sayitwithpocky | Because you can never have enough hurt/comfort

[Clarissa is finally awake for the first time in hours, and the first thought that slowly pulls itself together through the sleepy and medicated haze is relief that she's not in the hospital. The world is blurred as she looks around, bleary and disorientated, but the lack of white and sterility around her is comforting. Just because she's spent so much of her life in and out of hospitals doesn't mean she doesn't hate them.

It had been a horrible few days, Clarissa knows that much, but thankfully she doesn't remember most of it. She does remember the ditch, and how she had begun falling before she had even realised there had been anything to fall into. She remembers how her head had struck something hard on the way down and how there had been a horrible, tearing pain in her side, more terrible than she thinks she's ever experienced, before she had blacked out.

What she doesn't remember is being found by a pair of Pokemon trainers who had happened to be passing and dragged to the island's only clinic, nor being sent straight into extensive surgery to remove the bits of tree-branch impaled in her side. But she remembers being briefly conscious in the clinic before falling back into medically-induced sleep.

...And now she's here, on the sofa in her own home, in her well-worn pull-over hooded sweatshirt and with one of the scruffy spare blankets over her. Right now that's all she cares about...although, there was one other thing...but right now she can barely think straight and is just tempted to fall straight back to sleep...]

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...well, yeah. [he's still not willing to admit just how upset and worried this makes him, how much he just wants her to be okay.]

[She gives a 'tch' and closes her eyes.]

You're so stupid. [She doesn't mean it, but this is just so old for her. She's been this way ever since she can remember...she's been covered in injuries and bandages ever since she can remember. And nobody has ever stopped telling her to just "be more careful", like she wouldn't be if she could.]

Am not! [sticks his tongue out and nestles a little closer, careful not to aggravate her wounds]

Are too! [She nuzzles her head against him, managing to relax again.]

I am not. [sighs] Even now you still love to pick on me!

You started it! [Clarissa's turn to stick her tongue out. Come on, Silver, you know Clarissa is never above petty silliness like this.]

Did not! [and neither is Silver. By this time Sneasel and Haunter have come into the room and look Very Amused by this]

Did too— [Clarissa notices they have company and glares at the pair of pokemon. How dare you find her and your master's petty half-squabble to be funny! ...Although, this...reminds her about something...]

Ah—! [Her hand jumps automatically to wear her belt would usually be, her fingers passing through the air where her pokeballs are missing. Shit, she completely forgot about her team—] Where are my pokemon? You have them, right?

They're at the Pokemon center, don't worry. [He probably should have gone to pick them up a while ago, but at least they're being taken care of?] I'll go get them later.

[She breathes a small sigh of relief, settling back down.]

Yeah, okay. [As long as all her pokeballs are safe and not lost at the bottom of that damned ditch then it's fine by her. Like she needs her Haunter to be trolling her right now anyway, even if it would have been nice to have Clefairy around.]

What, did you think I just left 'em in the ditch or something?

[Sneasel and Haunter, meanwhile, have begun a pantomime. It's pretty obvious what they're pantomiming.]

Well I dunno! As if I'd just assume you had and then have it turn out you didn't have them! [...Like how she completely forgot about Silver's pokemon during the kidnapping business. In her defence she was more worried for both their safety, and the grunts got them back okay, but still, clearly Silver was a lot more on the ball about this than she was...]

Well, I wouldn't do that, so there.

[Sneasel and Haunter become louder and more obvious with their pantomine, which Silver takes notice of and FROWNS]

[Oh for the love of— Something to throw, something to throw, why is there nothing to throw]

Knock it off!

What do you think this is, community theater or something?! [pulls two Pokeballs from his belt] Either behave or you're going back for the rest of the night!

Tch, idiots... [Clarissa jerks her thumb in the direction of the two Pokemon.] What the hell's with them, anyway?

[Since when are Silver's Pokemon making digs about their love-life? That's just annoying ~~not to mention embarrassing~~.]

Haunter's an asshole and Sneasel's a little brat. Nothing new. [He continues to hold out the Pokeballs threateningly, but to no avail as the farce continues] Grr...knock it off!

Can't you control your Pokemon better? [She squeezes her eyes shut.] Jeez...they're being way too freakin' loud.

[GLARE.] If I'm to believe what I was taught by certain bleeding-hearts, Pokemon have wills of their own and aren't our puppets to control. I can yell at them all I want but they'll do as they damn well please. Besides, you Haunter's just as big of an ass as mine is!

Tch...that just means you don't have enough authority over them! And my Haunter is nowhere near as big an ass as yours is! [She's a bigger one.]

What do you call popping out of nowhere to lick my face?!

Tch, that's nothing! It's not like your Haunter never does anything stupid like that!

...well, he does, but if your Haunter does stupid things too it means you're not keeping her in line either!

Oh yeah? Well— that's—! [...Urgh, she doesn't have a comeback to that.] ...Just shut it! [HMPH. Lapsing into huffy silence, here we go.]

You first! [sticks his tongue out]

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