Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Post by Elliot Sunderland on Apr 10, 2020 22:51:30 GMT
"Almost here . . . so close . . . come on, Lev . . ." Elliot could barely speak by this point, exertion and panic reducing him to hasty, clipped sentence fragments. He was reaching the limits of how quickly he could move without his walking stick, and by now the poor boy was pale-skinned and breathing heavily. This had been the hardest leg of his journey so far, and he knew the second he got to any sort of comfortable seat he was going to pass out and sleep like a baby.
Yet he couldn't even worry about himself right now. The blue-haired idol who he had come here with was far more his priority. Elliot found himself constantly looking over his shoulder to check on her, eye constantly wandering down to the hand that had gotten nicked by a Seviper. He didn't want to stop and examine it in full. Not when every second he paused for was another second that its venom could course through her veins. Yet he couldn't stop himself from constantly looking back at her, as if afraid she'd be there one second then gone the next. The uncertainty was starting to get to him. So was limping across damn near half of a route. He'd do anything for a cold drink right now.
Cold. Yes. Cold glass. That was a door! He'd made it! Elliot practically smooshed against the door, looking up and sighing in relief as he saw the sign above it. Pokemon Center. There were no two words he'd have rather heard right now. "Made . . . it . . . " he said, taking advantage of this stopping point to finally let himself breathe. Once Levy was here, he'd slide open the door and let her through. But what was wrong with taking a second or two to get some deep breathing in?
She was past comprehending words, she was past hearing them for the most part. The sound of her own labored breathing sounding extra violently loud to her own ears. And the pain, Levy couldn't remember a time she had been in more pain than she was right now. Her arm felt like it was on fire, all of it originating from the three inch gash on her forearm. Her vision was already blurring, and she saw things that she was pretty sure other people didn't see. That blue green puddle was back at Elliot's feet that she still had no idea where it came from. And that fog coming from Zei that started silver but streaked russet and black.
She couldn't really think through the pain that throbbed from her arm, but some coherent thoughts broke through. Poor Elliot, pushing himself so hard to make sure she got to the Pokemon center. They had gone so far, that she knew even if a bunch of it was a blurr in her memory, and that must have been so hard on the boy.
Zei was running ahead of them, though even he was getting tired as well, he kept ahead of them and continued to lead them in the right direction with encouraging yips and barks. The silver fox ran forward staring up at the glass doors. This was the right place right? He sniffed at the door, pawing it as he looked inside. There! He saw a familiar face! One he knew would be able to help Levy! So the fox jumped up, hitting the large metal button that would open the door.
Levy groaned, grabbing at Elliot as she began to lose her balance and stumbled forward too far. She winced as she jarred her arm. "Elliot? Sorry..." She mumbled.
But the silver and blue fox was dashing forward, and as rude as it was the fox jumped up onto the desk to get a certain nurse's attention.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on Apr 17, 2020 16:26:38 GMT
» this is going well! » WORD COUNT, 417
The weather was abnormally horrible the last few weeks, which didn't bother Elizabeth as much as it likely did others. The rain helped her to feel a little less awful when she was on an eleven-hour shift at the Pokemon Center in Bass City. It was certainly better than looking outside and seeing a beautiful spring day that she couldn't go out and enjoy. It also meant more people were here making use of the facilities, which meant less boredom for her overall. For a moment, though, she was speaking with the receptionist while handing over the set of pokeballs that had just finished being healed in the machine. Her most charming smile in place she handed over the last one.
"--so I'll see you at the show this weekend, Sherry?"
Sherry, in all her nervous-new-receptionist manner, giggled and nodded. "Of course! I, I wouldn't miss it for anything! Thank you so much for inviting me!"
"It's no problem. Think of it as your 'welcome aboard' gi--"
A sudden blur of shiny silver fur hopped up onto the desk, and Sherry let out a small yelp of surprised while Elizabeth's back straightened, standing tall enough to see over the Nickit that had appeared, looking for its trainer. She really really hoped that this was somebody else's shiny Nickit and not...no, no it was Zei. There was Levy in the door, holding her arm which had some dark red blood on it. Shit. "Sherry bring me a wheelchair." She didn't wait for an answer before she was stepping around the counter to the door. "Lev what the hell did you do."
Her voice came out as hard and level, almost cold, though she was anything but as she put her hands on her band-mate's shoulders and steadily adjusted her toward a chair. Elizabeth positioned Levy's arm to better see the injury. What happened? Her veins looked swollen under her skin. The skin around the gash itself was inflamed. This looked like poison. "What Pokemon poisoned you?" Ugh, but she might not be able to think or speak clearly. Elizabeth listened closer to her thoughts, trying to catch the answer in there instead. It was a jumble.
Had she been running to get here? Given that she had poison in her system that could only do more harm. This is why people carried antidotes, dammit.
She could hear metal wheels coming toward them. Any second now.
Post by Elliot Sunderland on Apr 17, 2020 23:13:54 GMT
Admittedly, Elliot was smaller and lighter than Levy, and didn't have a very sturdy foundation to stand on. When she needed to grab onto him to avoid stumbling through the door, she left him stumbling as well. Nevertheless, even as his knees wobbled, he tried to keep strong for her. He held his ground best as he could, even managing to work up a fragile smile in her direction. "H-hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he said, letting her grab him to support herself as much as she'd need. He gave her hand a gentle pat with his, as if hoping it would help ease her wincing some. "W-we made it. We're here. We can do this. You're going to be okay.
As Eliza approached, her stardom didn't even register to Elliot. How could it, when he was busy having the panic of a lifetime? He handed Levy over to her, figuring the trained professional here was a better choice to make the transition from standing to wheelchair usage easy for her. "I-it wasn't her fault. It really wasn't," Elliot said. "There was a trainer in trouble. Sevipers. They wiped a whole trainer's team. Levy stepped in to help. Two of them, Levy only had Zei. I stepped in too, but . . ."
He trailed off, flinching down towards the ground. "I . . . I was scared. I hesitated. I was too slow. By the time I got my Pokemon out to help, it already . . ." He couldn't even finish his sentence, looking down at the floor so intently that he could have burned a hole through it. "I'm so sorry . . ."
Zei sat on the counter, unblinking towards the definitely startled receptionist. Amber eyes knew who to look for, his nose twitching in an attempt to scent who all was there. But this was still Bass City and Eliza was a nurse, so it was pretty likely she would be here. And just as he had hoped, she knew it was him too! One Levy made him that scarf, everyone would know just who he was for certain at first glance! Though he still yipped indignantly at Eliza's tone. Levy hadn't done it on purpose!
Levy's eyes were unfocused, vision shifting between super blurry and focused. She was pretty certain that the colors she was seeing weren't real, but it was at the point those were all she could see. She tried to smile to Elliot, putting as little weight on him as possible (though it was probably still a lot more than she realized) until she could shift her weight off of him. The bluenette was still quite dizzy, and the blurry vision left her swaying until a silver grey green shadow took over most of her vision. As odd as the colors felt, this one was familiar, though she couldn't put a name to it until her vision focused again.
Levy didn't resist as she was guided to a chair, the world spinning a bit too much for her liking.
Green. Grey. Purple would go nicely with those colors Levy thought. Purple!
"Seviper." Levy also supplied, though her words likely came in the middle of Elliott's explanation of events, which very slowly registered in her mind. "No one's fault, not really. It was an accident." She tried to reach to pat Elliot's hand, but of course her vision blurred and she probably missed by quite a margin.
"It was... a very sudden ch-chain of events. And if anything... if I had reacted acouple seconds sooner. We'd probably be fine." Levy grumbled, squinting as if that would fix her vision. "Caught one though... she's pretty. And intimidating." She gave a half shrug before wincing. Yeah, moving hurt too much.
"Okay, so, am I the only one seeing all these colors?" Levy couldn't help but ask out loud, still squinting as she looked around Eliza's frame trying to get a better look at this 'shadow'.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on May 4, 2020 16:57:06 GMT
» more venom in this one » WORD COUNT, 549
Eliza barely registered the other person standing over Levy, and didn't even look in his direction when he started talking. He provided little useful information, save the name of the Pokemon whose venom they were dealing with. Servipers. Good. Well, no, not good, Levy was still poisoned, but it was good now that she knew what she was dealing with. Everything after that she entirely tuned out.
Well, except she took the chance to blame him, if what he said was true.
Useless strangers. Why do you guys keep spending time with people like them?
"Stop talking," she bit back at the boy just as the wheelchair came up, pushed by not a person, but a decently sized Chansey. It trilled with worry at the sight, and moved around the chair--which it at least locked in place first--to help Elizabeth move Levy from the waiting room seat into the wheelchair. Eliza exhaled softly, and, kneeling in front of her friend again, quickly removed any of her rings or bracelets on the arm she had the gash on. It didn't look swollen yet, but she had to be prepared if it began to. "Your sense of vision and mental state are impared from the poison. Just stay calm. Thank you Chansey. I'll get her to the ER."
"You stay here." Elizabeth threw a cold look over her shoulder at the boy, kicked the lock on the wheelchair to open it, and began to wheel Levy towards a large pair of double doors that lead into the hospital portion of the building. She knew where to get the antivenom, but first she had to page another nurse or Chansey to prepare it...this would be easy. It was just treating the poison. It could have been so much worse. Not that it wasn't very bad but it would be fixed. Had to.
The Chansey, however, stalled, and went to pull at Elliot's hand gently. Like it was saying he should come with them, ignoring what Elizabeth had barked out.
They (and Chansey and Elliot, should they follow after) made their way into a sterile white room where another Chansey was waiting to help. It was a little smaller than the first, but didn't make even a sound of surprise at the sight.
Elizabeth huffed and rolled the chair next to the bed, looking the smaller Pokemon over and nodding. "Serviper. No time of incident, but she's not swollen, just experiencing hallucinations. Bring me antidote and antivenom."
<Going. Should I get a tetanus shot as well?>
"Check when her last booster was. Levy Santos."
The smaller Chansey waved its little stubby hand and waddled quickly away, leaving the two of them alone for a moment--she had yet to notice if Elliot and the other Chansey did, in fact, come along. She was too focused on helping her friend. "Let's get you into the bed. Hang your arm off the side for now. Keep it below your heart." Ever grateful of her ballet muscles--especially since Levy was taller by a fair few inches--she helped to adjust her up into the bed instead. It wasn't, thankfully, too big of a shift. She made sure her arm was off the side.
Post by Elliot Sunderland on May 4, 2020 17:47:24 GMT
Elliot's colors may have been a little difficult to see at the moment. After all, rather than rise up as many auras did, his had basically fallen to the ground in a flat, shadow-like puddle of green. Nevertheless, while his spirit was absolutely crushed, he knew he couldn't just give up on Levy like that. Not when she needed him. Not just metaphorically in this case but rather literally, because if he didn't hold his ground the poor girl would've probably fallen over. He did his best to smile at her, but the only one he could muster up was as fragile as glass. "You're going to be okay. See? Help is coming," he said, voice barely above a murmur.
Sure enough, help was on the way! The nurse wasn't really the knight in shining armor type, though. As she commanded Elliot to stop talking, he cringed away and nodded. "Okay, sorry," he said, though he remained standing nearby so that Levy could continue to brace herself against him. It was only when the Chansey arrived with a wheelchair and took Levy into her stubby little arms that Elliot stepped back. With the hand-off made to the professionals, he knew if he stuck around he'd just be getting in the way. While he shot the injured bluenette a concerned look, he bit his tongue before he said anything. The last thing he wanted was to stress out the nurse that would be saving his dear friend's life.
That nurse looked and sounded familiar, didn't she? Yet Elliot couldn't quite place why.
His decision to take a step back and let things play out was clearly the right one. The nurse didn't even need to tell Elliot to stay here. The look she threw over her shoulder was enough to let Elliot know that he'd be in a world of trouble if he did. Yet if that was the case, why was the Chansey trying to guide him somewhere? She tugged on his hand with the gentle, wise, and patient insistence only a Chansey would have, and immediately Elliot knew what the gesture meant. "Are you sure? I don't want to put more stress on the nurse. Or get Levy in trouble," he said. Yet as he saw Levy getting wheeled further and further away, a pang of concern hit him right in the heart. He looked towards the Chansey, eyes wide and brow knit with worry. "Okay. I trust you," he murmured. "Please, lead the way."
Maybe this would be a mistake. Yet Elliot knew he'd be kicking himself no matter what choice he made.
Wait, was that comment directed at her? But why would Eliza tell her to stop talking? And she sounded pissed. Oh, was that actually at Elliot? Levy's eyebrows furrowed as she squinted. She just needed to gather her thoughts, to defend Elliot again, but the throbbing in her arm and head was making it difficult.
Eliza was just worried, understandably. She'd have to remember to reassure Elliot once this was all over. Huh, both of them could have the nickname Eli. Given the situation, it was very odd when Levy chuckled softly. Oh, this was all the poison? But that didn't explain why she was seeing the colors a bit before the attack? That was something she'd have to think about another time as she was already getting wheeled to the back. Levy was pretty damn quiet, staring forward and zoning out as things either moved too quickly or too slowly.
"Alright. Come on legs, just a bit more." Levy grumbled, wincing as her legs trembled even with Eliza's assistance. She couldn't help but slump with relief as she got to lay down, her arm a limp noodle as Eliza adjusted that too. "It was getting hard to hold up anyway." Levy murmured, chuckling once.
"I'll really owe you after this huh? Dinner on me?" Levy offered weakly. Maybe she could crack a joke?
Now, that just left one person, or mon, unaccounted for. Zei whined loudly and pitifully, running over to Elliot and pawing at his leg quickly before the boy got too far. Then he butted his head against the boy and sitting at his feet politely. Eyes wide and begging to be picked up.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on May 14, 2020 15:20:53 GMT
» this chansey's a brat » WORD COUNT, 444
With Levy in the bed and with her arm lowered and an antidote on the way, Eliza felt much better about taking a second. She put her hand on Levy's forehead, checking for a fever. There was one, so she plucked an electric thermometer and slid one of the disposable sheaths over the piece that went into ones mouth. "Showing up at my day job, scaring me to death," Eliza muttered, but she let a faint smile slide into place at Levy's half-aware offer for dinner. She shoved the thermometer into her mouth without warning. "You owe me a drink for this, Lev."
The large round Chansey stopped just outside the door to the emergency room, and gestured to a small folding chair nearby it. She trilled softly to indicate it to him without altering Eliza. Until things were stable, this would be a good place for him. And it meant Zei had a lap to sit on while they both waited.
"You couldn't even wait until I got my nurse 'mon, could you," she continued to talk at a low volume, then, hearing the thermometer beep, drew it from Levy's lips and disposed of the sheath in a quick practiced motion. "Thirty-eight degrees. Not as bad as it could be. What were you even doing, trying to grab it by the tail? Neither end of a Serviper is safe to grab, you moron."
The smaller Chansey returned, passing Elliot and the larger one and giving them a small nod before stepping into the room. <I brought a booster shot as well,> they said, holding a metal tray up for Eliza. Elizabeth slid on a clean pair of gloves and picked up a clean sponge, and the antivenom. <I don't believe I've seen you this worried before. It's not even that bad yet.>
"She's a friend." Elizabeth wiped the blood away, set the sponge down, then removed the sterile sheath from the needle. "You'll feel a small pinch."
<You have friends?> The Chansey let out a small, high-pitched giggle that may have sounded innocent to anyone not hearing what they were actually thinking. Elizabeth didn't have time to glare at her as she found the best vein and slid the needle into Levy's arm. Anti-venom done. She threw the needle away.
"That should stop it from getting worse," Eliza exhaled, and picked up the antidote next. She began to spray it over the wound itself. "And this'll get rid of the poison in your system already. It will sting. Just don't flail."
<Should have said that before you started spraying.>
Post by Elliot Sunderland on May 14, 2020 23:41:24 GMT
Elliot nodded, sitting down in the folding chair without hesitation. As much as he wished he could be by Levy's side right now, this was as close as he could get without jeopardizing her healing. And, y'know, getting a scalpel to the sternum by a pissed-off nurse, but that was a bit less important. At least now he was close enough to the goings-on to start feeling the slightest bit of relief. They were in the hospital now. Levy was getting the treatment she'd need. She was going to be okay. With how hard they fought just to get here, they had to be.
Maybe after this, he'd treat himself. Splurge a little on his next walking stick. He could use one that Lord Beerus couldn't just splinter to pieces so easily.
"Thank you," Elliot whispered, shooting an appreciative glance at the larger of the two Chanseys. "Guessing now all we can really do is wait, huh?" Yet that didn't make Elliot's job here any less important. He wasn't the only visitor waiting in the wings. And frankly, the adorable fox pawing at his leg both knew Levy longer and needed comfort far more than he did. He picked Zei up, softly stroking the Nickit's fur. "I know this has to be so scary for you. But Levy's in really good hands now. And while we're sitting here, even if we can't be right there for her, I know every little bit of hope we have in our heart counts. So keep believing for her, okay Zei? With you in her heart, I know she's gonna be okay." He would let the Nickit snuggle him as much as he needed, holding him gently yet closely. Right now, it was the least he could do for both of them.
"What's the nurse with Levy like? She seems . . . " He trailed off, trying to think of the kindest possible way of phrasing his thought.
The thermometer was put in her mouth, the metal tip pressed under her tongue. Levy gave a fluttering eyeroll and a muffled 'uh huh'. "Yeah, dinner and a drink, on me." Levy amended, head bobbing slightly. "You know I didn't mean to scare you, or anyone. We just picked a direction and stuck with it." The bluenette shrugged with her one good shoulder, still wincing at the movement. But at least it was better than moving her bad arm.
Her eyebrows furrowed, okay, she didn't know both ends were bad, maybe had an inkling of it that was a very foggy thought right now. But she sure as hell hadn't done it on purpose. Okay, Levy did some stupid things like anyone else, but she definitely hadn't done this one on purpose. "Yeah, I totally and on purpose stuck my arm in a Seviper's mouth because I was curious what getting poisoned would feel like." The girl snorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"It wasn't on purpose. Snake lunged at me, I dodged to the side, I pulled my arm away, and push the head away. I think... and Zei came from the other side, trying to knock it's head away. Only to push them to my arm instead." Levy let out a long sigh. "Good intention, just not coordinated well." She mumbled, frowning slightly. She really hadn't meant for things to go wrong like this.
Levy still flinched a little at the pinch, looking away from what Eliza was doing to her arm. She wasn't very good with this kind of stuff. If it was for anyone else, sure, but knowing that this was happening to her? Not as much. And then the belated warning.
Now that, that wasn't very nice. And now she was being told not to flail?! Levy tried not to bite her lip too hard, didn't need that to worry about too. Fists clenched and a heel only kicked the table once before Levy was focusing on her breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
Zei whined once more, standing up on his hind legs to get more height to look through the window. Seeing Levy there with Eliza, the fox knew his best friend was getting taken care of. But that didn't mean the guilt and worry was any less there. His ears folded down and he sat back down before curling up against Elliot's stomach and resting his head on his paws. He felt so sad, that this was his fault. If he had only gone the other way. But, instead of dwelling on it he sat up, putting his paws on Elliot's chest and licked at the boy's cheeks. Elliot needed comfort too!
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on Jun 5, 2020 13:37:05 GMT
» she's putting it nicely » WORD COUNT, 512
"Would you believe I would have believed you if you said that?" Eliza at least had the sense not to grin at Levy for her sarcastic comment, because she was trying to be serious and worried. Making light of this would be unprofessional. But keeping Levy talking was good--as long as she was responsive, and she was, she wasn't going to panic. "We get all sorts in the ER. A lot of dumb people who did something they knew they shouldn't and got injured because of it. But there's more people with burns or electrocution symptoms than outright poison." Seriously, you'd think one would know better than to pick up a Magby with their bare hands, or try to pinch a Pikachu's cheeks. Some people...
Eliza put a compress on the wound, now that it was sprayed. It wasn't bleeding as badly as it had been, which was a good sign. Some venoms prevented blood from clotting so their pray would bleed out from a minor injury. Others increased it so their pray would suffer a heart attack. But Servipers weren't your run-of-the-mill snake. No Poison-types were. Their damage was always a little weird. A little magical, if she dared to say it. That was Pokemon in general, though.
She began wrapping a clean bandage around the wound. "At least it didn't hit anywhere vital. A bit higher or a bit lower and you could have pierced an artery. So good job lucking out on not bleeding to death."
The Chansey besides her tsk'd her tongue. <Your bedside manner needs work.>
"This is why I said I should be a surgeon, not a nurse."
"Alright. One more shot, and not the fun kind," she spoke a little softer, picking up the booster shot and moving up Levy's body to her arm instead. With a clean swab she sanitized the area, pressing her thumb against Levy's arm to find a vein. "You know, as a coordinator, you'd think your coordination would be better than this. It's literally the name of your 'field'. I'm not letting you live this down."
The larger Chansey next to Elliot smiled at the little shiny Nickit and offered it her own stubby little paw to sniff, offering a pet. She was impressed by the human's care for a Pokemon that, from her deduction, didn't even belong to him. That was so sweet. To his question she tilted her head (which really just looked like her whole body lilted to the side because she was just one big shape) slightly in thought. What was nurse Joan like...well, uh...her smile grew a little sheepish and she tapped her hands together, trying to think of how best to explain it. Especially since he couldn't understand her, the way that said nurse could.
Her arms made a motion like one was chopping into the other, and not going through. Like a sword without an edge, or maybe just a hammer. "Blunt".
Post by Elliot Sunderland on Jun 6, 2020 16:59:20 GMT
Elliot giggled softly, keeping his voice to a respectfully quiet volume. They were in a hospital, after all, even if Zei tickled! "I'm okay, I'm okay, don't worry," he said between giggle, ruffling the little fox's fur in response. "But I appreciate it a ton. Thanks, Zei." He wished there was more he could do or say to help the poor fox out. But right now, waiting was all they could do.
At least the nurse with Levy was . . . well, she seemed talented and hard-working! Even if she was easily compared to punching sounds, or perhaps a particularly angry angry hammer. She sure didn't seem the best at bedside manner, especially if even the Chansey was admitting it. But at the same time, that must've meant she was a tremendous nurse if she was still here, right? Clearly she was one of the best of the best they had to offer here! "I appreciate the heads up," he said. He wasn't about to pat the Chansey, considering she was busy on work, but he sure did give her a grateful smile!
Instead, he continued to stroke Zei's fur and hold him close. "I'm sure we'll see her soon. I promise," he assured between strokes. He even hummed softly for the poor thing, though he kept his voice barely above a whisper as he did so. For now, it was all he could do.
Wait, Eliza had to be joking! Wait, no, this was Eliza they were talking about. She didn't really do jokes. Arceus that was scary to think about. Levy winced, "Yeah, I may not be the smartest, but I'm not that dumb. Or at least I don't try to be." She snorted, though thankfully this experience was almost over. Or the worst of it was. Her arm remained limp in her friend's grasp, keeping it just lifted enough to allow for easier bandage wrapping. Her vision was still hazy, squinting a little as colors faded in and out of focus.
Shouldn't that have stopped by now? Maybe it still needed some time?
"Geeze Eli, do you talk to everyone like this? Poor souls don't understand that it's your wa8 of caring." Levy rolled her eyes, smirking playfully as she could manage. "Like it'll make me feel much worse, just get it over with. Please?" Even though the action still made her feel dizzy, she rolled her eyes anyway.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a new coordinator, meaning I'm expected to screw up. And it was a stressful situation for your information." Levy huffed indignantly, she wasn't perfect. She knew that. And it was already going to stick with her for awhile. But hopefully this was the last thing and she could go see Elliott soon. What would he think once he realized just who this nurse was? She chuckled softly while trying to focus on her breathing and ignore the fact she was getting another needle.
Zei settled down, paws still on Elliot's chest to look him in the eye (the only way he could really) and settled for rubbing his cheeks against Elliot's before sitting on the boys lap. How long had Levy been in there? He hadn't been parted from her in so long. There was a soft, but impatient whine and leaned himself into the hands that pet his silvery fur. Soon he'd be with Levy again, he hoped at least. His heart couldn't take too much more.
Post by Elizabeth "Eliza" Joan on Jun 27, 2020 17:52:32 GMT
» see, eliza cares...? » WORD COUNT, 488
The average for human intelligence went lower by the second when one worked with those who have injured themselves. Elizabeth already had a pretty high bar to begin with, so she already didn't have much faith in the masses. Working here only made that worse. But at least today she was helping out a friend.
She chuckled a little and delivered a very gentle poke to Levy's injury, to test if the pain was decreasing, and also taunt her a bit. Again. She was so easy to taunt. "Not usually, no, but I'll be thinking it. You just get my unfiltered thoughts because I know you're not going to go complaining about my bedside manners." With a vein found she held the needle against her arm. This time, she gave at least a few seconds of warning. "Breath in, then breath out." On the exhale, she pierced the needle into her skin, pressed down on the plunger, and then withdrew it, and tossed it unceremoniously into the hazardous waste bin.
<I'll go get her some water, and you as well--anything else I should grab?> The smaller Chansey chirped and Elizabeth glanced at her over her shoulder, shaking her head. Then off she waddled to the door.
"Yeah yeah, I know. Still going to lord that over you," Eliza chuckled and pulled up a stool to sit on next to the bed. She put a little pink band-aid--the kind that they reserved for kids, but hey, what Levy didn't notice wouldn't not make her grin later. She placed the back of her hand against Levy's forehead. "You feel cooler but it's still higher than usual. Still seeing crazy colors, or feeling sick?"
The smaller Chansey waddled out the door and caught sight of both the larger, sweeter Chansey, Elliot, and Zei. She blinked and frowned a little. A sharp trill got the attention of the larger one who turned to face her. After a couple seconds of chirps, trills, and a wagging stubby arm, the smaller, grouchier Chansey looked at Elliot and sighed. She then threw her arms up and kept waddling away.
The bigger Chansey turned back to Elliot, grinned sheepishly, and then peeked into the doorway. <Umm...nurse Joan? Can we...?>
Eliza looked towards the door. Oh. Great. Of course she would have brought the boy along, she was the bleeding heart of the center. Elizabeth didn't give a shit about some random guy who'd just happened to come in with Levy. Unless he was somebody...important to her. Elizabeth pursed her lips into a line. "Hey, who was the boy who came in with you? Do you--" She gritted her teeth for a moment, "--want him to come in...?"
Predicting the answer, the bigger Chansey looked to Elliot and Zei and did her little "Come on, come on" gesture again, motioning towards the room.
Post by Elliot Sunderland on Jun 29, 2020 23:07:09 GMT
Elliot continued to nuzzle Zei, occasionally shooting wary glances towards the door. "Such a good, patient boy," Elliot assured. The fox's worried whines were like little stabs in the heart! "Lev's gonna be so proud of you, y'know? She trained such a good little Nickit. Keep on being so good, and I'll get you a treat, okay?"
And here came the treat! The smaller Chansey had resigned herself to accepting her larger friend's compassion, and with it so did Eliza. Elliot perked up a little, and at the Chansey's motion he was so tempted to drop everything and run to his surrogate big sis' side. But he could feel the resignation in the nurse's voice, and he knew that just charging in and getting in the way would do nothing but make her angrier. He already felt like enough of a burden today. There was no chance in hell he'd be making himself more of a nuisance.
That's why he set Zei down, giving the fox a ruffle on the head. "Go to her," he whispered, his smile tired yet kind. "I know there's no way she'd turn you down. In fact, I don't think there's anyone in the world she'd rather see than you right now." As badly as he worried about Levy, he could handle waiting those few seconds more, just long enough to hear her response.
And if she said yes? Well, he'd be right behind Zei.
Levy still winced a little at the prodding. It definitely felt tender, but not too terribly painful, not like the antidote spray, or even the initial injury itself. The pain was definitely going down though, which was the main thing. "Well, at least you're enjoying it while it lasts." Levy chuckled, breathing as instructed, though the exhale was briefly stuttered at the intrusion of the needle. But, that was it, at least, that was Levy hoped.
"Just know that now I can lord your bedside manner over you too." Levy smirked at Eliza before it fell and she rested her head back. "What a day." She murmured. Then opening her eyes she noticed that the colors were still there? Or maybe they weren't? The green shadow was gone, but Eliza still seemed very bright even in the room.
"Still feel a bit dizzy, stomach still feels a bit woozy. But the colors are gone." Levy sighed, rubbing her forehead. Yeah, this was quite a day. "Nothing a good rest at home won't fix I imagine?" The bluenette asked only to clarify.
Oh, she was good enough for visitors now. That was good, she really missed Zei. She knew how he got anxiety when she wasn't around. "Yes, I'd like him to come in please. His name is Elliot, really sweet kid. Zei liked him right away, and he's actually a big fan of us. Us being PNG. Though, he totally gives off a little brother vibe." Levy smiled fondly. "Like the little brother I never had actually." Levy laughed weakly.
Zei tried 5o keep his voice down, it was still a hospital after all. But his folded ears perked up at the praise. Levy would be so proud of him? That meant everything to him! He squirmed and wiggled. Soon couldn't come soon enough! And then it came, he was back on the floor, he was nearly trembling as he waited for Elliot to finish the ruffle. Then he was bounding forward into the room after the door was opened, and he leapt up onto Levy's lap and began licking her face and pressing himself under rher chin.
"Hey Zei, sorry to worry you so much." Levy was nearly in tears as she pressed her cheek against the very squirmy fox. Then she looked to Elliot. "Hey Elliot, have you gotten some water? This is Eliza by the way, since we didn't get to do proper introductions."