Midnight closed her eyes, and mentally 'saw' each pokemon's condition. No pokemon who was not dying was put in here, but some might still be healable. While she couldn't do anything about age, maybe-
No. They had all been sick too long. Few could even still breathe under their own power. Plenty of them no longer had beating hearts. If they could, then they would have been in intensive care, not here.
Only Moon could even be healed, and even then, Midnight wasn't sure it would work.
Midnight gathered her power around her, then released it. One by one, the machines crackled, sparked, and died. And one by one, the minds in the room disappeared.
(Good luck) whispered Midnight, and then only Moon was left.
Walking over to the comatose umbreon, Midnight surveyed the damage. It was far, far worse then Tsunami, and if she succeeded, and Moon lived, she herself might be too tired to escape before dawn.
Still, for a friend, it was worth it. She had to at least try. Focusing her remaining energy, she began to restore Moon's body.
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Midnight's Story
FanfictionA girl named Midnight goes out to be a trainer. She meets Mewtwo who she tries to catch. He doesn't like that so he decides to let her see how pokemon feel about being caught and trained firsthand. Not quite an original trainer story. I wrote this a...
