FSE

Furry search engine

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"Hello?" Pikachu said, a bit surprised that there was a personal call to him

"Pikachu?" the voice responded, as she carefully thought what words to choose, to avoid getting Pikachu stressed. "I'm Celeste, the coordinator.

I wanted to talk about Eevee. Yesterday, I received a phone call from Mrs. Millers, saying that she received a call from the hospital. They said

that an Eevee from here was sent there, and asked me if I know what happened to him."

Pikachu thought about it a little, but didn't remember nothing. "Hello?, are you there, Pikachu?" Celeste asked again, a little stressed.

"Yeah? Yes, i don't remember an Eevee at all". "When did he go to the hospital?" asked.

"It seems that he came from the city's outskits, at night".

Then, Pikachu suddenly became paralyzed, as a cold chill ran down his spine, and his face turned pale and frightened as the fateful night's

events returned to his mind. He then jumped up from the chair and started to frenetically ask questions "How's going? Is he alright? How much

time has been since he was sent to the hospital? Who called? Will you send someone there? Did he get healed? Is there..."

"Relax Pikachu, Eevee's fine. He was sent to the hospital in shock, but after his symptoms had subsided, the doctors told us that he will be

returning home today. I had though of you going to the hospital to return him to his place, but I need to be sure it's okay with you."

Pikachu answered: "Yes, yes!, no problem", Pikachu said.

"Ok, don't be too late. See you on monday!" Celeste said.

"See ya" Pikachu said before hanging up. He had to go to the hospital, and he had to do it as soon as possible.

When he finally felt the reality that Eevee had been in the hospital and that he will be coming back home, he immediately darted from his room,

to the hospital. But as soon as he was running out the "complex", he bumped into Sceptile and Espeon, who were now talking about him, about how

much he had to go through these days.

"What's with Pikachu?" Sceptile asked, as he saw the Pikachu running on a rampage through the hallway.

"Hey Pikachu" Sceptile said, as Pikachu waved back at him.

"What's with you? " said Sceptile

"I remember all about that night!!" said Pikachu.

"Sceptile! What's up with you?!" Espeon scolded him , as he seemed to interrupt Pikachu.

"I know nothing about that night! I don't know what happened!" Said Sceptile, wanting Pikachu to tell them everything.

"There's nothing to tell, nothing" said Espeon, giving Pikachu a "Don't care what he says" look.

"Well, It was definitely a night. I couldn't believe how fast ran that little guy!" Pikachu shouted, while pumping his fists in the air.

Espeon and Sceptile looked at each other, as they didn't thought that Pikachu was telling the full story.

"There's a simple explanation for everything. He was too excited that day, that it caused him to panic... That's all" Pikachu replied nervously.

"I must go, bye!", before running off to the city, earning a new dumbfounded look from his two peers.

After a short while, he finally reached the bus station. He disliked having to go by bus, as he always ended messing it up with the lines and directions.

But he hadn't had another way to get to the little Eevee, as he didn't really knew where the hospital was, because only pokémon who needed other

treatments were derived to that place. Once that he finally discerned what bus he should take, and having a bit of a hard time paying the ticket

as the coins were a bit big for his paws, he sat down and tried to relax as he was on his way to the hospital.

Finally, he reached the hospital, having to wait a short while, due to the crowds and no staff being available. Finally, after what seemed like

a few hours of waiting, he was finally able to find someone who tell him where his little Eevee had been sent. That nurse turned to be who was

looking after him. As soon as he presented himself as the one that Mrs. Millers sent there, she went to a table, and motioned him to sit.

Pikachu really had a good set of questions for her, so, as the nurse stopped talking, he would ask her everything.

"Well Pikachu, I'm glad that you came here to visit Eevee. He's doing really well, he's at my diagnostic office right now. And in just a few

minutes, his caretaker will bring him to the main hall to see you. Is there anything else you'd like to know? " Asked the Nurse.

"Well, to begin with, could you please let me know how he got hurt?"

"Well, it was just one of those 'miracles'. We give credit that his caretaker was the one who actually saved him, as she pulled him out of the

way of a car that would have hit him, risking her own life. But if she hadn't taken action, he should have been hit by the car, and the results

would have been much, much worse."

"I see..." Pikachu answered.

"On a personal note, I've also observed that he doesn't remember anything about what happened." The nurse added. "He was unconscious for a

while, and hasn't been eating or drinking much, probably because he just woke up yesterday night."

"But why has Eevee ended in the hospital? Is he injured?"

"Well, he was unconscious when he arrived here, but only sustained very superficial bruises, caused by the rough landing, but he's doing very

well. The scratches on his paws and limbs will dissapear in very few days"

"Good. Well, I'll be leaving now, after picking him up. Thank you for your time." Pikachu thanked the nurse.

"Pikachu, I'm sorry about what happened, but remember that Eevee has a better chance of getting healed properly if you check on him, so,

surveillance is never an unnecessary plus. If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask." As the nurse walked away,

Pikachu took a relaxed sigh, as he waited for the Eevee to go to the main hall to bring him back home.

Minutes passed by, only for him to stare back at the still slightly crowded hall, as he waited for Eevee to arrive. But with each minute,

Pikachu could feel his heart become heavier, until he finally decided to go for a short walk around the hall, to see if he could spot him.

"Hey, Eevee! Come here!" He shouted, hoping to catch him on his way. "Eevee!" He called out again, but his efforts were in vain, as he coudn't

spot any trace of him, so he sat alone, on a small chair at the edge of said hall.

Pikachu decided that he had to end this part of the mission no matter what, so, if the nurse told him that Eevee would be brought to the hall,

he would wait there, until it was time to him to appear.

A little while later, as Pikachu was starting to lose the hope to see him safe and sound, the Eevee came, and started walking towards the hall.

He couldn't feel a better sensation run through his mind. This was what he was waiting for, as he could match the Eevee's scent, even though

they were a couple hundred feet apart. As soon as he came to an stop, Pikachu could clearly see him safe and sound, as he sat down on a chair,

and seemed to wait for someone.

"Eevee!" He cried, the sound of his voice so weak to be perceptible . "Are you all right?"

The Eevee, as it was supposed, didn't even hear him. Pikachu could have walked to him, but, after remembering his bad reaction when he first met

him, he decided to wait for his caretaker to re-introduce Eevee to him in more friendly terms. But as the seconds passed, he couldn't spot any

caretaker.

"What's going on?" Pikachu tried to keep calm, although he wasn't so sure if he was doing the right thing.

"Hey, Eevee!" Eevee wasn't responding, and Pikachu, after several tries, decided to slowly walk to him.

However, of the possible events that could take place in the mere twenty seconds that separated him from Eevee, the one that was about to happen

was definitely going to be the one he least expected.

As soon as Pikachu stood up from the chair, his body became still, his breath turned shallow, his skin went pale and colorless, and his eyes

went wide open, as he nearly lost his balance. The caretaker walked into the hall, and toward the little Eevee. But that was definitely the

least important detail. The explanation of such a strong shock resided more in 'who' resulted to be Eevee's caretaker. He couldn't believe it.

He couldn't. From all the possible pokemon who could have saved the poor Eevee, it turned out to be a Raichu.

"No! It can't be!" Pikachu thought. Shivers kept running through his body as he realized Eevee was talking with a Raichu. It was over. He would have to leave the hospital, as his mind wouldn't let him take the risk of the Raichu seeing him. So, before his mind blocked him completely, he had to get away, and so, he did. Pikachu quickly ran as fast as he could, his eyes watering at the thought of Raichu talking to Eevee, until he left the hospital behind, out of sight.

Then, his body started to shake as he stopped running. The coldness of the night started to play it's toll on him, as he felt himself getting colder. Luckily, he managed to spot the bus that led to the residential district without wait, and before long, he was on his way back at the "complex". He though while sitting in the bus what excuse could he give to Eevee not coming with him. He had to think fast. Or, more specifically, think efficiently.

As he sat on his own seat, he realized there was no way he could tell the truth to anyone, so he finally decided to lie telling them that they needed to run more checks on him. As a result, he would have to spend a day more in the hospital. So, that way, he could scurry off inside the hospital tomorrow, and, hopefully, take Eevee back without the Raichu noticing.

Once back in the "complex" Pikachu had dinner with Sceptile and Pidgeot. As they ate, Pikachu told then the story he had just "tuned", so that they wouldn't be upset with his actions.

Once he finished talking, everyone had finished dinning, and slowly waked toward esch one's rooms. Just before splitting, Sceptile talked to Pikachu.

"I know it's hard for you, with everything that happened these days. But, you need to take care of yourself, even if you do like helping other Pokémon so much... Just, try to take it easy, so we don't receive more bad news, Okay? That's all I ask" he said, finishing the sentence with a firmness he had not shown anytime earlier, as he's confident about his words.

"Thank you for looking after me. You're great, guys" he said softly, as he waved up on his paw. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to get some sleep. I promise I'll be a good boy, okay?" he said to them, and went to his room. As soon as he stepped on his nest, a long yawn escaped him. "Oh my, What a crazy day!", he thought as he quickly fell asleep.