"It's not putting me out," Sacha said firmly, shaking his head, "I doubt the clinic has space to really keep you for too long either," he muttered, sitting on the ground beside Adam.

Thankfully, he hadn't forgotten his name or anything like that... The date was understandable, but the location... Sacha out his hands in his lap. "You're just outside of Fortree in Hoenn," the ranger murmured, watching Cherie continue to sniff about Adam as if he was going to break apart.

It didn't take as long as Sacha expected for the medics to approach from the city. The main young woman was quick to check over Adam, though she didn't say much at all. It was decided that they would have to carefully carry Adam back to Fortree, and it didn't seem like anything was broken. Using the cloth stretcher that the medics had brought, they loaded Adam up and started to carry him in the direction of the city.

Sacha followed along beside Adam, texting his mother in law to prepare the extra room for their new guest. "It's settled. We have an extra room and you'll stay there until you're on your feet," Sacha said. He would do the same for anyone, really. He wasn't about letting people remain homeless for any reason.

"Just... hold still," Sacha instructed and started to search his pockets for his phone. "Stop trying to move so much," he muttered as an additional afterthought. "Let's just get you to a medic and figure out what's broken," he sighed, starting to quietly fuss over Adam to make sure that he didn't try and get up or move too much.

He mentioned that he really didn't have a place to go and Sacha paused. "That's not acceptable. I'm all for camping, but everyone needs a place to stay. You'll stay with me since I found you," he said, not giving Adam any room to argue with him whatsoever. It wasn't going to be a discussion, and he wasn't going to put out someone who was injured and may well have a fucking awful concussion.

Finally, he turned away so he could make the phone call for a medic to come out to help them, but it was going to be a little bit. Turning back to Adam, Sacha frowned at the bigger man. "Do you know where you are?" Sacha asked, "What your name is? What day it is?" Little things that might help jog something of a memory in him... hopefully.

Sacha found himself making a face and flinching a bit when Adam moved, only to realize that it wasn't the greatest idea. The only thing that Sacha could think was how much he didn't want his shoes vomited on if the guy had a concussion. Not that vomit was a difficult topic... He had three kids, one of which he had raised entirely on his own for her entire little life. Throw up did not bother him. Still, he liked these shoes.

"Don't shake your head," Sacha said smartly, and then bit his tongue because that was a little too sarcastic for the situation.

"It looks like you broke your wrist," Sacha then noted, reaching over and taking his arm and lifting it a bit, only to see it flop a little limply. "Or liquified it. One of the two," Sacha snorted. "Why the fuck were you sleeping in a tree without proper gear?" the ranger asked suddenly, looking Adam in the eye.

He asked if he should sit up and Sacha quite literally leaned over and put Cherie on Adam's chest so he couldn't move. "Absolutely not. I'm getting a medic out here to make sure you've not broken your damn neck," Sacha huffed. Having Alain carry him back to Fortree was a little too risky.

Okay, so not dead.

Crouching down beside Adam, Sacha looked him over. "Hey, don't move too much. I think you hit your head," Sacha said quietly, reaching out to help Adam turn onto his back.

"Did you fall out of the tree?" Sacha asked, looking Adam in the face to get a look at his eyes. He was worried that Adam had a concussion and wanted to check his pupils.

Cherie was sniffing around Adam's head and face, her tail swishing back and forth.

It was his normal route along the outskirts of Fortree, Cherie trotting happily beside him. The weather was misty that morning, which made visibility considerably more difficult to see through. But with a nose like Cherie's, the two of them didn't really have much to worry about. With a cigarette in between his lips, the former coal miner turned ranger kept his gaze scanning back and forth along the paths in front of them.

The sound of a heavy 'thwump' caught his attention to his left and Sacha paused, reaching a hand back for Alain's pokeball, the ranger hesitated a moment, unsure of what he'd heard. Cherie, prancing from foot to foot, looked up at Sacha with big eyes and the man nodded. "Go ahead and investigate," Sacha said quietly, giving the Rockruff permission to go on ahead.

Cherie nosed her way along the path and into the misty trees. It didn't take long before she was barking back at Sacha, attempting to get his attention. She absolutely had it, and Sacha made his way after her, keeping a hand on his belt as he approached.

Sacha's heart stuttered in his chest and he paused, his brows furrowing deeply when he realized that a man had fallen out of one of the many trees. "Shit," the man said, rubbing the tip of his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoe before shoving it into his pocket. Rushing forward, he tried to take stock of the much larger, blonde man.

"Hey, are you alright?" Sacha asked, coming to his knees beside the unknown man. Reaching out, he started to shake the man's shoulder. "Oh, Arceus, you better not be fucking dead," he commented to himself, pressing two finger's to the man's neck to find a pulse.

Adam Lycaon