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So after an uneventful drive to the hospital of course Dad had to leave for work. Unfair of me to expect him to stay with the whole 'working to put bread on the table' thing. I'm well aware that the world doesn't revolve around me. But damn it! The fact still that work can't wait ten freaking minutes still pisses me off. Logic tells me that I'm mad at the situation and not at Dad. But my inner bitch blames Dad anyway just because it's easier and less self destructive then blaming the actual cause: me.

I wish my subconscious would trick my brain and emotions the way that is stated above. Sadly I'm not a dumb bimbos that lacks a moral compass. I aware how hard my Dad works in a job that he despises just because he needs the payroll to make ends meet. This is why the knife called guilt stabbed me mercilessly as I watched Dad's vehicle vroom off into the distance in the safety of the hospital window. The guilt I'm feeling is stupid, I'm aware of that too but I can't my moral compass only works on overdrive 99.8% of the time.

Which sucks for me because I can find a lot to be guilty about. Using an old example: my parents financial crisis for example. I'm aware that my parents need multiple jobs just so I can receive the help that I need while barely affording the basic necessities that every family needs. They try to hide it by spoiling the kids (me, Herbie, and Amber) rotten with spontaneous gifts . The kids are not fooled though; which is why we have this unwritten agreement to return the gifts no matter how great when the 'rents are not looking...until we got caught in the act of course. Now we can only do this when my parents forget to destroy the receipts. Now all we can do is hide any and all interest in anything we see in the mall in the occasional needed family shopping trips, which isn't as hard as it sounds.

Anyway the whole reason I explained the whole moral compass thing is to give a premature explanation on my next series of actions.

So there I was: just sitting around my room bored out of my skull with the internet who spontaneously decided to take a quick siesta right when I needed it the most. My other hobbies are ones that completely suck getting interrupted AND I was currently taking my meds whose side effects that were rather invigorating physically but destroyed all mental capacity. This meant that the divine and unforgiving internet was literally my only outlet.

Anyway I was kinda zoning out. In the middle of a rather heated mental debate with myself of whether or not it would be worth sneaking into one of the twins game bags to fetch a game without asking; which would piss them off if they somehow found out (because I'm SUPER bad about deleting save files). OR waking the twins up from there naps to ask them if they wanted a punching bag in Smash 4 for a round or two before I rage quit and watch the masters at work/ attempt a different game of our choice. Either option I would had the possibility of provoking the wraith of sleepy grumpy electric rodents. I don't remember exactly what I decided to do since when I finally finished hobbling over to the table that contained both the bag containing both the objects that I desired and the twins balls: something out of the window in my destination's sightline caught my eye.

What I saw instantly made me want to vomit.

To make sure I wasn't seeing things: I did the obvious action of moving closer to the window. "Hey that Zigzaggoon cub is getting bullied by that flock of Spearow again..." Same spot as always: the first tree closest to the hospital's back entrance in the large garden close by.

The director of the hospital thought a large garden of beautiful flowers would bring color to the dull almost dreary hospital while improving the mood and condition of the patients that had to live here. Received mixed results; the positives must have been enough to outweigh the allergy complaints since it's still being maintained almost obsessively.

The garden is one of my favorite places to play my guitar and violin: especially in creative slumps. So I see the friendly almost attention starved wild pup often; even played with him a few times until I grow too tired. The reason why the cub is attention starved is visually obvious because he was born with a certain rare birth defect: the claws on his left paw are almost fused together. You can barely see the lines in between the individual toes, just there is no spacing. Best comparison to describe the oddity is that the paw is like the foot of a Barbie doll.

The people of the hospital have dubbed the coon Lucky.

What kind of name were you expecting coming from a hospital full of kids? I was just lucky to stop them from naming him Ziggy or Zigzag or the most dreadful options of the whole list: Muffin and Limpy.

The nurse staying with me took a moment to sigh before she replying "This is the 16th time we both saw this happen. You know as well as I do that the little pup will be saved by its mother any second now."

Speaking of the mother I saw her sprinting out of the small forest towards the flock "You're right; there sh-"seeing something odd forced me to stop mid sentence: The mother of the cub had frozen mid-step about 1/3 of the way to her cub , shook her head as she began turning around, and began walking back into the forest while completely ignoring the pup's cries for help without so much as a glance back. I was gob-smacked frozen with disbelief!

I opened the window and began spewing various of insults and profanities after the bitch of a mother. Surprisingly instead of telling me off for the use of crude language like she normally would; the old lady nurse joined me in my cause of screaming out the window to try to convince the cunt to save her cub.

Congratulations Mabel Jericho you are now a human being to me instead of being part of the usual collective hive mind of all the other doctors and nurses that work at this hospital!

However when we saw that our words weren't doing a bit of good; Mabel slumped in a nearby chair in defeat "I have half a mind to throw out ol' Gunther and teach those birds AND the cub's mother a lesson they will never forget."

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU!?" My panic and fury making every word coming out of my mouth a full volume shout.

"Calm down. I'm not that old enough yet that I can't hear if you talk normally." I think this statement was a poor attempt at humor since after a short somewhat awkward sigh she expelled a disappointed sounded sigh before saying "For one it's a pointless endeavor"

Mabel was so close to being ushered back into the uncaring hive mind category. "HOW-" I stopped mid-sentence to clear my throat at the stern glare I was receiving before trying again "How is saving someone pointless?"

I got a glimpse of a sad expression on Mabel's face before she walked away from me and the window to do her nurse thing for my temporary roommate whose name and purpose for being there escape me. Somehow the little angel was sleeping through all the commotion. Meanwhile while the bitch of a nurse's back was turned: I was hobbling ever so silently towards an item folded against the wall "Because even if we somehow save the cub: A real mother in the wild doesn't want to keep a disobedient and suicidal cub like that one around or her and the whole rest of the litter will be threatened. If the pup doesn't die to the birds: the mother will kill him herself. Abandonment in the wild is a death sentence, it's as simple as that.

"That's insane! So your saying it's fine to leave a stubborn baby to die if it will protect the majority?" As I listened to both Mabel and the pup's yips, yelps, and howls of pain and pleas for help I had to grip the window pane to stop myself from- doing what exactly?

Another tired sigh came from the old windbag before she responded to my accusation without turning her back thanks to my good fortune."No I'm not saying that. I'm simply telling you the rules of the wild so you can understand why the mother has to do what she is doing. Push it out of your mind child. There is nothing you can do for it."

"It's a him not an it and that's bullshit" With that I finished swinging my legs over into the wheel chair and kicked it into overdrive as I steered myself into the thankfully not crowded hallway.

"Hey!" Came a shout from the room I just exited not a second earlier_._ Footsteps thundered behind me as the little old windbag chased after me as she called out to anyone within earshot "STOP HER!"

I was kinda hoping for more of a head start.

A few brave doctors and nurses stood in front of me of the elevators in _"_Move it or lose it bitches!" I shouted and a path was opened rather quickly.

Too quickly.

Despite being in the process of fighting medically induced mental handicap, the shock of adrenaline allowed my brain to make a sudden necessary mental connection. _Waaaait a small ass elevator with slowly closing doors AND a easily block-able entrance and exit point? Fuck it's a baited trap!_Thinking quickly I decided it was time to pull off a GTA taught maneuver: time to bail!

Don't-wipe-out!-Don'-wipe-out-Don't wipe out!

Surprisingly the chair gave me a window of opportunity since slammed into one of the nurses with the momentum I had built up going down that long stretch of hallway. Both of the male nurses that stood on both sides of the (admittedly very pretty) female nurse of course forgot all about me instantly in the middle of the process to attend to the damsel in distress; it helped that word on the street was both males were trying to court with that same chick. Course like some romantic novel everyone and their mother knew about the love triangle but the three involved. Gotta love the effect that a powerful ass has on a man. Besides I was completely helpless without my chair right?

Lucky for me I can walk completely fine under my own power and my opponents seem to forget that sometimes. I only need to use the chair when I don't want to feel a piecing pain jabbing into my lower body with every step I take (damaged muscles fibers are a bitch like that)...and to avoid the whole mimicking a tree that was recently cut down when I black out after overexerting myself. I shouldn't do the latter though thanks to my meds and adrenaline were shooting like ice water through my veins. I would need my inhaler after everything was said and done though.

Sadly I was still in my right mind enough to feel bad for what happened to the nurse but all I could offer was a quick "Sorry!" before I pushed the door open that led into the staircase to the other floors of the hospital.

Now if only there wasn't a wall of people choosing to come up the stairs of the ground floor at that precise moment. I really didn't have time for this!

With no other choice; I ran up the flight of steps onto the first floor and then ducked into the first patients room that I saw to both hide and catch my breath. My heart stopped mid-beat when I heard:

"Jayne...what in the hell are you doing?"

My heart resumed when I realized it was just one of best-ies now currently staring at me like I was an escaped mental patent ...with the plan slowly making itself known when I looked towards the window I might as well have been that comparison.

"I'll *pant* explain later. *pant* Just wish me luck ok?"

"Ooook? Good luck I- WTF are you doing you idiot?!" By the time she was out of her bed though I already had opened the second story window and leapt out of it. Yup I'm officially psychotic.

The knowledge that I acquired in survival gym classes in middle school came flooding back to me in the first second of the fall (probably thanks to necessity and adrenaline). Heck most of it was instinctual.

Feet first: Check. The ground was rushing up to greet me faster than expected with was worrying as much it was terrifying.

Bend knees before impact: Check. I must have landed on something wrong though because I felt a what felt like a knife slicing into the ankle of my foot when I hit the ground. That and my mass probably didn't help with my fall at all.

Extend your knees after you hit the ground. This will lessen the shock and sustain less injury: _ Failed._ Now you tell me... Screw you brain!

At least I done a very clumsy attempt at the roll thing which felt kinda pointless since it was a half a second too late. All the roll seemed to do for me was give me a mouthful of dirt. Then again I didn't feel like I had any broken bones (trust me I know what that feels like) so it must have helped a little. I think I may have twisted my ankle a little when I landed on it wrong though; but the pain was minuscule enough to ignore (I had tiny cramps worse than this) so I limped towards the reason I had jumped out of a two story window like a suicidal idiot in the first place: Save Lucky from being pecked to death by a bunch of dumb birds.

Without a weapon I realized quite suddenly Damn it I should have grabbed Herbie and Amber before I left! No matter...too late to back off now so I'm just gonna have to make due.

I immediately seized the stick lying next to me. The stick was almost spear like in length and felt quite durable. I was actually feeling pretty confident that I would be able to solve this incident unscathed. Reason for my sudden burst of confidence? Even though my opponents were Pokémon: they were in reality still just a bunch of dumb cowardly birds. Ignoring the old lady's shouts of horror and panic before hearing a muffled curses and cries for assistance from the other doctors and nurses: I charged forward.

The garden was strangely empty during this time despite it being busy most of the time. A fact that I blame on the ugly grey clouds bloating out the sun.

Which left me to face the birds alone with only a stick for protection...

With a bum ankle...

God I'm such a reckless idiot!

Still the fact I didn't hear the cub's cries anymore scared me so bad that I shoved all this in the back of my mind as I started swinging my big long stick at the damn birds while screaming like a banshee.

Must have looked like some scary mad women now that I think about it afterward...cool!

"This coon isn't on the fucking menu assholes!"That was the witty one liner I came up with while my stick struck true. A couple of meaty thumps later and I had some unconscious bird-brains at my feet.

The other three launched themselves at me, aiming rake their talons to take pieces of me to consume later after they finished pecking both mine and my little buddy's brains out: Thank god I had the element of surprise on my side or their counterattack would have been much worse.

"Owowowowowowowowowow!" I screamed while using the half of my mind left that wasn't consumed in the haze of terror, regret, and adrenaline to slump over the unconscious Zigzaggoon cub protectively as I tried to protect all the vital soft pieces of my face from getting pecked off and eaten by the gluttonous pissed off Spearow.

Then a familiar voice came to my rescue "Gunther Thunderbolt! Try not to hit the girl!"

That was my cue to leave. Hopefully the Spearow enjoy barbeque I thought with a smirk. With almost no time left: I quickly grabbed Lucky and held him protectively to my chest as my leg muscles coiled up for the spring forward. I didn't even get a chance to leap before I heard a unseen voice cry out "RAAAAAAICHUUUUUUUU!" the crackle of electricity was almost deafening even as I leapt away from its targets.

The cries of pain from the birds sure as heck music to my ears though.

When the dark spots left my eyes I almost wept with joy when I saw the unconscious and singed forms of the Spearow that caused so much pain...Ok I admit it: I was bawling like a baby from relief but you would too if you were in my position!

But that relief wasn't meant to last however as a shadow passed over me and I began to hear the flapping of wings...

"Run JJ that Fearow is the leader of the flock and it's pissed! Gunther hit it with another blast of your Thunderbolt!"

Only I couldn't do as instructed because the Fearow had already wrapped a ugly wicked talon around my waist._ "_OH c'mon!" I shouted as the bird suddenly soared straight up as the Thunderbolt attack missed it by mere inches. For that I was glad because thanks to my current position the attack would have traveled into me as well.

I'm STILL impressed that flying chicken managed to easily pick up and carry my fat ass off the ground; let alone take off the ground as though it was launched straight out of a cannon and I weighed no more than a pillow.

I then heard an unknown gruff male voice yell out "What the fuck are you doing! Hit the damn thing before it makes off with her!"

"It's too fast and I can't risk a faster and more powerful attack without killing the girl!" screamed out Mabel as her voiced crackled and broke from stress and panic.

"She's dead anyway if the Fearow drops her from any higher altitude!" That female sounding yell was a bit muffled and miles away, I wonder wh- right then I made the biggest mistake of my life: I looked down...

On the bright side I finally know what the roof of the fifteen story hospital looked like.

It was around this time that I discovered that I was screaming my lungs out without consciously realizing it. Meaning the only thing that I could do with the news of being up so high was to scream louder and harder. Soon after I felt a stirring in my arms before a muffled whimper of terror escaped from the ball of fluff in my arms. Fuck! I thought I had dropped you when I got picked up off the ground! You literally picked the worst time to wake up. The cub's fear seemed to outweigh the logic functioning parts of his brain because Lucky began fighting to escape my grip while the bird circled around the hospital as if showing off its trophy(s) to those with their faces pressed up against the glass of the windows.

"Calm down big guy, we're going to be okay just trust me!" I didn't actually believe those words but I had to do something to calm the cub down before he wiggled out of my grip and fell to his death! The cub immediately stopped it's squirming with one last whimper of protest. I guess Lucky did trust me, which wasn't all that weird given our small bit of history.

What was weird was that right after those comforting words left my lips: a window exploded to my right causing me to whip my head towards that direction fast enough to cause a moment of painful whiplash; an action allowing me to spy a brownish blur zipping toward us. Squinting at the blur I recognized a part of its shape as the cute boy that occasionally visits his sickly Grandpa. Bud I think his name was; the fact that I didn't remember the guy's name at first glimpse was kinda sad give our own bit of history between us. But didn't Bud have a Poliwhirl as a partner? The Pidgeot must be his grandfather's then. I however had more important issues then this silly curiosity.

RIIIIIIIIP TEAR RIIIP

Like the fact that the powerful winds and the bird's talons was ripping my hospital gown to shreds. Not that this mattered very much considering that the gown didn't even cover me that well: everything past my belly button was very much exposed to the world thanks to the wind blowing the material every which direction.

This is So embarrassing! Well on the bright side I was high enough in the air that not even someone with a pair of bionoculers would be able to see any detail of my body; well at least from the ground anyway

Is this a bad time to say that I have a tiny fear of heights?

Bud had to scream at maximum volume in order to be heard over the wind ,the rhythmic clap of bird wings, and the random squawks and chirps my kidnapper was making "HOLD ON I GOT A PLAN! I'LL GET YOU DOWN IN A JIFFY!"

Who in the hell says jiffy anymore?

"LIKE I WAS GOING TO DO ANYTHING ELSE, STUPID!" I probably shouldn't be running my mouth at the boy trying to save my life but damn it I wasn't thinking straight!

The voice that replied was closer this time as the gap between our two rides lessened "IT MIGHT GET A BIT MORE CHILLY IN A SECOND! CURL UP INTO A BALL SO WE WON'T HIT YOU BY ACCIDENT. DON'T WANT YOU TO GET HYPOTHERMIA OR ANYTHING"

Wait, what in the hell did that even mean??

Suddenly a icy blast of whizzed past my cheek as my abductor suddenly climbed straight up to dodge Poliwhirl's Blizzard attack.

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!" I shouted but Bud didn't seem to hear me (or was just choosing to ignore me). So I had no choice but to do what my potential savior instructed. Bud didn't appear to care all that much about my safety considering he kept firing with seemingly wild abandon. Still it kinda hurt that the boy didn't even care about me enough to get me down in one piece. At this rate I would be missing a few toes, arms, or legs.

So thus began the dance that will probably be the subject of many nightmares to come if my brain suddenly decides to allow me to dream.

Ascending and descending almost constantly from a bird's eye view made even the scariest roller coasters look like child's play. Diving so close to the ground that I could kiss it if I wanted to; that is until I blink the next and find myself shooting almost straight up until the clouds stroke my toes like a lover (I can attest that this are not fluffy like cotton candy. More wet and FREEZING cold!) Oh god just thinking back what happened makes my brain feel like it was in some huge washing machine with a tornado function in some sort of wind tunnel from... all that soaring, twirling, gliding, flipping, and flapping as those two birds, Trainer, and Poliwhirl had their dogfight in the sky that would make even the best fighter pilot green with envy. Oh and not a soul seemed to have a cent to pay the trophies crying and screaming in terror any mind whatsoever; just throwing that out there.

At one point there were so many Blizzard blast being fired that I had to close my mouth because I was afraid one would finally clip me, travel down my throat, and freeze my insides solid! A silly fear but you weren't there! Absolutely anything no matter how unlikely could have happened during that fight and I had no way of protecting myself from that anything besides by praying that every single thing would miss me. I hadn't said a prayer since I was a little girl going to church with Mom those very few times during the start of my disease; but I was sure as hell was giving it my all at during this moment! Someone must have heard me since not even a tiny one connected with me after that one grazed my cheek.

The Fearow wasn't so lucky since one blast finally hit it dead center in it's right wing: causing the three of us to hurtle towards the ground.

All this because wanted to play the hero! FUCK MY LIFE! I shouted in my head since my throat didn't appear to want to do anything else besides scream itself hoarse.

"NOW FOR THE FINISH!" At least Bud sounded like he was having the time of life. Having fun while everyone's lives were in danger was an admirable trait.

I meant to say that statement in the most sarcastic way possible...

Damn you flavorless text!

"Jeffy Ice Punch both of the Fearow's ankles before the ice thaws!"

But wouldn't that leave me-? Oh hell NO! Before I could do or say anything to stop them however: the Poliwhirl had already launched itself off the Pidgeot, appearing to be in sync with the psychopathic Trainer that had just ordered it to be a martyr. Apparently the frog either had a death wish, was just really brave, or was just extremely stupid because now what was an obviously male frog was looking pretty damn unperturbed as it fell towards us in almost slow motion: which was the only reason I was able to watch the frog flex the biceps of the deceivingly small arm in preparation for a punch as the fist gave off a light blue glow. I say deceivingly small because though the two quick jabs were way too fast for my eye to follow: I sure as hell felt the skull shattering force behind each blow. Whenever contact was established an explosion of cold air would envelope me for a moment before the frigid air was swept way.

The result of the attack was the iron-like grip the Fearow had on me was reduced to absolutely nothing.

"YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE!" I screamed towards the pilot of the other bird before I began tumbling through the air like a helpless ragdoll. In response to this new stimuli I just closed my eyes tightly shut and began bracing myself for the inevitability of experiencing what a fly felt as it splattered on a windshield. I couldn't scream, that last shout was all the life that my voice box had left in it. I did eep though when something damp wrapped me up in a hug. I'm surprised that I had felt anything at all since my entire body was completely numb from the high altitude wind. I opened my eyes to see that the one hugging me was the Poliwhirl. After giving the frog a odd look for what felt like several minutes (but what was more likely several moments) he smiled and winked at me as it began groping my left boob.

Let me say that again just incase you missed the last line: It fucking winked and smiled at me as it sexually assaulted me while we plummeted towards our deaths! Didn't even stop with one squeeze either! No, the bastard was using it's mitts on me like a young child playing with a squishy beanbag! Am not making this shit up!

Once I had gotten over the shock of the situation: I was about a second away from using the Poliwhirl as a punching bag with everything I had to pass the time before the end of my life on this planet; when suddenly the pervy asshole disappeared in the flash of red light that enveloped him in the next moment. After a moment of confusion I finally stopped falling (kinda) My decent switched from rapid free fall to the slow speed of a child playing on swing set. The sky was still the only thing I could see though. Curious about the reason why I wasn't dead yet: I tilted my head to my left to discover that Bud had somehow managed to catch me bridal style. Bud was now grinning at me with that plump square jaw of his with that same easy friendly grin he always wore. As always Bud's handsome looks were highlighted by his well maintained beard that I swear had never been shaven off since the 2 years that I known him.

Wanna guess what the first word out of his mouth was?

"Sup?" Bud chuckled for a moment at his wit before saying "You are a lot lighter than I expected you be. Either my training must be paying off or you've lost weight." The bird below us replied with a exhausted sounding grunt of effort and a snort, as if saying "Yeah right!" I couldn't blame the old bird considering we were both rather solidly built pair of individuals AND it spent who knows how long keeping up with the Fearow with Bud the Friendly Giant on it's back.

I was a good girl. I waited patiently until the ground welcomed us into its folds again before suddenly launching myself at Bud in a sudden tackle that caught him by surprise and sent us tumbling to the oh so sweet stable ground.

"I'm going to kill you! I swore to God that I would if I escaped that hell!"I screamed out ferosiously...too bad my words came out squeakier then a mouse.

Bud-that bastard- was laughing and not even fighting back my numb, shaking hands clawing at his throat to get a better grip "Why would you thank someone that saved you by killing them? Seems like a unfair exchange to me"

"FUCK YOU! I don't thank assholes that I'm about to murder!" Grip you useless appendages grip!

"You don't have it in you." Bud stated with a cocky smirk.

"Wanna bet?" I challenged with a venomous glare

"You're smiling way too much and your grip is too weak to kill anyone but a dying gold fish" As if to prove his point Bud gripped my tiny in comparison hands into very large and calloused ones. That surprised me considering his hands were almost baby soft before he left for his journey.

"My hands are numb and I'm not smiling!" I quickly yanked mine away as if I had experiencing an electrical shock, then felt my numb face with a palm so fast that it was a audible slap; an action that did reveal to me that I was indeed smiling.

"You weren't in hell either. Under all that fear you were having the time of your life right?" I covered my face in my hands as my usual pale face lit up in an extremely obvious blush of embarrassment at my transparency. Seeing this made Bud chuckle again "Haven't changed a bit I see."

I was about to start slapping him around when a weak whimper brought my attention back to badly injured and shaken form of Lucky: now lying beside the bird's right wing where I assume he fell or (if I allowed myself to think optimistically) the bird was smart enough to set it in that spot before the poor little guy did fall and become hurt even more.

"Crap I forgot about you! Sor-" I wasn't even halfway standing before the adrenaline finally wore off suddenly: transforming my atrophied limbs into lead and the corners of my vision were beginning to darken. I nearly collapsed into the ground face first from the sudden wave of nauseating dizziness if not for Bud catching me before I fell. Tried to move anything because I hate being the damnsel in destress but not a single muscle listened to my commands; not a toe or finger.

It was at this exact moment that I realized I was completely stark naked.

I would have screamed in embarrassment if I had the power to do so. The good news is that my new predicament gave me the motivation needed to stay conscious though sheer willpower. I was not going to black out with everything on display for a teenage boy; especially an ex.

That's right me and Bud dated in the past. That's how I known the asshole before he set off on his journey a few years ago. Was a pleasant parting though since we both agreed that we were better friends. Didn't tell me about what he chose to be his partner though which is odd but then again Bud is very forgetful, especially when excited. Oh and before you get confused: Bud is a happily open bi guy.

"What's wrong?" Panic and worry was causing Bud's deep rumble-ly voice to crack as if seeing me like this and being unable to do anything about it upset him enough to the point of tears. Didn't suit him at all and I never wanted to hear him to do that ever again.

"Don't know...Haven't been breathing very well lately...more than usual... so that is maybe part of the reason?...cold and hungry" I muttered so faintly under my breath that was meanwhile getting harder and harder to take in: I was a bit afraid that nothing was going to be heard.

"Why not? I mean isn't that what hospitals are for? To figure that shit out?!" asked Bud now sounding more and more pissed, frustrated, upset, and panicky.

"Was supposed to have some kind of scanning today before-" I tried playing the hero and rescue a dumb Zigzaggoon picking a fight with a flock of some hungry birds. I meant to say that but now it was taking every ounce of my focus just to breathe

"The heat radiating off of you can rival some fire types! Are you sure it's cold you're feeling?" Bud adjusted his grip so he could both grip me and scratch his scruffy neck in thought. "Then again you might have a fever which would explain the sudden cold chill...Maybe even hypothermia, the exposed skin isn't exactly helping now is it?...I can fix that! Gimme a sec." Despite being a stone's throw away from the busiest highway in the city run amok with vehicular traffic: Bud surprised me by taking off his shirt and pants which only left him in pair of boxer shorts (with cute little doggy faces all over them! Bud was so going to get a ton of teasing from this later if I see him again after this ), the shoes and socks that he was wearing, and a smile. My stupid teenage hormone filled brain somehow mustered up the energy to spawn a really weird thought before I could stop myself from getting an eyeful:

Are all boys hairy like Sasquatch at this age or just certain ones?

Before I could tell Bud that his shirt would have covered all of me since there was that big of a size difference: Bud had already dressed me up faster than a five year old version of me dressing up Princess Taleafa in a new dress. I let the issue go because the sudden warmth was felt way too good to let go of to be polite."There we go. It's not much but all I have on hand for the moment. Body heat should help as well until help arrives" There was that damn easy teasing smile again...probably faked though considering the look in Bud's eyes as his fingers nearly flew on his phone.

A moment of pause happened until he mumbled under hes breath "Maybe we can meet them halfway if I just fly you there"

"No flying!" I said loudly with a jagged wheeze and series of coughs that shook me to my very core. Fear and panic spiked to great heights again at the very mention of the 'f' word. I would have bolted like a frightened deer if not for limbs feeling like they were encased with cement.

"Didn't think you would want to so soon after your first experience." Bud replied with a jolly laugh like I wasn't in the middle of a near panic attack. "Luckily the hospital where we wanna be is just a half a mile from here. I'll stay here with you until- Finally!" Bud walked away from me a few paces so he could talk to the person that he had dialed on his phone.

There are three different hospitals in the town of Nellington. One is the traditional hospital where everyone goes to get treated for sudden life threatening situations. Another one that I make my second home is a place where the more rarer, life threatening, and patients suffering in a greater time frame then a week or two get moved into to live in: to wait for our eventual healing or demise. The latter happens more times than the first so it's mainly just a place to die. A depressing but sadly true fact. The last is strictly a children's hospital with a lot better reputation for...well everything then the one I was currently staying at. Something that I knew for a fact because I lived in that one most of my life until I turned seventeen this year.

"So no flying?" I muttered hope and relief plain as day in my voice.

"Sadly no" was Bud's disappointed sounding affirmative as he set himself down right next to me.

I had to fight so hard just to keep my eyes open at this point "Cold...I hate to ask but-" I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a sudden intense heat searing into my back as Bud wrapped his massive arms around me.

"Then don't ask!" Bud replied, his body shaking from his belly deep rumble of a laugh "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything lass. I'll take care of everything from here, you just rest until those slow ass motherfuckers get there" The bastard called me pretty...Now I knew the lying bastard couldn't be trusted. Especially after what he put me through and his next sentence "You know...You didn't have to pull a stunt like that to get me to cuddle with ya. Hell I would do more than just cuddle if you just asked."

Too bad I had no other choice but to trust him as oblivion wrapped me up in the warmest embrace that no being other then Death could contest with. Which sucks cause I had such a wonderful comeback involving the cute puppy boxers he was wearing!

Stupid fainting spell...