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A/N: This chapter is a bit short... it features one of my Fakemon: Lorichat. It’ll also show how caring Lucian can be.
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Chapter 47
“Wow... never expected it to rain...,” I mumbled and stretched. I noticed that Cynthia was not there. “Must be cooking breakfast,” I got up and only put on some boxers. Which is okay, since we ARE the only ones there. I was sniffling... my nose was stopped up. I thought only one thing: allergies. That’s it... I’m ocassionally allergic to grass pollen.
“Hey,” I said in a scratchy voice. I smooched Cynthia right on the lips.
She grinned from ear to ear. She loves it when I do that. Especially if it came out of no where. “I love you, my stud muffin,” she smiled.
“I love you, too,” I replied in a scratchy voice. Damn allergies. I had to force myself not to hawk in Cynthia’s face. How embarrassing that would be?
“So... what are you cooking?” I looked at her.
“Scrambled eggs,” the moment she said that... my stomach melted.
“Oh, you know that is my favourite,” I said sarcastically. She giggled at the remark.
THUD!! Something hit one of the sliding glass doors. I couldn’t be rain! It sounded pretty damn big! We both walked over to the door.
“What is it?” I shrugged and looked at the avian-like Pokemon. It was medium-sized, it looked like a Chatot... but something seemed peculiar about it... it had plumes coming from its back and neck (that were uniformally the same colour as its neck and breast), it had a short tail and wings... it still had the music note-shaped thing on its head... but its bill was longer than a Chatot’s bill, its breast was yellow, belly was green, its back and wings were a light blue, it also had a strange pink patch of feathers around its eyes. Its eyes were closed so I couldn’t tell what colour they were. Blood dribbled from its eyes and cere. I thought it was dead, until I saw its chest rising. It felt as if time stood still. We both looked at each other and nodded. We knew exactly what to do: we opened the door and I picked it up carefully. It remained flaccid in my arms. Again, I thought it was dead. So did Cynthia, I could see it her eyes. As I was carrying it a flurry a feathers dropped off of it.
We took it to the makeshift hospital and hooked it up to some machines. I looked at it... it was nearly dead. It really slammed into that door really hard. I wasn’t sure what to do... I was stuck. It felt like someone through a brick into my mind. The poor bird was shuddering everytime I looked at it. I began to look under its feathers... there were cuts all over it. I had not noticed that before. I wondered what it was. So I did a little research. I found it it’s called a Lorichat, the evolved form of Chatot found in Volaris. But how it ended up here, I don’t know. Volaris is all the way in America, while I’m in Canada. (A/N: Don’t ask...) I then used an x-ray machine to see the damage on its head...
...I shuddered a little, I can’t help it. It had a linear skull fracture. Which means it might have brain damage. It would have to wait and see what’s going to happen to it. It had rib fractures, too. I looked down on it, its breathing was laboured. Yet the heart rate on the EKG was just fine. It made a faint cooing sound, which made me perk up. It awoke Cynthia, which is weird because she’s a heavy sleeper (unlike me).
“Hmm?” We said in unison. It made the same sound again and fainted.
“That was odd.” I looked at the EKG - it was normal.
She looked at it, too. “That was.” I really had to go, and I was starving. But I didn’t want to leave... this Lorichat is my responsiblitiy. If it dies, it would be my fault. OK, maybe not, but that’s what I would think. “Lucian,” Cynthia looked at me.
“Hmm?” I looked at her. I was keeping a vigil over it.
“I hear that you’re starving, and I can tell you have to go really badly.”
“You’re right... but I don’t want to leave...” She looked at me sternly.
“Fine,” I sighed and walked off. I did not want to spend much time in either room. I quickly came back, with an apple in my hand.
“That was fast, and look who decided to wake up when you were gone,” she motioned at the Lorichat.
I sighed in relief. “Oh my God!” Was all I could say. I was so happy that it was alive. Maybe that fracture wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.
“Help me...,” it said. I’m guessing it was a “she”.
We both looked at it and then each other. We had the “what is it talking about?” looks on our faces.
“Tell us what happened first of all. I knew you are weak... but you at least try to speak?” I smiled. Cynthia nodded at this idea. “Please? I’m not here to hurt, I’m here to comfort. I’ve obviously been keeping a close vigil on you. I hope you thank me later.”
“I will...,” she said weakly. “So you want to know what happened to me...,” she paused. “Well... I was just passing through, and somehow I got shocked by lightning from a Luxray... it wanted to eat me... the shock of its electricity sent me flying into your window... so, technically, I wasn’t flying into the window; like what some birds accidentally do.”
“I see...,” we said in unison.
“So, what do we do?” I asked Cynthia.
“Either we help find out who tried to kill her or-”
The Lorichat’s heart rate raised as she said that... but it then lower a few seconds later. She coughed up some blood... not good. We both looked at each other. What to do next ran through both of our heads.
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Chapter 47
“Wow... never expected it to rain...,” I mumbled and stretched. I noticed that Cynthia was not there. “Must be cooking breakfast,” I got up and only put on some boxers. Which is okay, since we ARE the only ones there. I was sniffling... my nose was stopped up. I thought only one thing: allergies. That’s it... I’m ocassionally allergic to grass pollen.
“Hey,” I said in a scratchy voice. I smooched Cynthia right on the lips.
She grinned from ear to ear. She loves it when I do that. Especially if it came out of no where. “I love you, my stud muffin,” she smiled.
“I love you, too,” I replied in a scratchy voice. Damn allergies. I had to force myself not to hawk in Cynthia’s face. How embarrassing that would be?
“So... what are you cooking?” I looked at her.
“Scrambled eggs,” the moment she said that... my stomach melted.
“Oh, you know that is my favourite,” I said sarcastically. She giggled at the remark.
THUD!! Something hit one of the sliding glass doors. I couldn’t be rain! It sounded pretty damn big! We both walked over to the door.
“What is it?” I shrugged and looked at the avian-like Pokemon. It was medium-sized, it looked like a Chatot... but something seemed peculiar about it... it had plumes coming from its back and neck (that were uniformally the same colour as its neck and breast), it had a short tail and wings... it still had the music note-shaped thing on its head... but its bill was longer than a Chatot’s bill, its breast was yellow, belly was green, its back and wings were a light blue, it also had a strange pink patch of feathers around its eyes. Its eyes were closed so I couldn’t tell what colour they were. Blood dribbled from its eyes and cere. I thought it was dead, until I saw its chest rising. It felt as if time stood still. We both looked at each other and nodded. We knew exactly what to do: we opened the door and I picked it up carefully. It remained flaccid in my arms. Again, I thought it was dead. So did Cynthia, I could see it her eyes. As I was carrying it a flurry a feathers dropped off of it.
We took it to the makeshift hospital and hooked it up to some machines. I looked at it... it was nearly dead. It really slammed into that door really hard. I wasn’t sure what to do... I was stuck. It felt like someone through a brick into my mind. The poor bird was shuddering everytime I looked at it. I began to look under its feathers... there were cuts all over it. I had not noticed that before. I wondered what it was. So I did a little research. I found it it’s called a Lorichat, the evolved form of Chatot found in Volaris. But how it ended up here, I don’t know. Volaris is all the way in America, while I’m in Canada. (A/N: Don’t ask...) I then used an x-ray machine to see the damage on its head...
...I shuddered a little, I can’t help it. It had a linear skull fracture. Which means it might have brain damage. It would have to wait and see what’s going to happen to it. It had rib fractures, too. I looked down on it, its breathing was laboured. Yet the heart rate on the EKG was just fine. It made a faint cooing sound, which made me perk up. It awoke Cynthia, which is weird because she’s a heavy sleeper (unlike me).
“Hmm?” We said in unison. It made the same sound again and fainted.
“That was odd.” I looked at the EKG - it was normal.
She looked at it, too. “That was.” I really had to go, and I was starving. But I didn’t want to leave... this Lorichat is my responsiblitiy. If it dies, it would be my fault. OK, maybe not, but that’s what I would think. “Lucian,” Cynthia looked at me.
“Hmm?” I looked at her. I was keeping a vigil over it.
“I hear that you’re starving, and I can tell you have to go really badly.”
“You’re right... but I don’t want to leave...” She looked at me sternly.
“Fine,” I sighed and walked off. I did not want to spend much time in either room. I quickly came back, with an apple in my hand.
“That was fast, and look who decided to wake up when you were gone,” she motioned at the Lorichat.
I sighed in relief. “Oh my God!” Was all I could say. I was so happy that it was alive. Maybe that fracture wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.
“Help me...,” it said. I’m guessing it was a “she”.
We both looked at it and then each other. We had the “what is it talking about?” looks on our faces.
“Tell us what happened first of all. I knew you are weak... but you at least try to speak?” I smiled. Cynthia nodded at this idea. “Please? I’m not here to hurt, I’m here to comfort. I’ve obviously been keeping a close vigil on you. I hope you thank me later.”
“I will...,” she said weakly. “So you want to know what happened to me...,” she paused. “Well... I was just passing through, and somehow I got shocked by lightning from a Luxray... it wanted to eat me... the shock of its electricity sent me flying into your window... so, technically, I wasn’t flying into the window; like what some birds accidentally do.”
“I see...,” we said in unison.
“So, what do we do?” I asked Cynthia.
“Either we help find out who tried to kill her or-”
The Lorichat’s heart rate raised as she said that... but it then lower a few seconds later. She coughed up some blood... not good. We both looked at each other. What to do next ran through both of our heads.
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