Why us? (Pokemon fanfic)

56- Too much damage done

I wanted my brother. I wanted my boyfriend. I wanted Claire. I wanted my Pokémon. Hell I'd take Night right now. I just wanted someone to cuddle up with to keep my nightmares away and make me feel safe again but I was alone, my mind empty and alone.

Not as much as you may think Emma.

With the my mind misted, I wasn't even sure the voice was real, but I held the feeling it gave me. The warmth and strength, the subtle annoyance the presence gave and the overwhelming sense of security. I held onto it even as my mentality slipped over the edge and I fell deeply asleep for the first time in a week.

~*🌸*~

I don't know how long I slept, it felt like days but for all I knew, it could have been mere hours. The pain I'd previously felt had somewhat numbed in my unconscious state and I was too afraid to move for fear of reigniting the fire that had previously burned through my muscles. I didn't even want to open my eyes. Instead I opened my mind to aura but I was safely alone.

My body told me to sleep but my mind was far too much awake, so I simply lay still without moving a muscle. My senses alerted me when I felt an aura brought within range. I tensed as I tried to identify who it was that was approaching, much like fingerprints, aura was unique to each individual, no two completely matching up. Though this particular aura held no significance to me, most likely a simple grunt. He entered my cell with a food tray in his hands and a Mega-corrupted Scizor by his side. I cringed slightly, not having the strength to defend myself from the deep sense of dread that radiated from the Pokémon.

The food was placed on the table beside my bed, the smell of some sort of pasta made my stomach hurt but I made no attempt to move until long after the grunt had left. Forcing my arms beneath me, I tried to sit up to eat but I realised fairly quickly that I simply wasn't strong enough to lift myself up. My eyes teared up, I honestly just wanted to eat and sleep right now but I couldn't find the strength to sit up.

After a few brief moments to catch my breath, I again attempt to move up right, this time using the wall for support and guidance. This was more success then the first try as I was able to prop myself up in the corner on the bed, taking another brief moment to catch my breath, manage my pain and fix the blankets afterwards. My back, legs and shoulders all ached, protesting against the movement my body had grown unaccustomed to feeling. I winced at the burning of the pain, fighting back a whimper as I forced a brave face and pulled the blanket back over my legs as the warmth helped keep the pain in them to a manageable degree.

My eyes assessed the food I was given in a critical manner. A bowel of pasta mixed with some sort of creamy sauce, meat and herbs. It was a large portion thankfully as I was starving but I'd also been given a reasonable portion of fruit salad the smelt heavily of citrus, a mini can of soft drink and two bottles of water. Further assessment also revealed a small box and note attachment. I inspected them first, hoping for some sort of medicine to quell my pain or assist with sleep. My eyes flicked over the note before attempting to read it properly.

I hope you've learnt your lesson Emma, running off will not be tolerated and I feel you've suffered enough for the severity of your actions. You've set my plans back days, over a week even as I now have to wait for you to recover and reassess previous arrangements I had in waiting. You will be left relatively alone for the next few days with the exception of meals being brought to you. This box contains two pills you are to take and failure to do so with each meal will bring further consequences.

Frowning deeply, I removed the note, tossing aside haphazardly before inspecting the box. It, like the note offer no insight as to what pills were in the box. In the end, I decided to risk the consequences and not take the possibly poisonous pills. Tossing them too aside, I grabbed the pasta, poking at it with my plastic fork a few times before stabbing into several pieces of pasta and meat. Scooping the mix into my mouth, I ate slowly, knowing that since I haven't eaten in days if I ate too fast, I'd just get sick which I really didn't want to deal with right now.