From: Magic T. Dragon
Subject: [PW!] Whooga, My Head...
Date: Thursday, May 27, 1999 9:51 PM
[last time: Natasha passed out in the hospital, due to blood loss from
the wound Scyther gave her. Just before then, she realized that Scyther
could read her mind.]
A wave of pain swept over Natasha as she woke up, bringing her back to
reality a bit more harshly than expected.
The sterile, alien surroundings of the Fuschia hospital was the first
thing she noticed. As she groggily looked her little room over, she
noticed a tube taped on her hand. Another glance made it clear that it
was taped *into* her hand. The strangely opaque tube led up to the IV
Despite her weakened mental condition, the contents were quite a shock.
Instead of a clear fluid like she'd seen after a friend's surgery, it
Sickened, she looked the other way. Her backpack was on a chair, and she
could see her Pokéballs...the gold one made it a little easier to count
Knowing her Pokémon were so close was a bit of a comfort. Natasha tilted
her head slightly and spotted Scyther.
Instead of the fear one would expect after being attacked by one's
Pokémon, she felt relieved that a nurse hadn't somehow found out, and
taken Scyther away. She started to fall asleep, but a voice startled
/~Scyther sorry...Scyther no mean hurt master...~\
"What?! Who's there?"
Scyther flew closer. /~Scyther no want hurt master, Scyther afraid...~\
"This isn't funny...where are you?"
/~Scyther here!~\ The insect gestured towards himself to emphasize
For some reason, this suddenly seem completely acceptable to Natasha.
"It's all right, Scyther...I'll be better soon..."
/~Master not angry?~\
Scyther settled down next to Natasha as she dozed back off.
[OOC: And if that conversation seemed strange...remember, Natasha's