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As she stared at the Tropius, Aubre signed. The woman sometimes regretted not
telling someone about the nastier people she’d been subjected to. Being stuck in the hospital for months on end was no fun. Having to rely on people who didn’t care or saw you as an annoyance made it much worse.
“I wonder sometimes what draws those people to work like this." Or, perhaps, they ended up jaded
because they spent day in and day out in other people’s trenches. It took a special sort of person. A
strong person. Not her. It wasn’t like it was the money. Her husband traded stocks and made
far more than he did—and his work wasn’t even
real.
“I couldn’t treat someone like that.” If there was ever a day she felt
nothing for a patient, she might just give it up.
“Still, your Audino makes me hopeful.”The appreciation was met with a small, awkward smile. He hadn’t taken that the wrong way, right? Had she just made things awkward? Still, it wasn’t like she could
retract it. It’d be just as—if not—insulting. So, instead, she settled for a simple response.
“You’re welcome.” Green eyes shifted to a nearby paddock where a few other patients wandered—many of them displaced by recent skirmishes.
“I think they would say the same thing.” Her lips quirked up.
“Except for Maurice. He hates everything.”The question was met with a sad smile. Though he would hate it, she could not help but feel
pity for this friend. In her darkest hour, her mom and dad had been right there. Her brother had been just a step behind. But
him? His plunge started with removing the ladder.
“He has an office in Slateport—Sokolov Investigations.” She adjusted her shirt fitfully. She swallowed.
“He is not always the nicest man, but it is hard to match his work.” A heavy sigh forced its way out.
“He helped find my—the—he took care of me once.”The Eevee’s approach drew a chuckle from the redhead.
“Awwww.” Beneath her overhanging sleeves, she crossed her fingers.
Please let Mikky have some manners. Don’t say anything mean.Michaela stared at the Eevee with a little pout. Blue eyes slid to her mother, suspicious of just what she was up to. “...” After a second, she pulled a crushed cookie from her pocket.
"Hi." This she offered to the little rabbit thing, her hand held out in invitation.
Oh, thank Arceus. Aubre thought to herself.
The Oricorio, meanwhile, sighed. This thing was no beautiful maiden.
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