“Man, my head hurt, and my body ached.” I thought groggy as I woke up in a dark and hazy room. I had a crazy long dream that I was a pokemon trainer from an eevee breeder family. Eevee evolutions are awesome, so that tracked. In the dream, I had four siblings. They are two sets of identical twins. (Twins ran in the family.) My brothers are the older set, and my sisters are the younger set. (Guess that made me the odd ball.) 

I was given my eevee when I turned five instead of my eighth birthday because my family thought that I was lonely. The eevee was freshly hatched but was much larger than the other eevees, so we couldn’t sell it. People wanted pocket sized eevees for pets or speed builds. Since I was only five and eevee was bigger than normal, she was half my height when she was given to me with a rainbow ribbon tied to her tail. 

I announced to the family that I want to be a trainer when I turn eight. The first night of my pokemon journey, me and my team are attacked by a musharna. My recently captured pidgey and sparrow are killed and the last thing I see before the dream ends, is a bloody eevee standing between me and a musharna that is crazed from all the nightmares. 

“That dream had . . .” What? That didn’t sound like my voice. My throat hurt so, maybe that’s why I sound so weird. . . but my body felt weird. . . smaller? I want to look around, so I sit up, but my head spins and I lean back into the headboard of a hospital bed?? Why am I in a hospital?! 

I notice a blue light out the corner of my right eye just before something furry with a wet nose touches my right hand. Instinctively, my head jerks toward the animal and my world spins. I fall back into the headboard again and wince at the searing pain in my skull. The light turns on suddenly and, in this moment, I want to be dead. My stomach revolts and I lurch to the left to be sick off the bed. Two strong arms keep me from tumbling onto the floor. The world fades to black accompanied by the sounds of people yelling.  

I wake from the same weird pokemon dream. I lay still, staring at the ceiling. The room seems to be lit by the sunlight coming through the windows. I guess it’s daytime now. I guess that I’m still in the hospital, but I don’t have the courage to shift my head and confirm this.  

Fur and a damp nose nudge my right hand again. Why is there an animal in my hospital room? I have a fur allergy. Are they trying to kill me? Oh, well. What’s new? In sixty years, I had only met more and more people that hated or were jealous of me. No, my kids wouldn’t stand for this. . . unless something happened to them. 

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The furry head starts to lick my hand. That feels like a cat tongue. . . a big cat tongue. Did my daughter buy me one of those new hypoallergenic cats? Wait. . . what’s my daughter’s name? Zoey? Chloe? No, those are my sisters’ . . . wait, I only have a brother. “Ugh. My head really hurts,” I say to the ceiling. My voice still sounds weird. 

I feel paws batting at my hand and a head nuzzling my fingertips. Someone wanted pets. I sigh and lift my fingertips weakly, when another sharp pain sends me back into the dark. This is getting old. 

The next time that I wake up, it’s dark again. I had that same dream again. Why do I keep dreaming about Pokemon? My head isn’t hurting so, that’s nice. I search a little with my right hand. I can actually lift it now, sweet! 

A blue light shines brightly to my right. I feel fur under my fingers. The cat starts purring very low. I can’t hear it but I can certainly feel it. 

A door to my left swings open so I use my arm to cover my eyes. The furry creature retreats as I hear a voice. “Oh, Miss. Oline, you're awake. Dr. Aphasia said to expect you to be up soon. That man is amazing.” “Oh. . .leen?,” I repeated questioningly, or I hope it sounds like a question. My voice still sounded weird. “Oh, sorry. I’m from Kanto, an old habit. Would you prefer that I call you Flame instead?” Huh? Flame Ohleen? My confusion must’ve shown because she continued, “Oh, perhaps you go by your middle name. What’s your middle name sweety?” Is she for year? Wait. . . Flame Oline . . . “Gas. . . oline?” I stutter as I realize the nurse is teasing me. “Oh, Gast. Do you have a beloved gastly in your family? That’s adorable!” Huh? “Let’s sit you up and get you ready. The Journey Administration has been waiting for you to wake up. I need to call them immediately so they can ask you a few questions. 

The nurse presses a button, and my bed starts raising me into a sitting position. I look to my right to see what sort of cat is in my room. I pale. The nurse notices. “So, that umbreon is a surprise to you too? She responds to Blink, but Blink’s poke ball couldn’t be found. This umbreon has refused to leave your room for long since she woke up. Your family said that there’s no way that your eevee evolved into an umbreon. You and your team were attacked by a wild musharna. She watched the rest of your team die so of course she evolved into an umbreon.” The nurse says coldly as she looks down at the umbreon. 

“That was real. . .?” I whisper the question. No way!?! But Pokemon aren’t really real. But that’s an umbreon in front of me?! Have I been isekai’d into the world of Pokemon or I guess one similar. There seems to be a sort of stigma around my umbreon.