There's pain. Sharp, immediate, intense pain. She feels the knife of Sandslash's claws slice her leg. It smooth, a glaring grin in her calf. It's bleeding, the blood pools at her foot. Her head grows light with pain and fear. She can no longer put weight on her leg, so she begins to crumble.
Before she falls, however, she catches herself, likey on the Pangoro who saved her. Her head is ringing, her eyes are full of leftover smoke from Natume's attack, and there are tears welling at the corners of her eyes. Oh fuck, it hurts.
There's a pounding in her chest, the adrenaline of the battle running high in her veins. The throb in her leg is overwhelming, the wound is hot to the touch. She glances down at it, her heart lurching in her chest.
It's only when Kyle calls out to her, panic welling in his voice that she looks up. It's then that tears begin to drop from her eyes. But she isn't sad. She's angry.
She breaths heavily as he approaches her with his Manectric's medic kit. The blood rush she's receiving causes her difficulty focusing on the smaller movements his hands are making. All she can feel is pressure being placed on her gash, and ice cold. The relief from the Ninetale's paw is immediate. Her leg seems to de-tense, and she lets out a sigh.
While he wraps her leg up, Kyle asks her what she prayed he wouldn't. His voice is deadpan, flat. His eyes are nearly emotionless, but she can see the worry in them. He doesn't want her here, does he?
Stormy's eyes seem to glow with a ferocity, heat rising in her cheeks.
"I won't back down from this fight. I can't." He offers her a ride on Manectric, something that she accepts willingly. The beast approaches her, and she's beautiful. Stormy sighs in awe as she extends her hands towards her mane, sinking her fingers into the creature's fur. Some of the pain from her leg has been reduced, but there's absolutely no way the woman can walk properly for the duration of the mission.
Stormy then surveys the situation, one hand still holding onto her new friend's mane. There's blood, hers, Pokemon's, the grunts. The smell of burning flesh makes her stomach curl, and there's a sheen of horror in her eyes. Skarmory returns to her, her wing tips bloody. There's a wild look in the birds eyes, and Stormy returns her to her pokeball.
She turns to Kyle, offering her hand to him. Should he take it, she'll squeeze it tightly, a note of sadness in her voice.
"I didn't mean for this to happen like this, Kyle. I promise."Thomas speaks up as he begins to approach her as well. At this point, Stormy is doing all she can to keep her injured leg off the ground. When he mentions heal pulse, a lightbulb goes off in her head.
She winces as she shuffles herself to reach for her backpack. Inside, she finds Chansey's pokeball. The plush pink Pokemon blinks sleepily, but quickly takes note of the situation and is wide awake and astonished.
"Chansey, tend to the wounded. Please."The Pokemon then begins to offer anyone in need an egg. While a little disturbing to eat a freshly laid egg, she's doing her best to be helpful. There also seems to be a soft pulsing glow radiating from her. For the most part, Chansey has not left Stormy's side. The pink Pokemon is holding onto her uninjured leg, attempting to heal pulse some of the pain away.
Stormy looks up to see Natsume chastising her. For a moment, she believes what the fiery redhead is saying. Perhaps she shouldn't be here, and that she was a danger to herself and to everyone else on this mission. She wasn't as skilled or talented or strong as the rest and didn't have combat skills. But being shunned like a child did not sit well with her.
"You went too far. I didn't think League members committed blatant murder. Skarmory could have died because of your stupidity and recklessness. I don't think it's me we should all be worried about."tldr:> is in a lot of pain following getting her leg sliced
> accepts kyle's help
> tries to explain to kyle that she didn't mean for the rockets to die/things to do this tragically
> releases chansey to help heal everyone - including herself - with heal pulse
> disagrees with natsume, while internally agreeing she isn't useful here
> accuses natsume of being dangerous and reckless