“Lalalala~ lalila~lada~ ♪“

crash and other chaotic sounds

“Laaaaaa~ Lila~da~ ♪“

bam “Yep, now I am free.”

”Laaaaaa~ liiiii~ke couldn’t you have just followed the doctors instructions!”

”Oh, Sabby! Nice to see you!”

”Nice to see you, my ass! Has oversized thunder-rooster also fried your brain?

”Oh, vulgar language. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

”Youuu…”

”Sabrina. You don’t need to do it. She got a minor concussion. Nothing serious, but she is a bit confused for now.”

”Why was she unsupervised then? I know I purposely ignored her creating a chaos since I don’t want to get involved with whatever she does, but still!”

”First, tea? It seems to help you calm down.”

”Yes, please.”

”There, the coffee machine can also make hot water, and there are some tea bags.”

”Thank you.”

”Nessy also wants tea! No Coffee!”

”… Okay.”

Sabrina makes some black tea. It’s a stupid hope, but hopefully she will lose interest in it.

She also brews chamomile tea for herself and Jerome after consultation.

”Still, being that confused, will it have aftereffects?”

”Not its proper treatment, it seems.”

Fantasy World, huh. I bet in my old world, such treatments are considered impossible.

Or maybe they are lax in their evaluation, like some little worse balance and little lesser IQ isn’t a big problem?

I sure hope it isn’t the latter.

”How are you doing?”

Sabrina took hold of Vanessa and called Nurses and Exeggcute out.

Later, she used hypnosis to put her dear cousin to sleep, and the nurses prepared equipment for such troublesome patients.

Naturally, the equipment doesn’t bind Vanessa down but rather reduces risk for her in her confused state.

”Okay, but why didn’t she get it when she was already diagnosed to be confused?”

”She actually did, but threw it out of the window when making the ruckus.”

”Oh.”

She tiptoes to look out of the window and sees the colorful tools for self-preservation.

Which brings another question up. Why didn’t he call the nurses?

But it dawns on her soon enough.

”Were you also diagnosed as slightly confused?”

”Yes.”

”Ahh, I believe we should talk when you all are fine.

But I at least want to know how your Pokémon are doing.”

”Haunter is unaffected by his loss. He wasn't really invested in it.

Zubat is mostly fine, just worried.

Cubone is also fine, but somewhere separate to get treatment and rehabilitation, I believe.

Having lightning run through your body seems to need a bit more than Heal Pulse and Cure.”

”You say it as if it would fix everything.”

”Well, it can fix most things. It’s just not always recommended.

Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

Also, Pokémon Centre rarely uses it when there is no need for it.”

”Yeah, I can see it. A Pokémon can only use a move that often.”

”Sabby! Is there a way to prevent healing?”

”? Where did that come from?”

”Soo, there was that really, really annoying guy! No matter what I did, he always healed his Pokémon.

And I could do nothing against it!”

”Who is that Guy?”

”I dreamed about him.”

”Ah. For your question, there is a psychic move called Heal Block.”

”Yesssshhhhh, now I am going to beat your ass! Zzzz.”

”… have a good recovery.”

“Bye.”

She makes her way to a shop in the Pokémon Centre.

It also offers potions for healing or status ailment removal, move training sessions, and bonding times offered for Pokémon, etc.

But what Sabrina searches for is something she saw before.

”Healing Ribbon. That should help at least a bit. I believe.”

Having taken three, all in plastic packaging like miscellaneous items, she goes to the counter that also accepts the money to buy the stuff.

The attending staff seems a bit surprised.

”Excuse me, aren’t you the Unovian girl?”

”Yes, I am. Why?”

”Nothing. Just surprised that a big city girl is superstitious.”

”Aha.”

Having bought what she wanted, she entered the room in which Vanessa and Jerome recover again.

Both are asleep now, so with the permission and help of the attention nurse, she puts the ribbon on both of them.

Jerome has his on his arm, like a wristband.

Vanessa, who turns around a good bit and moves her arms pretty freely, has hers on her leg.

Hmm, it’s silky to touch, not some run-of-the-mill ribbon fabric.

Actually quite nice. Maybe there are other products with that fabric?

It’s comfortable. And I wonder if it really helps. In that case, do they also get faster and hungrier?

”Haaaaa, are you that city brat who casually intruded in our town?”

”…”

”Oh, boo-boo, scared?”

”Excuse me, it seems some babies escaped from the nursery.”

”Ehhh, where! We can’t allow the babies to get hurt!”

”Ah, sorry. I was trying to mock the morons there. I am really sorry if I scared you.”

”Ah, no. I overreacted. If I just thought about it a bit, I would have realized what you meant.”

”Oy, don’t ignore us!”

”I think I will do that.”

”Heeeeeeee?!”

”…”

”Oh, acting all tough. But you’re just frail little girl.”

”…”

”Let’s show her what we can do, brothers!” “Yeah!” “We will make her cry!”

”””We challenge you to battle!”””

”…”

”Ehm, could you please quiet down? Other people are bothered.”

”Sorry.””I don’t mean to...” ”Yeah, sorry."

”By the way, the price tags are visible.”

Yes, the ones who tried to intimidate me aren't some delinquent-looking people but three boys with wigs.

The middle one has a Mohican, the other bangs covering his eyes, and the last, seemingly dyed rock-star hair going over the shoulder.

Or in his case, over his navel even.

Because they all are no more than nine years old.

In fact, they were warmly watched at by everyone else.

And they also weren’t bothered by the mocking comment much.

Probably because they really aren’t bad people, but because someone told them to do this.

Someone who is patient enough to write and give them a script should dictate what they should say.

Which even has different dialogues based on my reaction, based on how they panicky paged through the script after me ignoring them.

The Mohican one has great potential as a voice actor at least, maybe even an actor.

“Ahh, I am sorry!”

”No, you don’t need to be sorry to me. But it’s impressive how prepared you are.”

”Really?” ”Thank you!” ”Burly Guy gave us the wigs.”

”Ahh.” “You traitor!”

”Did he also prepare the script?”

”Yep.” “Oh, come on.” “We could have shown our cool side.”

”I see. Here, when you want, you can have them.

And you, the middle one, great acting there!”

”Eh? I mean, Humph, of course.”

”And me?” “Did I also do something good?”

”Well, you… could be a great partner for a comedian. And you were very responsive. It might be good for clerical work where you interact with people, but choose wisely where you want to get employed. Maybe even a guide. Being charismatic is better as a guide than as a formal clerk.”

”Yay!” “Comedy?”

Having dealt with the three little kids and even giving them a snack, her own product, she makes her way to the burly man leaning against the wall.

He is nervously sweating about sitting still, trying to play it cool.

With visible regret and ‘hindsight is 20/20’ written on his face as Sabrina gets closer.

”Excuse me, ma’am, but we don’t know each other.”

”Oh, how polite. I just want to talk a bit with you. How about a cup and snack at a café?"

Before he can turn to the exit, Sabrina has already shifted her position to stand in the way.

Feeling pressured, he gives off a groan, which is taken as a yes, and he gets pushed into a tiny café.

Even though he wears sunglasses, it’s visible how many regrets he has right now.

”Ehm, I am sorry, but I believe you have mistaken me for someone else.”

”Oh, what a pity, even though I already gave the waitress the money and tip for our orders.”

Another regret was added. Why did he have to order coffee before coming up with an excuse?

”Soo, I see you like plays, from how you prepared the little kids?”

”…Ah, yes, yes, I am a great fan of theatre plays. I have great ambitions of someday being known as the greater director!”

”Oh wow, how about an impromptu play right now with me? I am someone working independently for the right cause, and you are a Team Rocket member who has some misdeeds done that are known to me.”

She spoke loud enough that other customers picked her words up.

Sabrina shifts her posture to someone interrogating someone, covering up for the man's new expression.

One which clearly states one thing. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.