Project: Titans -- A Pokemon Story (OC x Piers)

Chapter 5

I hiked across the never-ending fields of grass, the flat ground making the hike seem even longer. Meowsie was back in my bag, sitting and sighing dramatically while looking out on the scenery. "Not a lot of variety out here in Turffield," she commented drily. "Kinda reminds me of Nanu, in a way."

I laughed at the thought of my father's island Kahuna friend. He was a very lazy man, and tried to get out of work with as many excuses as he could muster, but he was a good man. The way Meowsie and I had met was through him, actually.

Meowsie was living in a gang of Alolan Meowth that lived in the Ula Ula island police station. They were like Nanu's personal gang, albeit very furry and vain ones. She was the only Meowth that didn't attack with the others. She'd been a lover of music, and liked playing on an old Dance Dance Revolution machine in the basement. She was just about to evolve, but she was trying her hardest to stay a Meowth. I gave her an Everstone, and in return, she joined me on my journey to collect Z-Crystals, and stayed with me ever since.

"Yeah, he's pretty monotone," I chuckled. "Remember his trial?"
"When Eevee evolved into Espeon?" she laughed. "The look on his face was priceless when we kicked his stupid, stuck-up Persian's-"
"Hold it," I said, stopping her. 

"What," she whined. "You know I can't stand Persian. They're so-"
"Shhh," I hissed. "I mean it." Cocking my head to the side, I strained to hear what I thought I heard before. Then, it came, a moment later. The bleating of a sheep Pokemon. A Pokemon like Wooloo.

I took off in the direction of the bleating, sprinting until the sound got louder and louder. I was so involved in trying to find the Wooloo, that I didn't even notice the steep drop-off until I almost fell off of it.

I shrieked, desperately trying to regain my balance and stop myself from falling. Espeon burst out of her Pokeball just in time to use Psychic to catch me. "Thanks," I panted, laying back in the grass. "If it weren't for you, I would've tested the laws of gravity the hard way."

Peeking over the side of the cliff, I let out a low whistle at the size of it. It was an almost straight drop from at least fifty feet, with nothing but rolling fields full of Wooloo to stop a fall. At the bottom, fluffy white Pokemon covered every inch of the pasture. Then, amidst the sea of Wooloo...

"The gym leader," I exclaimed, leaning forward. Unfortunately, I was leaning so far forward, I lost my balance and went tumbling over the side of the cliff. Shrieking at the top of my lungs, I was spinning head-over-heels, rushing towards the ground at an alarming speed.

"Essppeeeoooooonnnnn!!!!" I yelled, squeezing my eyes shut and awaiting the inevitable. Then, I felt the gentle wrap of Psychic enveloping me, and slowing my fall just enough to make it survivable. I hit the dirt, bouncing and yelping whenever I hit a loose rock or pebble. Skidding to a stop in front of a few dozen Wooloo, I fell over in disbelief at the fall I had just survived.

Meowsie and Espeon ran over to me a few moments later, and after assuring them I was okay, I rose to my feet, but winced a moment later as I put weight on my right foot. "I guess I didn't get away with no injuries," I growled, trying to take a step but collapsing immediately after. The Wooloo started to bleat, and I struggled to rise at the approaching footsteps.

"Are you alright," a friendly voice asked. Using my arms to flip myself onto my back, I squinted up at the man towering over me. He was surrounded by a halo of light, the glare of the sun blotting out his features. When he leaned over to take a better look at me, his features were revealed. 

He had curly orange hair, and shamrock green eyes. He was built like an Incineroar, with huge muscles and a broad chest. He wore a tight, white shirt and loose shorts with green details and work gloves, topped with a huge, floppy sunhat and a rake in one hand. Milo, the Grass-type gym leader himself, had come to my rescue.

Groaning, I fell back and squeezed my eyes shut. "If you're gonna bother with small talk, you should've brought tea and cookies. My ankle's busted, and I can barely think straight without screaming. Is there a medical center somewhere? Even a Pokemon Center would work right now."

"Well, I don't know about a Pokemon Center," he said, scratching his head with a gloved hand. "But I can take you to the nearest farmhouse. I should be able to help once we get there."
"Fine."

I struggled to rise, wincing whenever my right foot touched the ground. I stumbled, when Milo grabbed my arm and slid it over his shoulder. Helping me to sit on a Wooloo's back, he started jogging towards a windmill and barn, the Wooloo galloping at his side. I gripped the fluffy hair with both hands, struggling to stay on with the Wooloo's bouncy gait. I resisted the urge to scream every time my ankle bounced off of the Wooloo's side, even if it was mostly fluffy fur. Espeon was loping after us, Meowsie clinging to her neck.

We made it to the farm a few minutes later, Milo leading the Wooloo inside to the dining room table. Clearing it off, he started to lift me off the Wooloo, but I shooed him away and hoisted myself onto it myself, biting the inside of my cheek every time my foot hit something.

"So, what now, Doc," I said, trying to distract myself from the pain with sarcasm.
"Well, the first thing you need to do is get off of the ankle. You'll only cause more injury to it if you keep stressing it by walking. Next, we'll need to evaluate if it's only sprained, or if it's fully broken."

He took off my shoe, and I almost puked at the sight of my foot. It had nearly tripled in size, and was turning putrid shades of purple and black. I was starting to feel a little green myself. Milo started to prod at my injured foot, and I almost blacked out when he pushed down on a particularly sensitive spot. "Well, the good news is that it isn't broken," he said, taking off his hat, revealing messy peach locks. "The bad news is that it is sprained. You won't be able to walk for awhile, and you'll need to be careful for awhile. I'll grab a wrap for it. Try not to fall off of any cliffs in the meantime."

"He has a sense of humor," Meowsie noticed once he left the room. "Nice. Maybe he isn't as boring as he first appeared."
"Give it time," I grunted, laying back on the stiff wooden surface. "Men aren't exactly the most interesting species."

I sighed, my adrenaline replacing itself with exhaustion. My eyes felt like they had a Snorlax sitting on them. I allowed myself to shed a few tears in pain, allowing myself to feel the emotion. Then, I shut it away, closing up like a Clamperl. By the time Milo came back, I was so tired I could barely make a snarky comment on him touching my foot to put on the cast.