Trainer Name: Brandon

Pokemon:

Skipper - [16/16]

Marshtomp - [16/16]

Butterfree - [0/25]

Pidgetto - [18/18]

Mankey - [20/20]

Parasect - [25/25]
Items:
Pokeball x4
Points: 103

When Brandon finally came to, he was in a room of what looked like sort of like a makeshift hospital room, Brandon wondered whether or not he was alive at first, he reached over and pinched his arm, he felt the pain of it, he definitely was alive. He felt waist, he couldn't feel his pokemon belt, he began to panic, what had to his pokemon? He felt his pockets, his knife was gone as well. He looked around the room for his pack, it was not there either. This was making him very uncomfortable. Why was all his stuff taken from him? Was he a prisoner? He noticed he was hooked up to a couple machines, he disconnected all the devices, removed all wires and lines from him, then looked around for something he could use for a weapon. He spotted a flower vase in the corner, he grabbed it, threw the flowers out of it and picked it up. He held it as if it were a baseball bat and preceded to try and figure out a way out of the room. He saw a door, but it needed a keycard to get open, Brandon lowered the vase to his side, held it with only his one hand and used his other to bang on the door, he yelled "Let me out of here! You can not hold me, I will not allow it, if you think I am not going to put up a fight, think again!". Just then the door opened and a man in a doctors coat and an army uniform stood in the door way, his arms raised in a surrender motion. Brandon had instinctively brought the vase back up to his shoulder and re grasped it with the other hand, prepared to swing it if need be. The man in the coat was trying to talk him down. Brandon was not going to fall for that! The only reason he didn't swing is because the guy had his hands up, Brandon yelled at the man 'WHO ARE YOU? WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME? WHERE ARE MY POKEMON AND BELONGINGS? WHERE IS THE REST OF THE GROUP I WAS WITH? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?". The man responded in a calm, soothingly tone "Sir, please calm down, allow me the chance to explain myself and answer your questions..." *Here Brandon took a deep breath and tried to calm down* "There that's better, my Private peters, I am a Kanto military medic, we were called there by the Cerulean Gym Leader Misty, by the time we got there and found you and your friends, you had all passed out. We moved you to a safe house in Cerulean, set up a makeshift hospital and have been treating you all for your injuries. Your friends and pokemon are, your friends are in this building, we put each of you in separate rooms because we figured you all could use some space. You are all safe now. I hope this answers all your questions, now may you please me to take care of you?" Brandon listened as the man had spoken, at some point during the man's speech Brandon had put down the vase and calmed down. By the end, the medic had walked him back to his bed, got a glass of water from an end table in the room, then began checking his blood pressure and vitals. Brandon just sat there, his mind still trying to process all that had happened before and after he passed out. There had been just so much that had happened, in so short a time, that his mind just needed a few minutes to take it all in.