Eevee and her trainer (love story) | By : Poke-Emily Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 5498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It's 1 AM and I can't sleep. So many thing have happend since last Friday... I'm lying in Dave's arms now. I feel very safe now, for the first time in days. I'm sick though. I hate this ship... Ugh, those seasickness drugs are making my head foggy. Dave told me to recall everyting I know if my head became too foggy... Here I go...
I vaguely remenber an Eevee carrying me. She held me in my neck, while a Skitty, a male, kept looking around nervously. Another Eevee, a small one, followed the female carrying me. I was dropped and I hit my head against a rock. The next thing I remember was Dave, who was sixteen back then, carrying me. I blacked out again. When I came back, I was at his parents' place and Dave was arguing with them. I couldn't understand what they said, but it was clear they were talking about me. I rose clumsly rose and stood there awkwardly for a moment. I tried to walk, but I was lying on the edge of the table, and I fell onto a chair and started crying. I was hungry, thirsty, and my head hurt from the rock I was dropped on by my biological mom, and my recent fall from the table.
Dave's little sister, Amanda, came in, carrying Tom, Dave's baby-brother. She put Tom down beside me and joined Dave's side of the argument. Tom grabbed my left ear and put it in my mouth. I was too sick to get mad at him. Tom bit my ear. I remained quiet. When he pulled out a tuft of hair from my collar, I gave a yelp. His mom got mad at Amanda for putting Tom near such a danger, but her dad noticed I was really sick. They brought me to the Pokémon Center. The nurse told them I had a bad brain injury, and treatment would cost around 10 000 000 PokéDollars, because I was a wild pokémon, and the insurance wouldn't pay for a pokémon that didn't have a owner because (insert terms and conditions here) said that (insert more barely understandable shi... excuse me... droppings)...
Anyway, the nurse gave them three options. 1. Pay for the expensive treatment. 2. Put me down so I wouldn't suffer. 3. Capture me so the insurance would pay the treatment. 4. Dump me in the wild. They didn't have the heart dfor the last option now they knew I would have a slow and painful death. They couldn't affort the treatment. They were a poor family. The parents had come from the Sinnoh region, where they had both been GTS workers. It was a difficult job, besause all the global trading happend in Jubilife City only. They had high-tech machines in there. Here in Unova, every town has a GTS in their Pokémon Center. There is no more need for the supercomputers Edith and Rob (Dave's parents) could operate, so they didn't have a lot of opportunities. So that leaves options 2 and 3. They didn't have money for a pokéball, so that left option 2 only.
Rob gave me one last pet. I licked his hand, because I was too young to understand what's happening. Edith stood there, with a tear rolling down her cheek. She didn't want this. Now she would have given anything to save me, if she had anything that could help me. Amanda cried. She grabbed me and held me close, and she refused to let me go. Rob and Edith tried to convince her it was for the best, when an eldery women stepped in. She asked what was going on, and Amanda told her they were going to kill me. Edith explained the whole story, and the women walked away. A moment later she returned, holding a Luxury Ball. she gave it to them, and the family decided that Dave should be my trainer, and so he held it in front of me. I sniffed it, and then I saw a red light. The next moment I was released form the Pokéball again. I had been really comfortable, and I felt much better. They had healed my in a special machine. Not the one they used for fainted pokémon of course. Dave became my trainer and he named me Samantha. That's how I came to live with the poor but happy family that has been like my own untill last Friday.
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