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The doctor looks twitchy—like she’s trying to sell cocaine at the police station. Her fingers worry at her sleeves like overly excited sheepdogs. But there’s nothing illicit about this. It’s just a cute little cafe in Oldale Town. The only thing she has is a pomegranate tea on the table and her cell phone. She checks the latter from time to time. But the clinic’s quiet today. Which Aubre is a bit disappointed by.
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Some part of her wanted to put off this meeting again. To let this last strand of hope stay whole for a little while longer. If it was snapped today, the doctor didn’t know what she’d do. Would it be the straw that broke the Camerupt’s back? “Lisk.” A clawed hand laid across hers. A Heliolisk smiled as he flipped a piece of his notebook toward her: ‘It’ll be okay, Aubs. Relax.’ The nervous look was temporarily replaced with a small, scared smile.
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The little sparkplug was right. She’d already been through hell and lived. So, it wouldn’t kill her to wait just a little longer. The pain would just persist. Her eyes jerked up as John Sullivan entered. Here we go. Standing from her seat, the redhead offered a nod of greeting and a nervous smile. “I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the place.”
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She also pulled out his chair.

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One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

"Not at all— been 'round Petalburg a couple times before." He told the redhead as he approached the table. "Oh, thank you."

Taking a seat across from the woman, he gestured for her to take her own seat once again, before raising his hand to signal a waitress.

He took his time with the menu, chatting amicably with the woman in charge of their orders. As she walked away with his request, green tea, he finally brought his gaze back to her.

"Ms. Aubre, if I got it right before?" He addressed her, smiling at her. His eyes drifted to the many layers of clothing she wore. "Are you comfortable, right now?"

He wasn't super certain yet of what afflicted her— their conversation had been stilted, and not a little confusing. Fortunately for the young redhead, Doug wasn't one to turn away anyone, even if a request came highly suspect.

Perhaps careless on his part.

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Before Aubre could speak, Alastor offered up a lazy wave. His normally relaxed blue eyes are surprisingly protective. His pencil lay poised against his notepad, like a sword half out of its sheath. When it came to his sister, the lizard was pretty damn protective. “Heli.” The electric type greets Johnathon as the humans begin their silly dance.
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“I’m glad to hear it. I realized should have included the address—” There was probably some other place here with that name. “—but I didn’t want to spam your inbox.” It wasn’t like sea names were rare around here. There were at least twelve restaurants she knew of with the word ‘coast’ in them. Still, they were here now, and there was no need to fret about that.
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Not when he was here, and her last hope was burning itself out. When indicated, she practically falls back into her seat. Is it hot in here? Is that just me? A hand wraps around her cup of ice water until her knuckles whitened. Any thoughts of ordering an appetizer vanish. Right now, she doesn’t trust herself to speak. The idea of food makes her stomach churn.
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Part of her wanted to just get this over with. The other wanted to run for the hills, anything to preserve that last sliver of hope. The thought of a present cure was a great balm for the future. Just let him put his order in. You know how it feels to be rushed.
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She doesn’t correct the title. Sure she’s a missus, but that’s not important. “That’s right. I’m Aubre, and this is Alastor.” The lizard offers a hesitant nod. His frill raises with each breath, a reflection of his trainer’s nerves. The next question makes her chew on her lip. A few dozen different responses threaten—most of them full of self-loathing. “As comfortable as I ever am.” She finally admits with a sigh. There is a glisten in her eyes that quickly fades.
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Her hands shake as the doctor pulls out her phone. Her screensaver is a family photo. She and her husband holding their daughter’s hands in front of a far-off beach. “I’m sorry I wasn’t very—I just have a hard time talking about it.” Tilting the screen toward herself, the doctor takes a deep breath. Then she flicks through a recent album. “Some part of my brain thinks it will go away if I just don’t mention it.”
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Aubre’s breath turns shaky. “And you know what they say about pictures and words.” She slid the phone over to him. The last few inches end in a toss, as if she is desperate to free herself from a jellyfish. “I know it’s not pretty.” On the screen is a picture of her back. Only a bra in place. The burn scars are angry, looking as if they were lain yesterday and not six or seven years ago. It’s a twisted, monstrous hunk of flesh. The normal musculature is almost impossible to discern, only the straps serving as landmarks.
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Seemingly aware they were being discussed, the scars flared up and the redhead winced. Screw off. I'm done with you. [break][break]
Her teeth gritted as she bit back a noise of pain. “A Houndoom’s responsible. And, well, we all know what that’s like.” Except most people didn’t. They knew what the science said, but not what it actually felt like.
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Finally, she took a drink. “I’ve tried everything.” A single tear rolls down her cheeks. For some reason, she doesn’t mind the vulnerability.

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POSTED ON Mar 26, 2024 23:44:08 GMT

One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

He listened patiently, encouraging her to take as much time as she needed.

Whatever Isaac Merlo thought, his bedside manners were excellent.

"No need to apologize." He said, nodding her way before turning his gaze to the table below.

The phone reached him by way of a trembling hand— the contents displayed on its screen not for the faint of heart.

He did not disclose any opinions, however, gazing in silence at the images before him before raising his gaze to her.

"Let's go to Petalburg general." He said as their waiter came, leaving behind green tea.

Picking it up, he brought it to his lips, taking a sip.

"Based off the images alone, I think I should be able to help." He said. "But even a photo ain't as good as actually seeing what I'm dealin' with my own eyes. I gotta run a few exams of my own as well."

He turned his gaze back at the images once again, impassive, before raising his gaze at her and smiling gently.

"Don't worry— I'm confident I'll be able to help." She said she had tried everything, and he believed her.

His treatment would not be found in any orthodox practice, however.

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The redhead waited for a gasp or look of disgust. Or, worse yet, the questions. However, she did so like a child playing hide-and-seek, hiding her interest behind half-closed eyes. You’ve done this this before. Just try and relax. The time of his examination seemed to stretch into eternity.
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One made longer by her desperation. If this didn’t work, hope would return to its cell to wait for the next charlatan or experimental treatment.
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Then, John spoke. The redhead blinked a few times. “Petalburg General?” She parroted back at him in a stilted fashion. Like the aforementioned bird, it was obvious she didn’t comprehend what she was saying. It wasn’t one of the responses she’d prepared for. CHINK! The waiter’s return breaks the spell.[break][break]

“Thank you.” She murmurs to the server as he moves on to his next table. A hand lifts to wipe a tear from her eyes. A tiny claw lays over her hands as Alastor gives her another squeeze.[break][break]

She waits for an answer. A curse like this is tough to break. She’s fully prepared for a no. So much so, in fact, that his response leaves her stunned. “You are?” Her throat’s suddenly dry. “Really?”

The idea of someone else digging at her back is excruciating. It was like being on display at a freak show. But if he thought he could help, it might be worth it. Unless it didn’t work. Then she—she’d, well, there are only so many times you can get your hopes up. Desperate to ground herself, she takes a sip from her drink.
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The tears this time taste almost sweet.
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Alastor, meanwhile, hops from his chair and runs to the other side of the table. As he does, his pen flies at a million miles an hour. He didn’t trust this weirdo. There was no medical degree that he knew of. For all he knew, this guy could be trying to sell Aub’s kidneys.

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Tugging on the weirdo’s sleeve, he turns the paper to John: 'Hi. Alastor.' He taps the next line. ‘You better not be lying.' Then, his ivory claws shift down. ‘I’ll feed you an umbrella.’

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POSTED ON Apr 11, 2024 20:08:01 GMT

One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

He resisted the urge to smile.

This was clearly very important for the young woman. She had seen numerous experts prior to him, she had said so as much when first addressing him.

He couldn't act dismissively just because it seemed easy to him, the literal magic man.

"I can assure you that I do not lie." He said, raising his arm to the waiter. "Might be a lil' difficult to imagine, but it'll be become all clear soon."

It was mildly disturbing to receive a name and a threat in the same breath... sentence... whatever.

He finished paying off the tea before standing up.

"Petalburg General ain't too far." He said. "Do ya need any help walking there, miss?"

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Freckles vanished beneath a tidal wave of pink. The idea of having somehow insulted this man made her stomach do flip-flops. “I did not mean to imply you were!” Her tongue stumbles over its next words. “I’d never—that’s a strong accusation.” Certainly, she was skeptical, but that didn’t mean John was dishonest. Let’s not forget that her mind maligned puppies.
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Then, the dark-haired man pivoted to reassurance. Or, you could just tell me instead. The lack of specifics was somewhat worrying. Was she supposed to let someone see her naked because he assured her it was okay? Shouldn’t he have some kind of ID card or something? But her gut told her he wasn’t out to sell her kidneys. And, no matter how small, a chance was a chance. Instead of pushing John, the redhead nodded.“I am sure it will.” Except she wasn’t.

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Maybe that strange smoothie of emotions is what drove Alastor to do what he did. So absorbed was Aubre in her thoughts, that she missed Alastor’s dive under the table. But, the second she did, her cheeks flushed. It didn’t take a genius to know he wasn’t being nice. With an exasperated expression, she moved to bend over and read his notepad.

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Her eyes widened. “You’ll make him—how would you even—” For a moment there was a look of fear. Like the electric type had her life preserver and was jerking it away like a cat toy. “Alastor!” Though John seemed unoffended, she doubted he’d forget that. “I’m sorry.” The doctor took a deep breath. “He’s just overprotective.” At the invitation, Aubre shook her head.

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“I’m all right.” And, even if it wasn’t, she’d never say it. “Just don’t ask me to cartwheel there.” A bit of forced levity. With her bill paid, the doctor moved to follow the guy outside. A tug on her sleeve made her turn.

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‘I just don’t want you to get your hopes up.’ It was obvious the lizard had tried writing an apology in a hundred different ways. By way of response, Aubre simply smiled at him. Expressive eyes made her answer clear: I know.

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POSTED ON May 1, 2024 23:30:37 GMT

One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

It would've been amusing to her be a bundle of nerves and fears— if the context behind it hadn't been how desperate she was for a cure to her long time malady.

Hard to laugh at a woman fearing she might lose her only chance.

He scratched at his cheek.

"Mrs. Mckenna— actually, can I just call you Aubre?" He asked. "You may call me John— or Doug. Whichever you prefer."

He wasn't too anal about the whole Doctor part.

"Anyway, ya don't have to worry. Once we're in Petalburg General, ya can ask anyone ya want about my credentials." He said, hands moving to his hips.

It didn't seem like she knew who he was— which wasn't an impossibility, but it would've made things much easier for both of them if she had. Oh well— hopefully the fact that the hospital staff could vouch for him would be enough to dash her worries.

"Darn, and here I was hopin' we could get some exercise in on the way there." He said wryly, snickering. "Oh well— walkin' it is. Shall we?"

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Aubre is quick to agree. This man had the potential to change her life. The least she could do was save him a few syllables. “Of course!” Had she come off as too formal earlier? "I’m not really a stickler for things like that. I barely tolerate doctor.” She was still new enough that when people called her by title, green eyes would look for somebody else they were talking to. At his double names, there was a confused blink, but she did not press. It was probably a middle name or something.
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Ironically, she preferred using titles with other people. It made her feel Still, a request was a request. “John it is.” Just because that was the one he said first. Hopefully, that meant it was the one he preferred. His next words made her want to protest. To tell him that she was not worried. But she was a terrible liar. “I hope my behavior didn’t offend you, John. It’s nothing personal.” Her husband had lied to her their entire marriage. It wasn’t surprising that the experience had tainted her curiosity with doubt. “I can’t trust myself to pick my clothes in the morning.” And, she’d tried a lot of quackery before now.

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Doug’s easy manner, however, soon soothed Aubre’s raised feathers. Her smile was soft. “I’m pretty sure walking counts.” A glance was thrown at a passing Wingull as it bobbed overhead. She nodded. After a few minutes of companionable silence, the redhead turned to face him. “I really appreciate you taking the time to see me. I know you probably have people lined up out the door.” She’d read up on him before coming, but that didn’t stop her from being doubtful. The stories made him sound like magic.
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And what makes you deserve that?

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Alastor raced to draw even with them, acting as a buffer between Aubre and the casanova beside her. A scarred hand moved to tuck a stray lock behind an ear. Her heart pounded in her chest as the hospital drew into view. She swallowed. A hand trembled. She tightened the free one into a fist in her pocket. [break][break]

Suddenly, she had the urge to run. Her breathing quickened as the sign became legible. Images of hellish hounds flashed as her feet slowed to a stop. "I'm sorry. I'm--I'm not sure I can do this." [break][break]

What if it didn't work?
What if it did?

It'd been ten years like this. Pain and sizzling a constant companion. The unsightly scars dictating what she could do, what she wore, and how she felt about herself. Her whole life had been built on that last night, a long, winding reminder of the worst thing she'd ever encountered. And now, with a potential cure in view, she balked. Her scars lit up like wildfire, as if their potential end drove them into a frenzy. [break][break]
"I'm such an idiot!" Tears threatened as she laughed, the sound bitter. That peek of madness slides into view as she lifts a hand to stop the hyperventilating laughter.

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Alastor peered up at her and moved to take her hand. You got this, sis.

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One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

Doug does not interrupt her as she begins to psyche herself out, brow twisting slightly in concern as he watched her.

They weren't close enough for him to do much, he simply raised his hands, walking closer to her.

"Slow, deep breaths, Aubre." He intoned gently after Alastor had grabbed her hand, trusting the bond between them. "Ya ain't no fool. Bein' afraid is completely fine."

He would not pressure her into a surgery room if she had doubts still. If she wasn't sure.

"Would ya like to sit down?" He asked, turning his gaze to a nearby bench.

Maybe they didn't need to just talk about the procedure— perhaps they needed to address her feelings on the matter first.

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She tries to focus on the world around her as the anxiety strikes. Her hand tightens reflexively around her Heliolisk’s proffered limb. The doctor took a few struggling breaths. Feel that? It’s Alastor’s hand. Three little claws right there. Guess I know who’s been stealing my moisturizer. This thought is quickly brushed aside in favor of the support of the ground beneath her feet.
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Aubre nodded numbly at the question. “Y-yeah.” A stumbling, breathless step takes her to a nearby bench. “Sorry.” With a shudder, she sinks into the faux wood seat. Her eyes squeeze even more tightly closed. The ripple of pain across her back reminds her of why she’s here. And also why it’s hard to be. It’s like the hospital has become a dog kennel.
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You’re just wasting his time. Stop being such a freak. A few more deep breaths allow the doctor to return to the present. A quick glance at the hospital sign makes her turn to John. “It’s not being afraid that’s stupid.” Her voice sounds almost tiny. “It’s being terrified of this.” It was like running away from winning the lottery.
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“I just—it’s been like this for so long.” She’d been to so many treatments, but none of them had been confident it’d work. They were full of apologies and disclaimers. “I don’t even remember what it is not to hurt.” And, maybe, some part of her was convinced that was how it was meant to be. That maybe this curse was as much a part of her as her martyr syndrome and her red hair. “It’s been—Arceus—11 years.” Almost to the week.
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Alastor’s expression was surprisingly grim. Though Aubre had been the one impacted most, he’d never forget what happened that night. That one best friend died and the other had been crippled. And all he’d done was nap in his ball like some idiot. “Lisk.” He squeezed her hand.

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One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

He listened in silence, nodding as she spoke.

"Naw, being terrified of this is fine, too." He said simply, leaning back against the bench, hands moving behind his neck. "'What if it doesn't work? What if it does? Then what'? What ifs can be terrifying."

He turned his gaze to the sky, hands pillowing his head as he crossed a leg over the other.

"Have you thought about it?" He asked suddenly. "What you'd do, if you ever got rid of the pain?"

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John’s presence calmed her nerves. His gaze was friendly and his ability to listen was welcome. That wasn’t to say Leon wasn’t willing to talk. It just felt like there was judgment under there. That listening to her concerns was more of a burden than an honor. Soon enough, she found herself nodding along.
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“That’s it exactly.” Aubre laughed. It felt like a whimper. "It wasn’t curiosity that killed the cat really. It was all the questions.” Though she had literally dreamt of this day, it suddenly all seemed so fuzzy. This hurdle seemed to somehow represent everything wrong with her life. But she knew that wasn’t true. Fixing her back wouldn’t make Hoenn better. It certainly wouldn’t erase her fear of dogs. And, worst of all, it wouldn’t fix her.
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The redhead nodded. “Every day.” It might let her do gymnastics again or more easily scoop up her daughter. Maybe she could stand straighter without pain. Going near a campfire wouldn’t light her neurons up like a fireworks display. Or, better yet, she could stop wearing long sleeves during heat waves. “But it was never real.” She’d visited plenty of doctors with fancy degrees. But none of them had gotten her hopes up like John had. They’d erred on the side of professional discretion—promising nothing and talking in probabilities.
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“No one has ever sounded so sure before.”

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✦ Let's see how her hope goes

BY GUNSMILE

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Dr. Doug

He/Him

20 (40)

March 3

Viridian City, Kanto

It just works

AQUA, Combat Medic

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You're being healed. Please do not resist.

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One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

He nodded slowly at her words.

Right. The other doctors— professionals to be sure, perhaps famous in their respective fields, even— were likely careful. Spoke of chances, made no promises.

Fair enough.

"You know? That's fair." By comparison, Doug might've well looked like a snake oil salesman. "Perhaps I should err on the side of caution more often."

He mused with a smile as he stood up, patting his hands together before glancing down at her.

"How about a demonstration, then? To clear up any doubts before we go proceed?"

TL;DR: Nice to meet you, Ms. McKenna.

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Aubre

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Turffield

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Pokémon Doctor

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I Still Believe, Inside of Me, There's Someone Not Unspoken. Someone Not So Broken.

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A scarred hand reached up for pause. “I—I don’t dislike it.”
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That double negative would make her mother wince. But her nerves were too fried to rearrange it. Like Daddy said, it was more important that your point got across than that it sounded good. “It’s refreshing.” She spoke in probabilities too. Told patients that there was a chance treatment could help. The idea of crushing someone’s hopes—or inflating them—was terrifying. “Just a bit unexpected.” Her smile was tight and forced.
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As he stood, the redhead followed his movements. Her hands tightened in her lap. Bitten nails dug into the skin of her palms. Green eyes drifted to Alastor. The problem wasn’t that she didn’t believe him, but that she did.
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And that it felt too easy. Like being sentenced to Tartarus and being punished by feather tickling.
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“All right.” Aubre’s agreement is hesitant and tainted. “What do you need?”

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