You're perfect

Meeting (Part 2)

NATE

"Ea-... Easy now..." My stuttering voice cracks against the Pokémon's persistent growls. Both fangs taints with blood visibly. If its goal is to intimidate me, it's achieving its objective awfully well. "I'm here to help you."

I adopt a cautious stance, arms raised above my head as I circle around the creature. Offering a halt signal, I retreat two steps, wanting to avoid provoking it further by staying within its vicinity. It must be confused with a body rushing with adrenaline. Its injuries leave it incapable of standing properly. The rush of adrenaline likely conceals the pain for now. Strangely, its gaze locks onto my movements with eerie precision. Despite my round-like pathing, its unblinking eyes remain fixed on me.

"Look, you shouldn't move too much with that body. The adrenaline is probably suppressing your pain, things will only get worse if you don't allow me to help." Its growling persists, perhaps amplifying. I scratch my head, observing its ongoing aggression. "Of course, you don't understand me. What was I thinking?"

The more it struggles, the more damage it endures. The blood loss is immense. Even from a distance, I detect the gradual transformation of its yellow fur into a reddish hue. The Pokémon's attention, however, remains directed solely at me, treating my presence as a threat. In its eyes, I I'm an obstacle that needs to be worried. Meanwhile, a cascade of 'what ifs' flood my thoughts, beads of sweat forming on my forehead and neck. My eyebrows knit together, the furrow between them amplifying as my heart races, each beat a noticeable drumming.

The time is ticking...

"Please. If this continues it will be much worse for you. Allow me to hel—What?!"

Abruptly, the Pokémon trembles violently. It sinks to its knees before collapsing flat onto the ground. I watch this development with confusion, my head tilting slightly, and my hand traverses the sweat-dampened hair at the back of my head, a nervous gesture to pair with my uneasiness. If the Pokémon shows such behaviour, then it must've been in a condition of constant pressure. Until eventually the body had to shut down due to overwhelming stress.

"Hey... are you awake?" The particle of electrics in the air dissipates the moment the Pokémon becomes unconscious. The goosebumps I felt when I enter the battlefield vanishes.

The Pokémon isn't moving. It's a blood loss-induced collapse. Must've been a disgusting experience.

My steps become sloppy as I approach closer. The ground feels unsteady, and coupled with my trembling legs, each step I take resembles the sensation of swaying on the edge of a cliff. I shake my head, attempting to calm the nervousness. Urgently, I start examining the Pokémon, running my fingers over potential acupuncture points in a rush, desperately trying to locate where the blood is spurting from.

Turning the forearm over, a large open wound comes into view. The yellow fur surrounding it is now coated in crimson. Dust and soil streak the length of its arm.

"Ground type move, or maybe even rock type. This large cut, is it Stone Edge? No, that makes no sense if it's a wild Garchomp. Is it possible that it's Sand Tomb?" Sand Tomb is a move with limited power, and this wound is far too extensive for that to be the cause. What matters is that it isn't Stone Edge.

The realization that it's not Stone Edge brings some relief. If Stone Edge were to land critically, this Pokémon would likely suffer lasting injuries. Fortunately, that's not the case.

I grip below its shoulder, holding on as tightly as possible, desperately trying to stem the bleeding. It's unfortunately an useless attempt.

"Fuck. I can't continue doing that. The body is fragile and the blood loss is too much."