Midnight's Story

Terminal

Midnight walked back out of the intensive care area unsteadily. Healing Tsunami was even harder then she had guessed. He already well past his normal life span, and the false-zapdos' attack had made it worse. Still, as a strong pokemon, he might be able to avoid taking major damage again, and he could still heal a bit. If she could have convinced him to give up earlier, it would have minimized the problem, but oh well. He was too loyal.

But Moon...Tsunami had explained that Nurse Joy had brought Moon out earlier, to put her in a better area- the section for terminally ill pokemon and old ones who were dying. Tsunami guessed it was because Nurse Joy didn't want the other pokemon upset by seeing one die, but the human had said it was because they had better equipment there.

Midnight's tail lashed. The human was only trying to help Moon. It was true- the machines that kept most of the pokemon in the terminal section alive was better. But Moon couldn't recover from her injuries. Coming to the door, Midnight stared in disbelief at the slot for a key card. Why would this place be harder to get into? No one would try to steal dying pokemon!

Conflicting goals ran through Midnight's head. She had to get to Moon- But she couldn't let them know- but Moon would die!

She couldn't remember why she couldn't let Ash know, so maybe it would be all right just this once. But it was a good reason, she remembered that. But was it good enough to let her friend die?

No matter what the reason was, nothing was worth that!

Still, a nagging doubt bothered her. Yes, Moon would die if she didn't get in, but that would happen anyway, considering what the umbreon was. But no, there was a way to fix that- but would it work once they had matured? And what if she didn't find it out soon enough?

No, she would take the risk.

Midnight backed up, then headbutted the steel door, knocking it aside, and walked in.