Pokemon Indigo League Stories Part 2

Sprained leg

" What. Is. This?!"

Wisty looked at her foot, which was bandaged. " Oh, this? It's nothing."

Oak looked exasperated. " Nothing?! You call that nothing?!"

Wisty leaned on the wall. " Well at least I got you the Pokemon you wanted. Here's Rockruff. I caught it, so after this could you give it to me?"

" I'll give it back to you, sure, but Wisty!"

Wisty shrugged. " Eh. It's just my leg. I'll be fine."

" You're lucky I called someone over. He might be able to help you rest."

And out of the shadows, right there, was Richie.

Wisty’s eyes widened as she watched Richie step out of the shadows, his familiar grin spreading across his face. “R… Richie?” she whispered, disbelieving. Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could stop herself, she ran toward him, her injured leg momentarily forgotten.

“Wisty!” Richie exclaimed, his voice full of warmth and excitement. He reached out, grabbing her and spinning her around in a hug, lifting her off her feet. Wisty laughed, her carefree spirit returning for a moment, though her leg still throbbed beneath her.

After a few seconds, Richie set her down gently, a grin still plastered on his face. “It’s been too long!” he said, looking her over with a fond expression. “You’re still as stubborn as ever, I see.”

Wisty smirked, leaning back slightly, pretending to be nonchalant despite the emotions swirling in her chest. “Well, I had to survive without you, didn’t I?” she teased, wincing slightly as she shifted her weight to her uninjured foot.

Professor Oak, standing in the background with his arms crossed, let out a frustrated sigh. “I really don’t know what to do with you, Wisty. You get hurt and think you can just brush it off. What if it gets worse?”

“Yeah, Wisty,” Richie chimed in, his tone a mix of concern and amusement. “You didn’t even let me know how bad it was until now. And I had to hear about it from Professor Oak instead of you!”

Wisty shrugged, her usual carefree attitude returning. “Eh, I’m fine. Just a little sore, that’s all. Besides, I’ve been through worse.”

Richie shot her a pointed look, his arms crossing. “Are you ever going to stop saying that? You’ve really got to take care of yourself, Wisty.”

Wisty rolled her eyes but smiled softly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But... look at this little guy!” She gestured to the Rockruff sitting quietly at her feet. “You have to admit, that’s worth it.”

Professor Oak stepped forward, his gaze softening. “You certainly know how to find Pokémon. But next time, I expect you to take better care of yourself.”

“Yeah, Wisty, if only you took care of yourself as well as you do with your Pokémon,” Richie added with a grin.

Wisty’s expression softened, and she gave a small, almost reluctant sigh. “Fine, I’ll rest up. But I’m not staying in bed forever. And don’t think I’m going to let you baby me, Richie.”

Richie chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he teased.

Oak smiled faintly, though still looking concerned. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. But next time, no more hiding injuries. Understand?”

“Understood,” Wisty replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “But only because I got you that Rockruff.”

Richie raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you think that’s enough to get you out of trouble?”