Pokemon Revival (Discontinued)

Chapter 2: No Explanation

After what felt like hours I finally woke up. I was groggy, dizzy and most of all, in pain. Now mind you it was nowhere near as bad as when I first woke up with this body but it still hurt like a pain that no decent person should ever have to go through.

I took a look around the room and saw that I was alone, no one else in the other 5 beds in the room that I could see, there was no one. All I could do at that moment was think, how could any of this happen. When I first woke up everyone was shocked. Not shocked that I was what I was but that I was alive. Which in my mind meant that it wasn't unusual to see a living Riolu, or a living Pokémon for that matter. So that could only mean I was somewhere where Pokémon were real, so I know for a fact that I am no longer in Kansas. It was eye opening to say the least, I finally got to feel what this body felt, every move I did registered with what I was trying to do, I could even move my tail, and in that sense having a tail was for a better word, interesting to say the least. Smell was another topic, everything was stronger. I could smell food that was three stories down, don't even ask me how I know it was three stories down. I could also distinguish the smells. I could smell every individual creature in this building. I say "creature" cause I don't know who or what I am smelling, I just know that they are different. Then there is my new eyesight, everything was clearer, I could even still see color, huh I guess that is a good thing, right? I had glasses when I was human...huh...

I just realized how weird that sentence is, "when I 'WAS' human." That is something I never really thought I would say. It just feels, unnatural.

Anyway back to what I was saying, I did wear glasses "back then" but only for reading at long distances, but now everything was clear, every single nook and cranny in the walls was visible. This is actually something I could get used to.

I then took another try at moving my arms and legs. It's definitely weird how these legs work, when your lower part of your leg is smaller than the sole of your foot, it is definitely a new experience. Also having three toes and fingers was new, I remember what it felt like to still have my pinkiss, pinky toes, big toes, and thumbs but now I couldn't fell them, not even a trace of a felling, just of memory of that felling.

But the nubs (for which is what I like to call these "fingers" on my hands) I did have now were flexible. They spread apart, both my nubs and my toes. I could bend them very easily, and with the way that the nubs bent it felt like I wouldn't have much trouble holding on to things, well maybe small things might give me trouble. While doing all of this I was being very cautious with my left arm. It hurt, it hurt every time I moved my nubs or my arms it brought that fire like pain back to my left shoulder. The bandages covering up the wound were very bloody but it didn't seem like there was any more blood coming out of it, they must of stitched it up.

But while I was thinking I realized something, I WAS STARVING! It felt like I hadn't eaten in days.

As if on cue the door to the room opened and a man dressed up in long jeans, and a brown leather coat and a woman in a nurses gown walked into the room.

The man was about six foot, white skin, green eyes, and short, black, spiked up hair with a short beard completing the touch. He spoke first in a deep masculine voice, "Are you sure he will be alright, when my son gave me a call and said he found him bleeding in the woods and rushed him here I was concerned, and even more concerned when I found out he was shot as well?"

I knew it, so I was shot, it makes sense why there was blood on the back bandages too, bullet must of went straight through. The nurse then spoke to the man in a sweet very lighthearted tone, "Yes sir he will be fine, I can assure you during the beginning of trying to treat him we didn't think he would make it, in fact his heart even gave out at one point, we were going to jot him down dead but then he pushed himself up and starting breathing again, and when he did I guess he didn't realize how much pain he would be in and in turn screamed, so to calm him down we had to use a sedative."