The day was warm with a soft cool breeze moving through the trees and grasses, causing a lovely smell to wafer through the air. It was days like these that remind Lovino about his childhood on the research ranch owned by his lecher Grandfather, minus the pervert. Such a lovely day he let out all his Pokémon out to join in on a stroll through the woods, all but Magikarp only because he did want to see the stupid fish flop about but once they get near a pond or something he would at least. Whistling a tune with Steelix following the group in a slower pace, while Growlithe and Luxio ran ahead play fighting, his last two Pokémon sticking by him with Eevee chirping out adorable noises as if singing along to Lovino’s humming. Grotle was just happy to be out of the Pokeball and being in the sunlight, this was normal if Lovino was lonely and the weather was good, he may be lazy and act harsh, but he cares about his friends, plus it must suck being stuck in a Pokeball all the time.

Serene walks were not meant to be this day, for after about an hour some trainer came out from the western side of the woods and challenged Lovino to a two on two Pokémon battle. He sighed in annoyance and had to make his Pokémon return to their Pokeball, just so he could throw two of them out again. Knowing Eevee and Magikarp are the only ones who need the most battle experience since they were the lowest leveled in his team, he threw their Pokeballs out for the battle. His lazy smirk slid from his face when his current rival threw out an Ariados and a Heracross, he had to run into a fricking Bug Pokémon trainer, his Pokémon weren’t that strong against this type yet. It was a short and painful battle to watch, with his team losing horribly. The Bug trainer left laughing at the weak Pokémon, while Lovi fretted over the fact Eevee was badly poisoned and Magikarp wasn’t flopping about. Picking up Eevee in his arms and calling Magikarp back, Lovino ran hoping that the nearby city would have a Pokémon Center. What a time to had run out of potions and antidote, he could kick himself.

It took longer to run while carrying the sick Pokémon, but Lovino would had run for days for Eevee and Magikarp, in fact he could feel the rest of the team’s Pokeballs vibrate as if they were expressing their own worry. Lovino had to pause once in the city to get direction to the center. After getting lost only twice, he burst into the center. “P-please! I n-need help!!” Panting out on strained breathe he struggled on drained legs to the main desk, putting Eevee down gently. “They…they need help…” He pleaded to the person behind the desk, not even paying attention to which Nurse Joy or whoever it was, only if they could help. Lovino then removed all his Pokeballs and placed them next to Eevee on the desk.