Chapter 1
"Are you awake now?"
The voice seemed to be coming from all around him, he couldn't concentrate.
"Chansey, go get him something to eat. He's about to come to."
"Chaan-sii!"
The man on the cot sat upright with a bolt, ready to run. "Relax," the female standing over him said with a smile. He laid back down, feeling a pain in his chest. Glancing down he saw that his chest was tightly bandaged.
"Where am I?"
She seemed to ignore his question, replying with what seemed to be obvious to him.
"We found you out in the middle of nowhere with that nasty wound. Noone else thought you would make it but we took you back anyways. Chansey and I have been looking over you the past few days.". The female paused for a few moments, as if apprehensive to ask the next question. "Could you tell me what your name is?". His gaze met hers for a fleeting second, as he pondered whether or not to tell her. "It's Atlus," the next part of his sentence being almost inaudible. "And thanks.". Finally the Chansey came back in carrying a plate of warm food, laying it on the battered nightstand next to the cot.
"Thank you Chansey, that'll be all. Let me have some time with our patient for now.".
The Chansey squeaked happily and left the room, closing the door after it.
"She loves taking care of people and since she doesn't like to fight, this job suits her well." Atlus looked to the food then back to the girl. "Let's cut out the small talk. Where am I and who are you?". His question seemed to almost hurt her, physically. "Fine, let's get down to business. My name is Rachel, I work here as doctor. My job is to take care of the injured, whether human or Pokémon. I...Chansey and I, we're part of Team Target and this is their headquarters.". The mention of Team Target made Atlus nervous. "Team Target?" he asked. "The terrorists?" Rachel became angered by his questions, raising her voice. "We're not terrorists! The news just makes us look that way! Team Psychic is the real threat and we're trying to stop them! Why does noone see this?". "Calm down," Atlus replied calmly. "I'm not judging you. You can't be all that bad if you took me in.". These words comforted Rachel and she settled back down. Suddenly the door flew open and a tall, gray haired man entered, his face hardened with determination. "Rachel," he said. "Team 1 just came back, we need you downstairs.". Looking down at Atlus, he gave a cold glare then hurried out of the room and down the hall. Rachel sighed lightly and started to walk to the door. "Atlus, I have to go now. A doctor's job is never over. Try to eat to keep up your strength and get some rest. When Chansey and I are finished I'll send her in to keep you company.". Turning around she rushed out the door to attend to her duties. His head swimming with today's events, Atlus closed his eyes and drifted away to sleep, his dreams providing less comfort than what he just found out.
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