I sat in the waiting room just watching the poor little Pikachu banging on the doors to the ‘operating rooms’. A lie the Doctor had told for the sake of the Pikachu in fact. The little girl, Nina as I’d learnt in the two hours that had passed, wasn’t being operated on, she was being autopsied. Sat across from me where the grieving parents. The father with his arm around his bawling wife’s shoulders. She’d stopped screaming at me only ten minutes ago. The incessant “Why didn’t you help her? You were there. Why didn’t you save my baby?” was driving me crazy. I knew there was nothing I could have done. The Beedrill were faster than I could run, she’d already gotten a huge head start, and I could do nothing but follow the Beedrill assaulting her. There was nothing I could have done. And yet I still felt terrible. Wracking my brain over something, anything, I could have done.
Chrys was back in her Pokébal