”I come from Kanto…”
His voice was weak, he was more that a exhausted, it was obvious.
After all it’s been four days that he was travelling, he got to do four unwanted fight, and in all this time he only ate an apple. Nothing much. He was starving, and his electricity was running out, it’s been already two days he didn’t not sleep. Two others, he did, even if it was not really good rest. Full of nightmares, raining during the night, he randomly woke up in the night for removed the water on him.
He slowly groaned and lowered his head, even stand on his four paws was hard…
Exhauste him a little more by standing on his four paws would be quite stupid, he should try to make his body rest a little, even if it is only by close his eyes a little. All of that sudden, the Chu fell on his belly. Even himself didn’t excepted this. After another groan of pain, he opened his eyes, an pityful expression on his face. He quickly realized that stand up for take an better position would be impossible, after a sigh he closed his eyes again, his ears down.
At this moment he totaly forgot the human, quite normal if he was suffering this much.
Yan could feel nervous sweat build on his skin as he observed the yellow mouse. He…really didn’t look good. Yan wanted to help it but at the same time he knew next to jack shit about Pokemon or how to take care of them if they’re injured or hurt. He had done some research way back, but all the book said was to take them to a Pokemon center. Well, shit, that possibility was low as hell.
The brunet perked up as the pikachu seemed to get worse. “Ah!” Yan held up his hands and began to flail a little bit in a panic. He could always take care of it like a regular injured animal. After all, a pikachu was just a yellow oversized mouse right? As the thought stuck in Yan’s head, the pikachu collapsed and Yan rushed to pick it up.
"Poor thing…" he mumbled as he cradled the creature in his arms. He could smell all kinds of scents on the pikachu. And blood. Yan narrowed his eyes as he felt a burn of hatred for whoever thought it was ok to hurt this pikachu so much that blood had to be spilled. The brunet ran a hand through the pikachu’s fur before his eyes widened. This scent… thought Yan as he looked down at the Pokemon.
"…Pika…chu?" he called out timidly. This couldn’t be—it was the same pikachu! Yan broke out in a sprint as he rushed to get home to bandage up his friend and get him well again. He had so many questions but right now he needed to help the Pokemon.
He hoped the little guy wasn’t dying.
"Hang in there Pikachu…"