The doctor had yet to visit Rustboro City which unfortunately meant Blade couldn’t just Teleport the pair there to respond to an emergency call from the city’s gym leader. Luckily, she wasn’t far and her Salamance, Mehira, was fast. The AGILITY boosted Salamance dropped the doctor and her Gallade off in front of the gym’s entrance and was quickly returned to her pokeball when Eva hopped off. She moved her flight googles to hang loosely around her neck and another flash of light released a hefty Machamp. The fighting-type proceeded to shrug the large medical bags onto her shoulders, “Aright, gang, sounds like we have a bloody one!” she smiled, leading the way through the gym’s entrance with a pep in her step fueled by the urgency of the phone call.

Eventually the small group was led to a large arena with a pit. Eva peered down and her jaw nearly fell on the floor. She was staring down at literal army of Houndoom and Houndour. One lie in puddle of blood while others paced nervously or sat near their trainer. Her gaze shifted over to the stairs where a rather handsome, dark haired man sat shirtless, also stained in blood.

A flash of light TELEPORTED Eva, the Machamp, and the Gallade down into the pit. Stairs were for non-emergencies, “Dr. Morales, at your service,” she greeted, ushering Syah and Blade towards Lukas. The Gallade nervously watched the mass of Dark-types eyeing them curiously. The Machamp began setting up some medical equipment from the packs while Eva knelt down to quickly triage the patient. She didn’t bother to wait for Maverick’s permission to get started. She’d seen enough emergencies in her day to know there wasn’t time to waste.

There was a lot of blood caked to the floor and the Houndoom’s ebon fur. She hoped at least some of it was from the other pokemon that got in the fight. A quick peek of the pokemon’s pale gums told her otherwise. The doctor pursed her lips, this wasn’t going to be a quick visit.

“Syah, set up FEMA and get me some vitals. Blade, clean up these wounds so I can get a better look at ‘em. Use some of Kamal’s Stun Spore. I’ll give a pain injection,” FEMA, the Porygon 2, buzzed to life with a few cheerful chirps. The pokemon was Eva’s newest partner and her own creation: Field Emergency Medical Aid (FEMA). She was basically a living, portable ECG, defibrillator, and basic vitals monitoring equipment. The little screen strapped to her chest read out everything Eva needed to know about the stability of her patient.

Eva found the jugular vein and gave the canine a healthy dose of pain medication. Sitting back on her heels, she sighed, tossing the needle and syringe into the sharps container. Her head swam with a treatment plan, none of which was going to be quick and easy. While FEMA was getting hooked up she finally stood up to address the gym leader, “They got ‘im good,” she shook her head, “But he’s lost a lot of blood, and these wound are gonna need sewn up,” she pointed o the deep lacerations across his side, “I’d like to – HOLY SHIT,” she had finally turned towards Maverick and realized he was the second patient. The blood that stained his arm was his blood, not the Houndoom’s.

“Arceus, Mr. Ryder, why didn’t you say something?” Eva gathered a few things and moved to carefully sit beside him on the stairs, “Arm please,” she wiggled her fingers over her lap, an open invitation to set it there so she could give it a good clean.

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TL;DR: Eva gets to work stabilizing Lukas then notices Mav’s arm is torn up and moves to clean him up while her pokemon keep working on Lukas.

Eva studied Maverick carefully. His empty gaze, slow, deliberate movements, and difficulty articulating cued her into the severity of his own situation. The doctor’s jaw clenched and eyes narrowed while the arm came to rest on her lap. Her bare legs were immediately dotted in Mav’s crimson blood. She didn’t have time to change into pants let alone grab towels. Her eyes turned to his pant leg which was soaked in blood, “God damn it, Maverick,” Eva growled, formalities flying out the window at this point. She wasn’t a human doctor, although the principles of medicine were the same. Being a veteran of war, this certainly wouldn’t be the first time she ignored the legalities of it and treated a human, “Well that was stupid, wasn’t it?” not that she wouldn’t do something similar, “You can’t take care of your pack, if you’re not here to do it,” Eva was calling the kettle black. The thrill seeker frequently put her own life in danger just to feel the adrenaline rush, not even for an admirable cause unless it involved saving a life.

Azula’s whimper brought her emerald eyes to massive Houndoom. The pokemon’s concern was palpable. Her gaze softened as much as it could to give the canine some reassurance. She’d fix him, “Stay with me, Maverick. Don’t pass out,” she reached over and gave him a firm slap on the chest. Eva was not a gentle woman and stimulating him would hopefully keep his own blood pressure in check.

< I HAVE THE FIRST READING, DOCTOR > a feminine, electronic voice chimed in. The Porygon 2 zoomed over to Eva, projecting a 3D reading of various vital signs in real time including an ECG, respiration rate and depth, and a static blood pressure. The sticky probes that dotted Lukas’s body wirelessly relayed information to FEMA. A blood pressure cuff hung from the Porygon’s side. She hadn’t figured out that one yet.

“Sorry, this might sting,” she warned Maverick as she gently began to press a gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide along his arm. Her emerald eyes quickly scanned over the information. The blood pressure was of most concern. She guessed it would be based on the canine’s pale gums, “You got that bleeding under control?” she asked the Gallade that knelt beside Lukas, < Almost, > his voice rang in her head. She really wanted to avoid a blood transfusion if she could, “Get a catheter in, bolus some colloids over 15 minutes then follow up with a shock dose of crystalloids,” she’d reassess the blood pressure afterwards.

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tl;dr: Eva starts cleaning up Maverick, gives him a good slap to keep him from passing out, and continues to tell Blade what to do with Lukas.

The loud slap to man’s chest was enough to spark some life back into him. Thankfully. She would have hated to have to start slapping him across the face. She doubted the massive Houndoom beside her would approve of such tactics, anyway, “Welcome back!” she smiled, shifting her eyes from Maverick and back to his arm, “I was saying you need to be more careful,” the smile turned to a frown, the tone of a professional hidden in the words.

Maverick squirmed beneath the sting of the antiseptic, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she inhaled, continuing to hold the pressure. It was about contact time, unfortunately so he would have to sit still for this. Eventually, the sting would begin to fade as the body erected it’s own modulating defenses against the pain.

As hard as he tried, he couldn’t hide the subtle reactions to the pain as he turned away. Her eyes trailed from his arm towards his tensing body. It really brought out the definition of the scarred man’s abs. The doctor’s eye lingered perhaps a bit too long as a hot rush of blood stained her cheeks a subtle pink. She wasn’t used to her patients being so . . . Eva cleared her throat, averting her gaze back to the wound. Unprofessional.

“You’re gonna need to get this stitched up when I’m done,” she distracted herself with the more important matter at hand, “We’re going to start Lukas on a fluid bolus. That should increase his blood pressure and perk him up a bit,” she explained, eye flashing back towards Maverick of a moment before Arya showed up at her feet.

The puppy was absolutely adorable. If Eva wasn’t occupied she would have been all over cuddling that cutie, “She’s absolutely adorable,” Eva smiled down at the pup with an apologetic shrug, “I’m busy, Arya, but I promise I’ll give ya a good belly scratch when I’m done,” she doubted the puppy understood that but maybe she’d see it in her eyes.

As the fluid bolus started, Blade took the opportunity to direct a HEAL PULSE towards the larger wounds. It wouldn’t completely heal the tissue, but it would at least slow the bleeding enough to get it under control.

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tl;dr: Eva peepin those abs, getting hot and bothered. The Gallade uses HEAL PULSE to slow the bleeding and stabilize the wounds after starting a fluid bolus.

When you are so close, it’s hard to miss the subtle shift forward and the warmth that comes with the closeness. Although she’s focused, she feels the shift. It draws her gaze away from his arm. Oblivious, she assumes it’s from the pain, a shift in posture as a result of discomfort. Her lips part to utter an apology when he coughs, apologizing himself.

“Oh, it’s totally fine,” she smiles, wiping away the last of the dried blood on his arm. The wound seemed stable, clean, and is no longer bleeding, “Ok, good,” she says in response to visiting his doctor, “I can at least bandage it up until then,” Eva begins fiddling with the supplies she brought over. The smile turns into a coy grin at his gratitude, “I’m just doing my job,” her shoulder shrug casually as she begins to gently wrap the non-stick bandages against the wounds with a white cotton mesh, “So, Maverick, tell me about yourself – where are you from?” small talk to pass the time.

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Skilled fingers work diligently, carefully, gently to continue wrapping his arm. Every move is purposeful and meticulous as she listens. The mention of Kanto draws her eyes up from her task to meet his warm gaze. Her smile brightens, “Kanto?!” she repeats with enthusiasm, “Me too! I’m from Pallet. Live there my whole life,” well, until she went off to school. She brings her attention back to his arm, “Spent some time in Lavender Town too,” during the war. She leaves that part out.

She moves on to the next layer of the bandage, “What brought you to Hoenn?”

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Eva smiles, choosing to replace the and memories of Kanto with good ones, “It really is beautiful,” she muses, slowing her wrapping as she dives back into the memories, “Especially the countryside, that’s where my family’s little ranch was,” she probably offering far more information that Maverick wants to hear, “It really is a small world,” she smiles up at him for a moment before placing the finishing touches on the bandage.

Mavericks arm gently rests in her lap while she turns her attention back up to him, listening to his story. His pause is recognizable. It’s a pause she too had whenever she talked about home. She knows what goes unsaid, “Oh, you know,” she sighs, “I had to leave too. Rocket didn’t appreciate my . . . enthusiasm,” she grins, hopefully he understands what she means, “It became too dangerous for me to stay. I miss home terribly,” Especially her family, “Hoenn seemed like as good a place as any,” Originally she came here to escape Rocket since Rocket was non-existent in the region. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case and now she’s been pulled back into the fight.

“This bandage should get you to the doctors,” she gently lifts his arm off her lap and into his own, “I’m gonna go check on Lukas,” she leaves him with a warm smile before she rises and makes her way over to the Houndoom.

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The sound of her name gives her pause as she moves to return to Lukas. Her body turns slightly, a gaze cast over her shoulder. It’s curious, concerned that something might be wrong as he lifts his arm up towards her. Instead, there’s a lingering silence as she waits. Her emerald eyes leave his to glance at his arm with a frown, “Maverick, it’s best to keep it still,” she lightly scolds as it withdraws back towards him.

F.E.M.A, the Proygon2, meets her half way once she walks towards Lukas. A display of the pokemon’s vitals tick by in a fluid wave. The pulse of his heart beats rises and fall in a comforting manner, “Well, it looks like his blood pressure has stabilized,” she thinks out loud, bending to one knee beside the Houndoom to assess him herself, “He’s stable enough for transport. I think it would be best to close these larger wounds at the clinic,” a more sterile environment and made easier with more tools. Her attention shifts back towards Maverick, expecting him to agree with her, “He’ll be better in no time. Probably quicker than it’ll take to get to the doctor for that arm of yours,” a comforting smile flashes across her lips, “You can pick him up right afterwards.”[/font

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