OOC: alright, here I go guys. I probably completely suck at keeping characters in character, but I'm gonna try my best (no I ain't taking control of characters; just Morty and Sabrina. >_> ).
Oh and Raichuchika, I believe that Ecruteak is about nowhere near an ocean, and would not be that much of an easy stroll to get to. And I hope this Tommy person isn't my character, because as far as you've made me aware, I know nothing about you. It was fine with Omega to know about me before because he let me know, but in this case, there's nothing, so, yeah…
Moving on, let's get this moving (shame all active members for not responding XD)
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There was a sound. It was a ringing in my ears. It was at this moment that I had found the strength hold myself up. Yet, my head still hurt with pain I hadn't expected. It must have been at best, far worse than a headache now. Morty gave me his gaze, and began to speak.
"Well, well," he began; "What's wrong here…"
There was a certain moment of pain that was released. For split seconds of time, my head was cleared, and I could think straight. What had that been all about? Lately, there have been more questions than answers for me, and it didn't help when my mind slowly lost its own common sense every now and again.
I am no therapist, and I should be questioning more of why and how you got here, but is there something you are trying to keep hidden from—as it would appear—your little group here?"
"I—I—,"
I was struggling to get certain words out. Some of my own spit was caught in my mouth, and I ended up having a coughing fit and feeling as if I was going to barf over the floor. Yet, I refused to let this happen. I swallowed the feeling, and that was nothing that made anything better.
Sabrina, in the blink of the instant appeared before me. She studied my expression, which at the spring of the moment, was suddenly expressionless, slowly turning to confusion.
She only nodded, and I felt as if I had just told her everything she needed to know about me. "You need care," she said.
I did not want to object to this. I did indeed want help, and if this is what she meant, I'd gladly take it.
"Clear your mind; it'll be much easier."
I waited for a moment, trying to grasp what she was saying. If some healing process was about to take place, then I had to listen, no matter what. I closed my eyes, yet I was still unsure of how to clear my mind. I tried to get rid of thoughts as quick as possible, but every time I did, other thoughts entered. Finally, a moment where there was only complete darkness had arrived, and a small gust of wind picked up.
"You can open your eyes now."
I didn't feel anything special at all. I did not feel as if my head had been cleaned to a point where I would feel perfectly fine. I opened my eyes and waited for the rush of what I could wish of only describing as a healing power…
Unfortunately, all I saw was the front desk of the Pokémon Center.
I didn't understand. Slowly, I faced Sabrina. My face was of course filled with the mixed expressions of someone who just didn't understand things. She looked so serious in her current position; in her current form.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You are feeling ill, are you not?"
"…Yes…I am; just a little bit though…"
"Your mind was open," she continued. "Your thoughts were swimming all around the GYM. They were sketchy. My, my, have you been having visions of the future?"
Visions of the future? Was that possible? I mean, what I had been feeling was more pain than visions, but those short instances of when I would see an image that was not clear, or an image that made no sense with where I currently was; were those visions? Me running…several other sketchy things…could they have possibly been something of the unwritten timeline?
"I—I think," I answered, unsure of how to say it. My head began to hurt again, but I tried to push the pain away in order to continue speaking. "My—I mean, I saw things, but—how could they be the future? I can't do that…can I?" I was deeply hoping that there would be an answer to go with mine, in agreement. And even if it was not, I'd rather it not be said then. But that was not my luck, and the truth needed to be told.
"You have been swimming in the future," she said simply. "You were wet, were you not? In that last glimpse of time, were you not in the water?"
As much as I did not want to answer that, I did. Very reluctantly, I said, "Yes."
"What you have been seeing was not from this timeline. Get ready, Tom. You have a very dangerous future ahead; you have a past that is chasing you; with this luck of yours, you are one of the few that I'm met that I could actually fore-tell that death was looming by. For now, get healed. If there is any way to escape what is your fate, then it must hold until the day that you are ready to battle."
I didn't bother questioning anything she had just said; it all sounded so absurd, yet so…it sounded very much like the truth to me.
"Rest," said Sabrina, before vanishing.
I turned around, slowly taking a step at a time. I stood right before the counter, where the new appearance of Nurse Joy stood. I looked at her expressionless, and simply said, "I—I need some help—," before falling to the ground unconscious.
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OOC: Do what you must; I'm gonna move this forward two days the next time I post.
