When Ameena walked in, a Garchomp would be coiled around the frame of the bed, his dorsal fin up and eyes honed in on her with a sudden growl. It took a while for him to recognize the CEO, and his threats had quieted down. Gwendolyn's room was silent, with the sole occupant resting in the hospital bed. She was asleep on her side, often fidgeting or shuffling around as if disturbed.

The IV drip and equipment beside the bed were alight with vitals, signatures and more. The younger girl's head was wrapped in bandages alongside numerous other places where medical wrappings were present: both legs were practically mummified, her left arm had blips every now and again, but she was alive.

If Ameena were to read the clipboard by the front of her bed, it would have been a fairly grizzly sight. Gwen had been retrieved and shuttled to Dewford for being in critical condition following an explosion alongside nearly drowning to death. Miraculously, she had pulled through enough to be moved out of the ICU and into one of the normal beds, though the most significant injury made itself known as Gwen had awoken from her slumber and rolled onto her back again.

Her right arm, up to above the elbow, was absent, with the end being covered in gauze. The left fared better, only possessing some cuts and bruises.

Gwen's eyes fluttered open as a Ameena sized blob made itself known to her. Her eyes were red and the reflection of the light showed spots where her cheeks had been wet. "Meenuh..." she groaned out.

The once lively ranger's voice was soft, almost whisper-like. She grunted and slowly tried to push herself up, making it up about half way as her entire body quaked. Her balance gave way as Gwen hit the bed again, thoroughly exhausted. "What day?..." She asked weakly, laying her head back down onto the pillow behind her.

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She felt a warmer hand in hers, squeezing it return as Ameena would speak. Her throat was irritated, scratching along with every drawn breath while even in her dormant state, Gwen could make out the other woman's worry. She didn't blame her, if the roles were reversed, she would have done the same exact thing Ameena had done. "Sorry to-" she tried to apologize, but was cut out as she let out a single phlegm coated cough. "-worry you."

She extended her right arm to grasp the plastic bowl of juice left for her by the hospital staff out of instinct. It was ony when she remembered about her lack of a limb that she winced and reached for it with her non-dominant arm. After a long sip, downing every last droplet of berry juice contained inside, Gwen would feel the taste of mucus and blood lessen.

The burning question that Ameena wanted an answer for: who did this to her? Gwen moved herself to sit up partially as she was beginning to feel more awake now that she had some time to get a drink and have somebody to talk to. It was pretty lonely here, especially so if the one person she wanted to see still hadn't come.

"I did." she answered weakly. "I was helping...somebody get civillians to higher ground when Kyogre pushed through. My Xurkitree got caught in the wreckage and was going to electrocute the people in the water. So I...jumped over the cliff to get call him back in his ball. So the people wouldn't die because of me."

A pang of silence was shared between the two, while the ginger looked over at their interlocked hands. Her own pale skin clashed against the woman's tanned brown, as her thumb came to rest on top of Ameena's palm. There was some hesitation between the next few words, though Gwen's expression soured into a sullen expression. "I don't think I can help you anymore, Ms. Abadi...They're saying that it's going to be a long road to recovery. A-And I might not be able to return to the rangers if my condition gets diagnosed too severely." she said dejectedly, turning her face away from Ameena so she wouldn't be able to see the tears welling in her eyes. "Ah-I don't want to be like I was before coming here!"

She pushed herself up again, the heart rate monitor by her picking up as she was panting try to sit up and clutch at the other woman. Tears spilled down her cheeks, as her stressed state was beginning to worsen. "I can't do anything anymore! No more field work, no throwing pokeballs or climbing rocks. I can't even use my phone anymore! I'm useless to you and everybody else..." Gwen stopped to catch her breath, her vision smear a bit from the exertion on her body. The heart rate monitor was picking up to concerning levels, but nothing serious. "All because of this...fucking arm."

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She was desperate, clinging onto Ameena for answers she didn't have, support she couldn't offer, and some kind of way to let her know that her life would continue on despite everything. Gwen continued to silently weep, letting out pained cries and more. Her arms fell around Ameena, squeezing her tight while busying her face into the other woman. With one a single arm, the stump would only dig into the older woman's side.

A reminder of her failure.

But Ameena's question had made Gwen take pause. She looked up from her side to wiped the tears out of her eyes at her question. "N-No. You're one of the smartest people I know. I-It's just..." Gwen let out a soft whine, squeezing her again. "I don't know, I don't know what I'll do if they kick me out of the Rangers. I don't know if my other job will want me back either." Her mind went to freya morningstar and whether or not the woman would truly want to see her again.

Yet a voice in the back of her head ate away at her. The feeling that she didn't truly want to see Gwen again. And she couldn't blame her.

Gishath looked up from his position around her bed, his tail brushing against her leg as the dragon-type kept his eyes honed in on Ameena. Golden, intimidating eyes that let her know that he was watching.

"I trust you, with every ounce of my being."

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Gwen listened, as much as her wounded pride would allow her to. The young ranger sniffled and allowed Ameena to speak to her, well impressed by how the older woman conducted herself, alongside the declaration that she wasn't going to be thrown into the garbage can as long as she was around. Gwen's cheeks flushed at some of the wordage used in her rant about wanting her by Ameena's side, but the message was clear. She sat, stunned by the promise made to her.

"M-Ms. Abadi..." she said, feeling the hand inside of her own squeeze at Ameena's promise to pay for everything. Her ranger insurance had paid for most of the operation and medical bills, but the out of pocket cost was still going to be costly. So the promise of somebody paying for all of it was something that made her weep harder. Even offering to pay for a top of the line prosthetic for her. "Thank you...Thank you..." She hugged Ameena again, crying harder while looking down at her other lone stump to the side. Despite missing the chunk of flesh, it did its best to wrap around the other woman's body.

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Her hands around her was a comfort that Gwen had needed immensely. She hadn't felt so alone since, well, forever, really. Only a few choice people had visited her and those that did were rather only more official visits than anything. Even Robin was...No, she would come eventually. Gwen was sure of it. There wasn't any way that her best friend would forget about her in a condition like this. They were a thick as berry stew, which Goodras did enjoy back at her old work.

Gwendolyn had put on an emotive face, but Ameena could likely tell her overexertion had taken its toll. Her grip relaxed on the woman and she was starting to nod off again. At being asked what she wanted, a loud growl came from her stomach, while Gwen slowly lowered herself back down onto the comfortable bed. She adjusted the covers over herself again and stretched. "Food would be nice." she said with a sigh. "This preset menu they have here is like eating gruel. I need like...the biggest burger they make. A-And cake. Like super sweet cake. Chocolate."

Her eyes closed while Gwen smiled, imagining the taste of actual food for a change. "If you could get that I'd love you for it..."

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