube-thing coming out of his chest to treat a pneumothorax. It is uncomfortable, but it also makes it easier to breathe, so trade off? Please don't freak out. Also, his face is still mottled black and yellow from a healing bruise.]
[Kazuki's awake though, and alert. Not particularly cheerful though. The guilt of losing that Meganium, and the general patheticness of his situation seemed to weigh heavier on him with each passing day.]
Hello? [Was it a nurse? He wasn't expecting a visitor at the moment.]
[ it is a nurse! but more surprisingly is who the nurse is actually bringing in! here he is, miss yachi, stepping aside to make way for a short blond girl that steps in— ]
Kazuki! I came to— seeeeeee . . .
[ gradually goes pale and turns right the heck around and out that door. for at least a few minutes.
when she comes back, she’s good enough to bow and exhale. ]
H-hi . . . Kazuki. [ bow!! again!! she’s so sorry 😭 ] How’re you feeling?
[He tried to get up as soon as he saw the color drain from her face, but he halted with a wince. He had to be delicate when he moved, or else the plastic tube in his side became even more uncomfortable.]
[Thankfully, the nurse motioned for him to stay where he was, and she went outside to calm Yachi down in his stead. Since Yachi returned, she must have done her job well.]
[In Kazuki's lap was his Yulpix, Kahoko. Wiggles the Yamper bounced around at Yachi's heels. Sarge the Silvally had backed his bulk into a corner and seemed to be sleeping.]
It's okay, really. [He reached a hand out to motion for her not to bow.] I'm sorry I scared you. I know I'm kind of hard to look at right now.
[ ah, what cute pokemon— he's not alone, at least. yachi finds a stool to take and sit by the bed, careful not to bump into to yamper while doing so. so much energy. ]
Hi there, [ to the energetic woof, now back to the other, ] When you said you were fine, that's mostly what I tried to picture . . . That, and emergency surgery. [ maybe it was her bad to keep her guard down. but maybe she wasn't completely off her mark? hopefully, that doesn't make her intrusive anxiety some kind of unlucky witchcraft. ]
How're you actually feeling, though—?
[ she pulls her bag into her lap, in the meantime, slowly opening the flaps to retrieve something. ]
It's okay, I wouldn't have expected it either. [When the doctors said that when he had a "partially collapsed lung," he wasn't expecting the treatment that he got, with the whole tube thing. Which was probably a good thing, so he wasn't scared out of his mind when they actually went through with it. Now though, if he had to get that whole cut-open thing done again, he'd probably be anxious beforehand.] I'm glad I didn't know what was going to happen. It was, uh. More than I thought it was going to be. What's the phrase, again? Ignorance is bliss? Yeah, there's really something to that.
[Wiggles put his paws up on Yachi's lap, and stood to watch whatever it was she was doing with her bag. His butt was wiggling at 100 mph, as was his namesake.]
I'm okay. They've got me on... I don't know, but it works. [Even if he was a little sleepy all the time.] I wish I could get up easier though.
[ a cute baby . . . are you sniffing out the berries in her bag, wiggle rump? she’ll get one in a second and laughs quietly at the pup. in one of her folders, she pulls out a sheet protected by plastic. ]
You’ll have to stay right where you are for a while. [ anyway, um— she holds the paper out. ] It’s for you.
[ it’s a simple get well card in yachi’s eyes, but she’s put in effort into designing it: crisp and neatly stroked calligraphy spells out recover quickly and stay safe— hitoka yachi with a painted piece of all her pokémon lined up. beneath each well-drawn monster (and her signature) are paw or hand prints; there’s also a soothing scent coming off it like perfume— ume’s own flowery mark. ]
Ume really wanted to make sure you see him without actually seeing him.
[ as in the picture, he’s become quite the handsome meganium! ]
—But between you and me, I think he just wanted to impress your guest.
[ the other meganium. the female she doesn’t know got stolen. ]
O-oh... [He wasn't expecting a gift, but he still reached out with two hands, formally taking the card by each corner as one would with a business card, his head slightly bowed.] Oh, you drew it! Wow, that's amazing! They're all so cute!
[He felt more comfortable with this kind of gift-- thoughtful, but not ostentatious or expensive.]
I'm sorry. I wish I could tell Ume that she's okay...
[ yachi smiles, a little meek at the compliments with cheeks already an easy flare of red. thanks, she’d say, quiet and relieved it was enjoyed.
the next thing makes her look up, with now owlish eyes. ]
You— you don’t mean . . . [ team rocket. rare pokemon. why else would they attack kazuki? yachi makes an audible gasp as she brings her hands to her mouth. ] That’s why they— oh, no— you tried to save her?
[ that’s right— he didn’t do battling, and that’s fair. yachi’s certain that if she had started with a more lenient and non-combatant pokemon, she would have gone the same route. it all started because of ume, for her.
keeping her hand over her mouth as he spoke, yachi’s eyes water and features soften. ]
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[NOT GONNA TELL HER ABOUT THE BROKEN RIBS]
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Please take care, Kazuna. I'm so sorry this happened. I'll try and visit you soon, okay?
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I don't know why I typed Kazuna.
🙇 🙇 🙇
[ it's called ooc typos but this can be ic too i guess
sometime during the week, if kazuki is awake— he'll get a knock on his hospital room door. ]
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[Oh God. Uh. Okay. Fair warning: There is a tube-thing coming out of his chest to treat a pneumothorax. It is uncomfortable, but it also makes it easier to breathe, so trade off? Please don't freak out. Also, his face is still mottled black and yellow from a healing bruise.]
[Kazuki's awake though, and alert. Not particularly cheerful though. The guilt of losing that Meganium, and the general patheticness of his situation seemed to weigh heavier on him with each passing day.]
Hello? [Was it a nurse? He wasn't expecting a visitor at the moment.]
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Kazuki! I came to— seeeeeee . . .
[ gradually goes pale and turns right the heck around and out that door. for at least a few minutes.
when she comes back, she’s good enough to bow and exhale. ]
H-hi . . . Kazuki. [ bow!! again!! she’s so sorry 😭 ] How’re you feeling?
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[He tried to get up as soon as he saw the color drain from her face, but he halted with a wince. He had to be delicate when he moved, or else the plastic tube in his side became even more uncomfortable.]
[Thankfully, the nurse motioned for him to stay where he was, and she went outside to calm Yachi down in his stead. Since Yachi returned, she must have done her job well.]
[In Kazuki's lap was his Yulpix, Kahoko. Wiggles the Yamper bounced around at Yachi's heels. Sarge the Silvally had backed his bulk into a corner and seemed to be sleeping.]
It's okay, really. [He reached a hand out to motion for her not to bow.] I'm sorry I scared you. I know I'm kind of hard to look at right now.
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Hi there, [ to the energetic woof, now back to the other, ] When you said you were fine, that's mostly what I tried to picture . . . That, and emergency surgery. [ maybe it was her bad to keep her guard down. but maybe she wasn't completely off her mark? hopefully, that doesn't make her intrusive anxiety some kind of unlucky witchcraft. ]
How're you actually feeling, though—?
[ she pulls her bag into her lap, in the meantime, slowly opening the flaps to retrieve something. ]
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[Wiggles put his paws up on Yachi's lap, and stood to watch whatever it was she was doing with her bag. His butt was wiggling at 100 mph, as was his namesake.]
I'm okay. They've got me on... I don't know, but it works. [Even if he was a little sleepy all the time.] I wish I could get up easier though.
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You’ll have to stay right where you are for a while. [ anyway, um— she holds the paper out. ] It’s for you.
[ it’s a simple get well card in yachi’s eyes, but she’s put in effort into designing it: crisp and neatly stroked calligraphy spells out recover quickly and stay safe— hitoka yachi with a painted piece of all her pokémon lined up. beneath each well-drawn monster (and her signature) are paw or hand prints; there’s also a soothing scent coming off it like perfume— ume’s own flowery mark. ]
Ume really wanted to make sure you see him without actually seeing him.
[ as in the picture, he’s become quite the handsome meganium! ]
—But between you and me, I think he just wanted to impress your guest.
[ the other meganium. the female she doesn’t know got stolen. ]
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[He felt more comfortable with this kind of gift-- thoughtful, but not ostentatious or expensive.]
I'm sorry. I wish I could tell Ume that she's okay...
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the next thing makes her look up, with now owlish eyes. ]
You— you don’t mean . . . [ team rocket. rare pokemon. why else would they attack kazuki? yachi makes an audible gasp as she brings her hands to her mouth. ] That’s why they— oh, no— you tried to save her?
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[Pain crossed his expression, not caused by any of his injuries.]
I don't know much about battling. I can't fight either. I couldn't stop them.
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keeping her hand over her mouth as he spoke, yachi’s eyes water and features soften. ]
I’m so sorry this happened.
[ to him, to the meganium and her babies . . . ]
Are the officers on it?
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[ she has briefly met jane— everyone here is capable. ]
You should get rest, until then.
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