Oshawott x Snivy

Chapter 17

                    Snivy used aromatherapy. No use. Dewott used water pledge. No use. The Audino from earlier used heal bell, but to no avail. Soon enough, every pokemon in the church area where gathered around him, using every healing move they knew. None of them worked. That's when Audino picked up the unconscious otter and put him into an ambulance. She made a hand motion for Dewott and Snivy to get in. It was going so slow, yet so fast. Finally, the doors to the ambulance shut and they were on their way. Something felt strange to Snivy, which was a sort of burning sensation at the back of her throat, she didn't know what it was until she felt a big, fat tear rolling down her face. That was strange, impossible, even. Snivy hadn't cried until she was 4, and here she was, crying for an otter that she's only fully even known for about a week.

                                                                              4 hours later

                        Dewott was in the room with Oshawott, and Snivy was in the waiting room, since she couldn't bear to watch him. It turns out that his injuries weren't the result of the fire, it was the result of falling debris. His spine had been cracked, and the doctors didn't know if the poor Oshawott would ever wake up. After all this, there Snivy was, realizing that she had so much fun with him. Playing SSB, walking into his sister at the party, and the "incident" on the train. She sighed. She didn't know him for two weeks, and somehow they already felt like family. Snivy's daydreaming was cut off when the Audino called her in.

                     Snivy smiled as she saw Oshawott was awake! "H-Hey, Sni," Oshawott made a new nickname for her. "O-Oshawott!", Snivy was crying, but this time, it was out of joy. The joy was interrupted by a Flaafy. "Ms. Snivy, may I talk to you in private, please?" Snivy gave Oshawott a quick peck on the cheek, not going to be her real first kiss, but a start, and followed the flaafy out. "Okay, I really don't like being the bad news doc, but I have terrible news," The Flaafy put on a sorrowful look. Snivy was anticipating wat she was going to say. One second felt like a decade. "There's.... a 90% chance he will pass during the procedure, and there's a nine percent chance he'll live, but be paralyzed. I don't like it when the heroes die, but it might be time to start facing the former." Snivy's vision blurred, everything went red, her throat was on fire, her teeth wre grinding, fists clenched, heart pounding, ears ringing, mind fogging up. "It's just not possible," she thought "This isn't happening."