"Hey Travis, Lucia's a bit young for you, isn't she?" Fenton grinned, upon his remark about there being 'something about her'. "Didn't have you down as being into the whole lolita thing, but hey. Each to their own, I suppose," she shrugged, and stared wistfully at the sky through which they were soaring; a relatively sedate atmosphere in comparison to the one earlier (Fenton had no idea how much time had elapsed in between her falling off the boat and waking up). "But huh..." She said, this statement directed more at herself than to Travis. "Tris told me about Mt. Chimney... I wonder if it's anything like Mt. Ember... I'm good with volcanoes and stuff- been on all the tour guides on One Island y'know." The girl fell silent for the remainder of the flight, aside from the chattering of her teeth. As they traversed across the sky upon the Pidgeot, the wind was able to dry her hair a little, the strands which had been plastered to her forehead soon being tousled by the air currents.
"Land ho."
She could make out a sandy area jutting out into the sea, groynes dividing the shore into smaller segments in order to protect the land from being eroded by the waves. There were figures on the beach that looked like tiny ants jittering across a child's sandpit, but as Aerials descended, they grew bigger and bigger.
"I don't like the look of this...something's wrong..."
There was something on the sand, a monstrosity that Fenton had never laid eyes on before. It was a huge behemoth, comprised of what what appeared to be solid metal, supported by spider-like legs that rivalled the trunks of the trees back in Ecruteak with their girth. Despite being some distance from the creature, Fenton could tell that it would be able to crush her with extreme ease, if it wanted to. This made her feel extremely sick, the sensation bubbling up to the back of her throat- perhaps that was just the seawater she swallowed. She dismounted Travis' Pidgeot without even realising it, gaze transfixed upon the Metagross that the others seemed to have no fear of. Yet there was something she could not shake off about the Pokemon's aura, there was an almost demonic essence being emanated by the metallic beast. She saw a figure moving in the corner of her eye; it was Carolyn. Further investigation led to the girl witnessing a Charizard pull a large shard of something from the body sprawled out across the sand. That wasn't right- that was the worst thing you could do!
She found herself jogging (albeit it shakily) over to the scene, her sodden bag bashing against her hip as she moved. "Carolyn! Stop!" Her words must have been unheard, as the other female raised the body from the sand and leant it against her Pokemon.
The only female influence Fenton had in her life as a child was Ecruteak City's Nurse Joy. Often, her father had visited with the Ghost Pokemon from the Gym with Fenton in tow, and the girl had remained with the woman and watched her treat her patients. As she grew older, she had picked up several tips and ways of treating various wounds- at first on Pokemon, but soon her own (being a tomboy often resulted in scrapes, cuts and bruises). Even though she had never treated a wound that was as severe as the gash in the side of the injured man... Well... She knew that it was foolish to remove a foreign object without being able to directly treat it. It acted as a plug, preventing the blood from gushing out; yet as soon as it was taken out, no matter how carefully, the scarlet liquid would seep from the wound, proving fatal if left unattended.
"Well Raizel, you still want that battle? If you are well enough to command your pokemon, I'm ready."
Fenton stopped in her tracks upon realising the identity of the injured man. Though she hesitated no further; even if it was Raizel who happened to be bleeding to death, it was still an immoral act just to leave him there. Besides... She had a funny feeling that the Metagross across the shore belonged to him, who knew what the creature would do to her if she allowed for his master to perish. Therefore she grit her teeth, reaching into her bag and pulling out a Pokeball.
"Okay Ursaring, I can't believe I'm doing this, but unless you want me to be a..." She gulped, picturing the scenario within her mind. "Pancake..." Fenton squeaked, tossing the Pokeball (limply) into the air. An explosion of light cleared to reveal the giant bear Pokemon, who stared blankly at his trainer. Fenton responded by pulling out her hoodie from her bag, and throwing it at him. "I doubt it'll be enough to go around the stupid idiot, plus it's wet, but it'll absorb the blood, I know it will. Rip it up for me, okay? Umm.... I don't know what else I've got..." She rummaged through her sodden belongings. "Carolyn, you can't... You can't just pull out something that's stuck in someone's body like that! You might have made the injury worse!" Ursaring threw the shredded cloth back to his trainer, who instantly abandoned her search for some more material and hurried to Raizel's side. Fenton continued her beration of the girl. "And do you really think he'd be able to fight, after sustaining those other injuries? Sure, the guy's a tank, but he's not invincible... Ursaring, look in my bag- I'm sure I had some bandages in there... Which would have proven useful when I hurt my hand, come to think of it... But whatever!"
The Pokemon's large paws fumbled through the variety of items stored in her bag- in the end, he simply tipped the contents onto the bag.
"You haven't applied enough pressure either to create a proper tourniquet either!" She added, knowing that she could not remove the makeshift bandage that Carolyn had given him. The ripped hoodie served as an absorber for the blood that was soaking through the fabric, which Fenton placed across his side until Ursaring threw her the roll of fabric that would hopefully temporarily stop the bleeding. After a few, long seconds, the roll of wet gauze was thrust into her trembling hands, the girl giving one end to her Pokemon after laying the remnants of the garment upon the wound, hoping to use them as some sort of extra pressure point. "Hold it over here. Make sure you do so tightly, so that it stays taut. Don't press on his wound though, and I'll..." She trailed off, starting to bind Raizel's wound (which was somewhat difficult, what with there being an orange dragon-like creature in the way, and the fact that her arms and legs could not stretch very far), ensuring that the bandage was tight around his body, and covered the area beyond where she believed the injury was. "Hey look, you'll have another scar to add to your collection when this one heals up," she rolled her eyes, weaving between him, Carolyn and the two Pokemon.
"Ugh... We need something to secure it..." She sighed, wiping her brow and holding the end of the roll against his body, in order to ensure her hard work was not ruined. "Oh, I know! Ursaring, get Rosarade's Pokeball!" The Pokemon complied, his sense of smell able to detect which sphere contained the fragrant Grass-type. "Roserade, stop pratting around!" Fenton glowered at the Pokemon who appeared and immediately struck a pose. "Can you use Toxic Spikes, minus the Toxic part? Or at least... Weaken the poison. We don't want him dying on us, no matter how much of a jerk he happens to be."
The deed was done, and Fenton grabbed the thorns, pushing them into the fabric, and hoping that they would secure it until they were able to find a less temporary solution.
"Okay. Real sorry to interfere just now Doctor Doolittle," Fenton sighed, brushing her hands and addressing Carolyn. "But... You really shouldn't have pulled that thing out... Hopefully the bandage is tight enough to lessen the bleeding, but we really ought to get him to safety, and find someone who can treat injuries properly. Travis wants to go to some Chimney Mountain or other, but as you said you've left the group," now she spoke to Raizel. "There's not much point in taking you with us, if you hate our guts and vice versa. Although I'm merely speaking for myself when I say that, Travis has issues with hating people. I dunno about the others," she shrugged, adjusting the thorns and standing back to admire her handiwork. "You're gonna need to get cleaned and redressed up pretty soon though, along with the others- who knows how much sand got in. I can handle bandaging people, but I haven't mastered amputations just yet," she sighed. There was a reason as to why she was not insulting him in every two thirds of her statements- this was due to the fact she still had an inkling that the Metagross belonged to him, and did not wish to take any chances. All he needed to do was say it, and she could be squashed into oblivion. "Think of this as some sort of divine retribution- you probably got off on seeing me fall into the ocean and thinking that I wouldn't come back up, so now you're being punished by having me and Carolyn sorta stop you from bleeding to death. I won't prattle on about saving your life, because who knows, you might contract septicemea, and I've only got ointment for small cuts in my bag. Damn, something else I could have used earlier, now that I think about it..."
((OOC EDIT (to the post below :3): Sorry, I just saw 'Slash' and my flu'd-up brain read it as 'Sandslash'. XD I'm not myself at the moment. ;-; ))
