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[miniworth]

[ Forward dated to late morning of MAY 6TH. ]

[ It wasn't that he had thought this would never happen again. But he hadn't been expecting this to happen again to him - to them - once again.

[ But once again sitting in a chair beside the occupied hospital bed, arms wrapped securely around a pair of sniffling electric mice sitting on his lap, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that had lulled him into such a false sense of security. There had been nothing, after all, to have ensured anybody that a person who fell into a coma once wouldn't fall into another one again.

[ He's silent as he sits in his seat, watching over his sleeping friend, but the Plusle clutching the fabric of his jacket utters a few sad sounds to his brother before sniffling again. At least they weren't creating a chaotic din in the hospital anymore, but it had taken nearly an hour to convince Remus that Ken wasn't dead, as well as a long session of calm explanation and consoling to get the pair to stop sobbing loudly.

[ The door to the room is opened just a crack. Though Miles will not be the most welcoming host today (depending on who you are, he might just send you a look across the room and act stiff and bristly), anybody passing by might be able to catch a glimpse of messy brown hair against the white pillow of the bed. 8(

[ Miles Edgeworth is not a happy camper today, Johto, as his best friend has fallen into another coma. He will be sitting in this room solemnly for a good part of however long it takes Ken to wake up (ooc: a week, by the way), going out enough to make sure their Pokémon get their exercise and food, but Goldenrod City will be seeing very little of the two boys for awhile - or maybe longer.

[ But to any visitors at the Pokémon Center, please beware of a certain Cubone by the name of Jason who may or may not throw his bone at you when you enter the room. And don't take it personally. He does this to everyone. ]

[ It's a little later in the day, past noon, when Miles is done sulking and worrying and trying to stay calm, that a text message will reach the gear of one Mitsuru Kirijo. ]

Ken's fallen asleep again.

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[biteisbigger.livejournal.com]

[ please don't throw your bone, Jason, she's just timidly peering into the room. Really, Kisa looks strained enough with Wataru having fallen asleep earlier, but on her way back from walking Ari (who did not allow for sleeping in, anyway)-- she hadn't expected this. ]

K-Ken-kun...

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[miniworth]

[ Jason looks mighty ready to before he recognizes Kisa, and arm he raised to throw the bone comes down slowly and he scrambles to Miles who raises his head upon noticing Kisa's presence. And when he sees her... he's not exactly in the mood to have people around. Not at all, not when he's more than aware of just what kind of future awaits Ken in Iwatodai; not when he still remembers how Ken reacted to his last visit home.

[ His expression is just as strained as hers, but he takes a moment to compose himself before getting to his feet. The mice go down on the chair before he walks over to Kisa. ]

... Good morning.

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[biteisbigger.livejournal.com]

[ for someone who's usually quick to trot over when she spots a friend, Kisa seems awfully reticent now. Mainly because his initial expression is one she's seen before, on other people-- the one that's always made her feel as though her very presence is an inconvenience. Mogeta remains a comforting weight on her shoulder, though, and she finally releases her tight grip on the doorframe. ]

Um... how long...? [ she'd been worrying so much over Wataru suddenly passing out, she'd lost track of time. ]

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[miniworth]

[ He doesn't answer immediately, instead opening the door wider in an invitation. ] It's been a couple hours.

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[biteisbigger.livejournal.com]

[ stepping in hesitantly, then. ] I-is he hurt?

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[bufudyned.livejournal.com]

He-- so he's gone home again.

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[miniworth]

He has...

I'll take care of him and his Pokémon.

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[bufudyned.livejournal.com]

... thank you, Miles. I'd assist you if I were in Goldenrod.

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[miniworth]

... You're in Olivine?

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[bufudyned.livejournal.com]

That's correct. We currently have no plans to move on anytime soon.

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[GUESS WHO'S BACK IN TOWN? ... Somewhat more tiredly and LESS triumphantly than she wanted to be, but... hey. It's good to be back.]

[And after her Pokemon have... not seen even a glimpse of a Center in a good couple weeks or so, before anything else, Heather's bringing them in for some TLC.]

[... Buuut there's another reason, too.]

[There'll be a knock at the door to Ken's room, along with a familiar voice.]</sub>

Knock knock.

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[miniworth]

[ It's a voice Miles hadn't been expecting to hear for another while, considering the past weeks and their events, but his head snaps up at it and the knocking, and he sets Rem and Rom down on the chair before he makes his way to the door, pulling it open.

[ And sure enough, it's his favorite (not that he'll admit it to you without prompting) blond teenager standing before him. The smile doesn't quite seem to make it, but he does look a little cheered up at her presence. ]

Good morning, Heather.

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[foolishwren]

Heeeey, Miles.

_{[Heather looks ... exhausted, and still not COMPLETELY clean from the road (although she at least gave her face a bit of scrub) but she's smiling, in any case.]}

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[miniworth]

[ He twitches his face in another attempt at a grin, but it's hard to do that when your friend has gone back to live out his future and you both knew how messed up that future is going to be. He steps aside, though, to invite Heather in. ]

Do you want to sit down?

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[foolishwren]

Sure.

<sub>[She eases her way in through the door-- her Pokemon are being healed and she's already dropped off her pack at the hotel.]

[Of course, needless to say, Ken's the first thing she notices...]</sub>

... Again?

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[fullmoonstory.livejournal.com]

[Estelle has found the wrong room.

When she opens the door and gets a bone in the face, she falls right over backwards]

Oh-!

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[miniworth]

[ His head snaps up when he hears her fall, not having noticed her until then ]

-- Are you alright??

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[fullmoonstory.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm fine. [she gets up, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead] I must have opened the wrong door.

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[miniworth]

I'm sorry about.. that. [ The Cubone has scurried behind his trainer's legs and is peering up at Estelle. ]

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[fullmoonstory.livejournal.com]

It's fine. No harm done. [smile] I'm sorry for walking in on you like that.

[Action] I am late ;__;

[dragonspeak]

[Merlin frowns as he approaches the room; he'd been hearing both patients and volunteers at the Center getting attacked by one of the trainer's pokemon....Well, that simply wouldn't do.

He pushes the door open, and stops mid-step. Imagine his surprise when he sees Miles sitting in the room he's just entered.]

...Miles?

[Action] no you're okay ;-;

[miniworth]

[ Miles had been quietly staring at the boy on the bed, but his head snaps up at this familiar voice, not having expected him of all people to come here. ]

Merlin..!

;A; <3

[dragonspeak]

[He steps into the room and closes the door behind him, glancing at the clock in the room. The Centre wasn't all that busy at the moment; he didn't think Nurse Joy would mind him taking his break ten minutes early]

I didn't know you were in here. [Then, he spots the Cubone, standing there with his bone poised to attack] What's going on?

/holds ;~;

[miniworth]

Jason, come. [ The Cubone lowers his weapon slowly, backs up, and scampers back to his trainer with a wary look at this man he's never met before. When he's settled on Miles' lap with the mice, Miles look up at Merlin. ]

I'm not a patient. [ So he gestures to the sleeping Ken. ]

[dragonspeak]

Then what-- [Merlin breathes in sharply when he catches sight of the familiar figure.] Ken? I... [Worry makes his forehead crease.] I didn't hear anything about an injury.