[attr="class","samjermain"]Without her husband to curb the urges, Aubre stretched herself a little thin. A big believer in karma—and the fact that she’d accidentally pissed off some god somewhere—she did all she could to help others. It didn’t help that a doctor had plenty of skills to be put to use. One day she was helping rehome baby Duckletts and the next she was standing in a sea of beached Wailords.

Though this last task felt particularly close to home. And, until it was dry, she intended to keep pumping her bleeding heart. As she stared out at the sea of blubber, Aubre recalled her first memory of a Wailord.

She and dad sat in front of Grandma and Grandpa Lavigne’s boat. Mothe sat near the back, watching her childhood home grow smaller in the distance. All of the sudden, rain seemed to burst from the robin’s egg sky. As the mist cleared, little Aubre gasped—the noise one of joyful awe. In front of them one of the world’s largest Pokemon cruised by. The remnants of its blowhole geyser fell around them like summer rain. Tiny hands waved at the behemoth and—in response—received a low bellow. Father laughed as he scooped her and balanced her against the boat’s front railing.

Once the nostalgia faded—and the guilt that came from smiling about it—the redhead set about her work. After a few cursory examinations, she found herself in front of a smaller Wailord. Beside her, a Marshtomp gently sprayed water onto the cetacean’s side. Before beginning her checklist, Aubre spared a moment to gently stroke the cetacean’s brow. Ignoring the state of her pants, Aubre dropped into the sand beneath the laboring creature. An Oran berry was slipped between its lips. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help.” Movement caught her eyes, which lifted towards Greyson.

“Good morning.” She gestured to herself. “I’m Aubre—Doctor McKenna.” She’d never get used to that title. Even after months of using it, she felt like an imposter. A nod was given the Marshtomp’s way. “This is Serena.” With that said, she turned to her checklist. “Can you help me get him upright?” That order made her feel useless and like an explanation was needed. Wailords were surprisingly light, but they were long. “None of my Pokemon are equipped to handle such—”


Well, she didn’t want to call the Wailord heavy. Even men could be offended by weight remarks, and she really did not want to add insult to injury and suffocation. “--well, they just need some help.” From her bag, she pulled out a bottle of zinc oxide. This she applied to the fin left out in the sun.

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