The Gallade wrapped his arm around her waist, and together the two hobbled off into the pits of the emergency medical station on the outskirts of the desolate battlefield. With the threat eliminated, Rayquaza had already retreated back to their den in Ever Grande where a number of Eva’s pokemon waited to heal the dragon and help them rest easy. The battle was over for them, for now. For Eva, a new battle was beginning on more fragile grounds.

Blade’s HEAL PULSES numbing the pain enough to make it manageable and a tightly wrapped bandage kept the laceration on her thigh in check. There were more important and worse wounded people and pokemon to attend to.

She cast out her best healers, letting them scatter amongst the crowds and trusting them to do what they do best. Eva donned a medic vest and got to work.

It wasn’t long before her limp manifested again; A HEAL PULSE only lasted so long. The gaze of the royal was hard to miss, not to mention he occupied her thoughts as he she wandered through the tents. They had worked closely, after all, and he had nearly become a Kyurem snack.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” she assured Remiel with a smile. She eased down onto the bench beside him and she hissed out an involuntary sigh of relief. Her muscles thanked her and she gave Remiel Calcifet the once over, “Lemme see your arm,” she motioned for him to scoot closer.

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Remiel Calcifet

A small smile spreads wider across her pink lips, lifting her flushed cheek dulled by the dirt and grime of the battle they had managed to survive, “Yes you will,” she says with an unwavering confidence. If there’s anything she’s learned it’s when to pull out and use the ‘doctor’ card. Now is one of those times. There are too many that need her help to sit on the sidelines and remain on the receiving end of it.

Delicate fingers pluck at the self-made tourniquet to assess the tightness which she finds adequate for the time being. As soon as it is bandaged she can remove it, “Hm, he got you pretty good,” she comments through a tight jaw. She will never be able to trust Rocket to put their differences aside in the name of the greater good.

“This will probably sting a bit but it’ll feel way better in just a few minuts,” the warning comes in a practiced and pleasant tone that usually gives the beaten hope that they would only get better from here.

Eva pulls out a bottle of salve and gloves from the medical bag slung across the Gallade’s shoulder. It is a homemade concoction of STUN SPORE and an antiseptic. The low concentration of the Stun Spore powder dulls the pain considerably and the antiseptic helps initially fight off infection before they would comfortably scrub it clean and bandage it.

Gently, she spreads the salve across the wound with a gloved hand. The other hand tightens around his arm to keep it still if he squirms from the sting, “This’ll need stitches but that’ll have to be done later. What’d he get you with, anyway?”

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Remiel Calcifet