The patient before me was a hybrid. She had a dragon figure with her sharp claws, two horns, long neck and a green flame at the tip of her tail. Her lower head was shaped as a bell and huge pink lips like a tube hid her chin. She shared a Bellsprout's pale yellow skin colour. The front of her wings were russet brown.
The paramedics told me that her trainer was involved in a car crash, killing him instantly. Charsprout herself became a second close to joining him. Still, Charsprout had to be checked out in case of any internal damage. A lot of the staff feel that Charsprout is physically fine, but I sense that something is troubling her.
Sometimes people working in the care industry forget to look at the pokémon and not the medical flaws. There have been times where I have been guilty of that.
"Where's Ritchie?" Charsprout gurgled. "He was going to take me to the seaside."
"Who's Ritchie?" Maxie, an audino asked.
"He's my trainer," Charsprout replied with a childish grin on her face. "I've never been to the seaside before, Ritchie promised that he would take me there today. When do you think I'll be going?" The audinos frowned as they bowed their heads. It caused Charsprout to raise her voice. "Why is everyone so quiet?"
"I'm sorry Charsprout," I said. "Ritchie hit a sudowoodo in the road. Both Ritchie and the sudowoodo were instantly killed during the impact."
Charsprout gasped. Salivating, she slapped her wings against the frame of the bed.
"What about everyone else?" she asked frantically. She held onto the bed with her claws and sobbed.
"Sparky is in A&E ward," I replied. "Rose, Happy and Zippo have gone to visit him."
"We're not sure," I replied. "He wasn't in Sparky's room the last time I checked."
"I did see a tyranitar say his name was Cruise ask to see Sparky," Sparkles said. "Is Cruise a tyranitar?"
Charsprout shook her head and rolled over the bed.
Ironically, a tyranitaur walked into the room. He was around the same height as me, which indicated that he had only recently evolved from a pupitar. Sparkles went over to him and asked, "Are you Cruise?"
"Yep," the tyranitaur replied. "I'm Cruise. How's Charsprout?"
"We've just told her about Ritchie's death," I said. "I think she'll need as much emotional support as possible."
"Did she sustain any injuries?"
"None physically," I replied. "The paramedics told me that the ball she was was close to being crushed. "We are going to check if any of her internal organs are damaged."
"When will that be?"
"As soon as possible."
"Cruise..." Charsprout squealed. She held onto Cruise's hand and sunk into his chest. "How's the rest of them?"
"They're all sad about Ritchie," Cruise announced. "Rose, Zippo, Happy and Sparky went into the healing machine. Sparky has to stay a little longer, but the rest of them have completely healed."
"Would like to have a check up as well?" I asked Cruise. He had some shards of glass sticking out of his tail, and his body had clumps of sand on his front body. "It would be beneficial."
"I feel fine thanks," Cruise replied. "As long as my team is fine."
I'm quite concerned for Cruise. I still think he should go into the healing machine, but it's his choice. I have to respect it. All the audinos apart from Maxie and Sparkles left the room. Spiritomb marched into Charsprout's room with a grin on his face.
"Killer's instinct, eh?" Spiritomb chimed.
"I beg your pardon?" I yelled.
"Ritchie would have still been alive if you hadn't of caused a sand stream in the car."
"Spiritomb!" I said calmly. "That's no way to talk to a visitor." I should have known that I could walk straight through him, but it was instinct.
"You know it's really unprofessional to let killers be treated in this hospital so they do it again."
"Sorry," Cruise interpreted. "I'm not in the mood for this. But if it makes you feel better, I'll have a check up."
"I think that's a wise decision," I said. I turned to Spiritomb and told him, "follow me to the nurse's station."
Spiritomb remained silent to my surprise. He was intelligent, but sometimes outspoken. I wondered if it had anything to do with his intolerance towards rock type pokémon? I hope not.
"What on earth on what outburst for?" I snapped. "Those pokémon lost their trainer from a car crash."
"It's the truth."
"What's the truth?" Sometimes I just don't understand Spiritomb. He was a great doctor, but some of his actions made no sense. "They're grieving... and you telling a visitor that it's his own fault isn't going to make it any better. Remember our job is to make pokémon feel better."
"What I did was equivalent to the times where you accused Crasher Wake of being abusive when I treating his pokémon.”
“That was a long time ago,” I responded in defense.
“No it wasn't,” Spiritomb laughed. “It was only yesterday. But Crasher Wake's discharged himself again. Anyway what did you bring me here for?”
Oh my goodness. He can't remember what just happened, but he can remember what happened years ago. Either Spiritomb was teasing me, or he's developing serious signs of dementia.
“Spiritomb lately you've been different,” I told him.
Spiritomb laughed. “What are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with me?”
“You did accuse a tryanitar of killing their trainer,” I reminded him.
“All rock pokémon are scum,” Spritomb growled.
I'm trying to see all of this happening in Spiritomb's eyes, but all I can see is distortions of time. He was forgetting things and acting brash about it. This is something that I need to speak to Nurse Joy about, when I get to see her.
“Okay Spiritomb, maybe it's time you had some rest.”
“Rest sounds good,” Spiritomb replied. “Where?”
“Back inside your medical ball.”
I knew I had to keep a close eye on him from now on.