Nurse Joy and the Smelly Elevator

The day was done and we were all heading home from the Pokémon Hospital. The elevator opened and there was Brock by himself. I was happy to see him.

"Oh, hey Brock! Haven't seen you in a while.
How have you been, hon?" I asked.

"Yo! Good to see you again, Nurse Joy. I've just been doing my thing, you know? Training my Pokémon." he told me.

"That's great, I'm glad to hear it." I replied, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Then from seemingly out of nowhere, the elevator shut down and we were in the dark.

"That's not good..."

"Don't worry, we won't be in the dark for much longer. The backup generators will come on any second." I confirmed.

A few seconds later they did.

"Man, just my luck. I had to run an important errand after this!" Brock complained.

"Keep your head up! I'm sure they'll get the elevator up and running soon. Just be patient..." I reasoned.

Brock sighed and sat on the floor. I paced for a few minutes then sat down next to him.

"You hanging in there?" I nudged him.

"As much as I can, Nurse.." Brock whispered, fidgeting some.

I heard his belly make a funny noise as well. Minutes had gone by and there was a stench of feces I noticed.

"Brock, did you.. did you just pass gas?"

Brock looked at me, then in every other direction.

"Uh, nope, no. why, do you smell something?" he stuttered.

"I sure do, it smells like you farted." I giggled. "You don't think it stinks in here?"

"...okay I MAY have farted a little bit." the Pokémon breeder owned up.

"It's alright, really. Flatulence is natural as they come...even if this elevator is kind of smelly now." I teased, putting my head on his shoulder and my arm interlocked with his.

"I gotta be honest with you NJ..that errand I was telling you about? It's a bathroom errand.
I've been needing to take a dump since noon." he admitted.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so silly! But poor boy, you've been dying to poop and holding in that all that gas!
It's not healthy, dear. Let me help you relieve yourself of some of it." I offered.

"How?"

"I'll just massage your tummy. When you feel like you have to break wind, do so."

Brock looked even more befuddled than before.

"But, we're in an elevator! It's gonna stink!
Badly!" he cried.

"Oh, honey. I'm a nurse. This is what I do, you know that!"

Brock looked down at the floor, then at me as I smiled at him sincerely.

"If you think is the best way-"

"It is. Trust me. I'm here to help." I promised.
Brock lifted his T-shirt so I could initiate the treatment. A few minutes went by and Brock let out the first of many loud and odorous toots.

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

I smelled the hydrogen sulfur very shortly after his expulsion was taken aback.

"Whew! P-U, it certainly smells like you're cooking up a few poopies inside." I fanned my nose and then patted his gut. "How long ago has it been since you've pooped?"

"I pinched off a turd yesterday evening."

"What shape and color were your turds?" I inquired. "Were they the thick, big ones?"

"Average size. Yellowish brown tint?" he recalled.

"Yellow poo is bad and a red flag you wanna look for when you're pooping. They should always be slim, not bumpy, and a brown color. And yes, your poops should not have a nice fragrance." I began. "Try taking a food journal and maybe drink a kombucha every now and then. It'll benefit your microbiome as an antibiotic so hopefully you'll be farting less stinky farts." I finished, giggling.

"Speaking of... "

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTITTITTTTTTT

"...sorry."

"Goodness, you farted again!" I laughed, wrinkling my nose. "Very stinky.." I cooed.

Suddenly, the power came back on.

"Yay! Well, well. Looks like we no longer have to inhale any more yucky poots and you, sir, can finally go take a big dump!"

We heartily laughed and Brock walked me to my car. I sweetly kissed him on the cheek and bid him goodnight, as did he as well.

The End