curses weren't a problem to her.

between performing surgeries on both people and pokemon, she never had much fear of ghost pokemon nor the curses that could have come with them. when she was told that there was a pokemon who was suffering from a curse, she immediately knew why she, of all people, was the one to be called. she loathed to admit that she was all too familiar with it.

she had an entire arsenal of ghost pokemon, after all.

one glance at the sinistea, and she felt her heart crack for the pain that it appeared to be in. she wants to ask it 'are you okay', but she already knows the answer. instead, she pulls out a pokeball to let a sylveon out to the floor. "seratonin, p-please.." she motions to the sinistea who's in pain, to which the sylveon smiles and extends her ribbons out around the ghost type. though it didn't alleviate the pain, the soothing aura coming directly from the fairy type was able to, at the very least, help the little cup relax.

wendy leaves the sylveon to attend to the cup in the room, for the time being. the doctor moves out from the door, with a clefable at her side which waddled after her. "e-excuse me.." she started, instinctively raising a clipboard to cover the lower half of her face. her eyes glance to the ground, solely because.. looking at people in the eye was terrifying.

"i-i have a few questions that i need to ask. what.. exactly happened to your sinistea?"

her voice is soft, but.. audible, at least. she wasn't good with people, which is why her clefable was the one at her side gently soothing the nervous trainer.

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her mother always told her that a good doctor doesn't scare her patients when only asking questions.

unfortunately for her mother, the talent was put elsewhere, in respect to her father. dealing with people wasn't what she was used to, and being asked to deal with pokemon when usually, it was a nurse's job to attend to them, was something of a rarity for her. still, the poor man seemed slightly shaken by the curse put upon his sinistea. perhaps it was due to how often she hung around ghosts, but she felt her heart break, the tiniest bit, for the little pokemon. it was a shame, really.

and because of that, she wanted to do what she could for it.

he answers her questions, diligently, as he should. he describes the events that led up to the incident, all while she continues to jot down notes on her clipboard. the pokemon had fallen, which is odd for a ghost pokemon. usually even if they fell, they could have gone intangible to avoid impact. wendy takes a quick glance back into the room, with her sylveon continuing to try and soothe the cup of ghost.

now what piques her interest is the patient's assumption.

wendy wasn't one to jump to conclusions, especially considering the odd nature of ghost pokemon (it was too bad that this logic didn't apply to anything else). she brings the pen to gently press against her chin, just beneath her lower lip. "u-uhm.." she tries to speak up, hopefully to offer her input. "i.. personally don't think it's a curse.." her voice gradually weakens, but the support from her clefable helps her gather her nerves. she knew what she was talking about when it came to ghosts. it would be okay for her to be confident about it for once, right?

"despite popular belief, there aren't a lot of ghost pokemon that can actually put a curse on.. anything." asides from a mismagius, she knows, but if he could hear the sound of a teacup fallen to the ground, then he would most definitely hear the accursed chanting from a mismagius. "in addition to that.." she trails off, now raising her clipboard over the lower half of her face. another glance to the suffering cup of tea, and back to the trainer.

she has to try and reassure him, somehow.

"... he'll be alright. he's a bit discomforted, but.. my sylveon's helping to ease him." she attempts to raise her gaze, to give the man some semblance of eye contact. anything, to instill some kind of confidence? even if she ultimately fails.

"i think i have an idea of what could have caused this.."

Remiel Calcifet
ohoho i see i see :blurryeyes:

as long as the pokemon were okay, it would be fine. there were no signs of any blood, there were no signs of serious illness that was caused by a curse. however at the same time, there was no sign of any sort of fever when she gave a glance. otherwise, it would be acting differently. certainly, there was something wrong with it. she just doesn't think that a curse, of all things, was to blame.

"a-actually.." the petite woman starts, slowly trying to raise her voice loud enough for the young man to hear. hopefully, she coudl convey her thoughts effectively. hopefully, there would be no unnecessary rambling on her end (the world knows that if it didn't happen in the depths of her mind, then it will happen when her lips run their course). "pokemon like sinistea are.. a bit more susceptible to their environments. moreso than other ghosts." which made sense, considering that one would easily get dizzy from simply swirling the tea inside their cup.

she gives another quick glance to the sinistea, who was, thankfully, being soothed with the assistance of her sylveon. unfortunately, it wasn't soothed enough to be put to rest. "i-if you'd like--" she starts, voice raised only to squeak and crack when she notices the volume. her cheeks flush pink, all while she hides her face once again. "i-i can.. let you in to be by your pokemon while i work with them. it won't take too long.."

as she turns back to the room, she pulls out a third pokemon - this time, coming out revealed a gengar whose grin and gaze could easily send shivers up spines. "you said that they were in the kitchen, right..?" she tries to confirm while walking back through the doors.

"it's possible that something foreign was mixed into the tea, which can cause an--.. a-an adverse reaction.."

Remiel Calcifet
i should be saying that about oslo wendy's heart is BREAKING for the teacup ;u;

poisoned was one way to put it.

it.. maybe wasn't the most accurate, but, it was some way to put it. she doesn't say much, because it isn't like a status ailment that could be cured through a simple refresh and have the day be called. the doctor quietly hums, mulling their options over. rather than the effect that the object would have, it was the object itself that should have been removed from the tea entirely. unfortunately, she wasn't all too knowledgeable in that.

"w-well.. it's less of an ailment. think of it as.. erm.. a stomach flu..?" like how humans put it, right? but for pokemon. something that would pass after a certain amount of time. but, nevertheless, it would never hurt to do some searching to see what could have caused it. it would also help to shed some light on the situation, so that it would lessen the chances of this happening again.

"a-a very bad stomach flu..!" she didn't want to brush off the trainer's concern, and have them think it was nothing (she's met many people like that, and it's never ended well). she tents her fingers, anxiously, against the clipboard resting against her chest and belly. "i--.. erm.. i have some" a lump is caught in her throat. she's nervous. "m-medicine..! medicine that y-your pokemon can take to ease the symptoms, and h-hopefully restore its tea. y-you just need to let a tablet dissolve into it each night." even though it might not like it, like a child taking its vitamins.

now, to answer his question, she takes a deep breath to try and properly articulate what she wants to say.

"usually, sinistea are sensitive as is with their.. tea. b-but they usually recover on their own after an hour at most. i-if it's this bad, even now, then it could b-be.. something of a very strong h-herb or.. other chemical." she hides the lower half of her face into the clipboard more. was she successful?

"i-i'm sorry, i might not be much help.."

Remiel Calcifet
y e s

she's grateful.

grateful that she could, at least, offer some sort of insight on what was happening. she knows that her nervous disposition wasn't the most reassuring, especially with how it could be taken as her being completely unsure of what she was saying. she knows that it's easy to doubt her words, especially when she didn't know how to properly formulate them. especially when she's not good at comforting people. but she's trying and she likes to think that she's starting to do a bit better.

... maybe a little bit.

hearing that she was of some help, the woman smiles a bit more and nods her head. "th-that's right.." she doesn't think that it's something small or subtle; if that were the case, his pokemon wouldn't have responded so violently to it. but at the same time, something falling into the tea of a sinistea is the same as if someone were to throw salt directly onto an open wound. but of course, she didn't want to say that.

with that said, she pulls herself away from the table the sinistea was laying on in favour of walking to the hallway. "erm.. i'll be back in a bit. i need to get the medicine." and swings over next door, with her office thankfully not being too far from drugs and such. she returns in no time, with a small bottle of pills in hand to hand to the trainer, along with a sticker detailing the prescription. at least she worked quickly.

though she keeps one pill in hand, with the intention to gently slip it into the tea and have it easily dissolve. after a few moments, the pokemon would have felt the soothing effects, and didn't require the sylveon to properly sit up and come to. "w-we should get going. i-i'm sorry for the wait.."

Remiel Calcifet
we can wrap up the thread here and move onto the next C: