[ORP] What Will Come of Us

[Blood_Goddess]

A group of trainers had been attacked in one of the parks during a Kanto competition by what had been reported as two members of Team Rocket.
Though no pokemon were taken, some of the trainers and their pokemon had been injured, and needed immediate medical attention.

The trainers were rushed to the Kanto hospital, where they were being treated for the injuries, as well as being asked for details on this attack.
Kanto is on high alert, but so far there have been no signs of the Rockets who attacked.

Rosie had tried to be as honest and as helpful as she could with the police officer, He had just a few questions, questions that she had openly answered while the nurses finished up stitching and bandaging the gash in her head.
A damp cloth being held in her hand, given to her by a Chancy to clean the blood off of her face.

They had had to staple her head, A concept that was rather common for head wounds, seemed rather grizzly to think about. Though at the moment her mind was only able to think about the questions she had been asked by the officer... and what she had answered.
Her Sister was one of the Rockets that attacked them... Faleen Ewell was a known and violent member of Team Rocket. Faleen Ewell had attacked her friends, shot her best friend, and threatened her other best friend with a gun.
Rosie's hands tightened on her knees, now sitting quietly in the waiting room for any news on the others who had been injured.  

[Blood_Goddess]

She had just been shocked, otherwise Ray had gotten off completely scott-free. and Ray will be damned it a shock like that was going to keep her down, The women was USED to electric types, please.

Regardless, the tall gray haired women was in the hospital, standing by one of the waiting room doorways with her arms crossed, glancing around the room at its other occupants with a set frown on her face.

Well they had certainly been outclassed, and there was no other way around it.
If that was the kind of thing Team Rocket had to offer then they were in more trouble then she had anticipated.
But at the same time, Ray wasn't about to consider just giving up, oh no no no, Thanks to this encounter Ray knew exactly what they were going to have to strive for, so that next time, it was going to be that cocky blond who was face down in the grass.

Already she was thinking a couple very important improvements that she was going to see to once those little brats were out of surgery and getting stitched up.  

[Suudonym]

Though Luke was unharmed, his face was pale from the knot of shame, guilt, anger, and self-loathing that relentlessly twisted his insides. When Rosie took a place at his side, he spared only a glance to ascertain her well-being as acknowledgement of her presence. He sat in immobile silence, leaned forward with his arms folded on his knees.  

[BlackPidgeot]

Yuri was there with them as well, just as quiet too. The man leaning against a wall and looking out a window with his arms folded across his chest. His sash was missing thanks to being used as a temporary bandage, but he was pretty much unharmed except for a few bumps and bruises.

Repede had been taken off with the rest of the injured Pokemon. Yuri was sure he would be fine, just had been knocked out.

However, he was deep in thought regarding what had just happened.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Though her gaze was kept mostly down at her knees in though, hands clasped together to keep them from shaking, she would chance a glance up every now and then to the people in the room that she recognized. or to Luke, who she had sat down by.

No one was talking, and everyone looked upset.
It made her feel a little sick, so she tried to keep her gaze onto her knees.
God how was she even going to begin to apologize to everyone? She couldn't blame them for being upset, most of all with her. She had been the one to ask them to help, she had told them that Faleen was a good person, that Faleen would never hurt anyone.
Rosie had never... ever imagined that Faleen would do this. Her older sister, her blood, the women she grew up with... was a member of Team Rocket.

Her hands clenched tighter. Luke had reason to be upset, He had been the one to warn Rosie after all, and she had insisted Faleen was good, despite his suggestion to be careful.
Her friends must be so angry with her.

"I... uh-" Her voice was weak, barely able to even for a noise before she just closed her mouth again.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Ray let out a grunt after a while, pushing herself off of the wall and walking across the room over to where Yuri stood. "That's a thoughtful expression if I've ever seen one. though I've been seeing them a lot lately tonight." Ray said, in a quieter tone, pressing her back tot he wall on the side side of the window from Yuri. glancing to the others int he room before looking back to the long haired man.
"Penny for your thoughts, I'm kinda tired of mine."  

[Suudonym]

Luke was indeed upset and indeed angry, but Rosie was entirely mistaken to assume that any of those feelings were borne against her. Conversely, he was shamed to be at her side, and were he any less rooted in place he might have felt compelled to reposition himself further from her. After all his promises, all his assurances, all his determination to prevent his friends from suffering any further, this was what had happened. He made no sign that he recognized Rosie had made any sound at all.  

[Tori Honoo]

She hated this.

When they finally released her, what felt like hours later, the shivering girl made her way down the hallway, taking her time as she approached the waiting room, and the others. Her hands clenched the now clean sash in her hands tightly.

Once they had arrived at the hospital, she had been separated from the others, though she went with little refusal. The doctors had seen to it that she was cleaned up quickly, tending to both her wounded sides and the deep, torn flesh that was consequence of the Absol's bite. Her eyes fell to what she could see of the bandage that peeked out from the long sleeve of the tshirt they had given her to replace her destroyed top, one large enough to fit her almost too loosely, so as to not disturb the wrappings around her midsection.

Stitches. Scars. They would be there waiting for her when she unwrapped the tape and gauze.

The idea made everything sting and ache at once.

She twisted the sash around her fingers, fighting the ice that still slid down her back. Sera had been shot. Rosie had been knocked to the ground with a gun, the others... The others wouldn't have escaped completely unharmed. Even if they were physically fine, the weight of the situation was worse.

Poor Rosie...

To be hurt, by your sister, the one just proven to be a member of the most notorious criminal group they knew.

She shook her head, willing herself to stay strong-- though her insides broke for the other trainers, she wouldn't add to the stress with needless emotion.

After a moment's pause, she opened the door to the waiting room and stepped inside, glancing around at the few already there. Luke sat with Rosie...Ray talked quietly with Yuri. Glad to see that they were all okay so far (though of course, Luke's demeanor worried her, and she was already worried for Rosie), Dove stood quietly out of the way, waiting for the opportunity to speak with someone, losing herself in her own thoughts again and feeling sick that this was their reality.  

[BlackPidgeot]

Even as Ray approached, Yuri didn't tear his gaze from the window. There were indeed a million thoughts going through his head, and really he could use a drink right about now. Although he certainly wasn't going to get drunk off his a** again like last time.

"Make it a nickel and you've got a deal," he then replied with a flat tone.

He heard someone else enter the room but again didn't even bother to look.  

[Blood_Goddess]

White the silence might have been good for the headache that she had, but the uneasy pounding of her heart against her ribs was doing nothing to help.

She didn't know what to do, her thoughts wouldn't stop, and they kept pounding and pounding in her head, Faleen was a Rocket she tried to kill your friends, your sister tried to kill your friends, you loving sister tried to kill your friends and now they're all upset. Sera was in surgery right now getting a piece of metal pulled out of her shoulder, Dove was torn apart by a dark type. And Luke had enough to deal with, look what you did, he's hurting again, he had to go through something terrible again. He was doing so well and now he wasn't talking again, or even looking at you. He wasn't even talking.
You're sister, tried to kill your friends...

"L-Luke..."  

[Blood_Goddess]

Ray had to think about it for a second, before she pulled her arms up higher on her chest. "Sorry, think I'm clean out of nickles." She said. "just as well, I think we're thinking about the same thing anyway."  

[Suudonym]

Luke's thoughts were racing through a disarray that went further and further back through his memories, tracing out a long line of cause and effect. At the sound of his name, he straightened slightly, hands clenching, and painfully forced an apologetic smile to his features, "Sorry, I don't think I can talk. I'm kind of angry right now." His voice wavered despite the force of will that had allowed him to pronounce it in the first place, his volume scarcely qualifying as a murmur.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Rosie nodded quickly to show she understood, though in a rushed nervous manner to make up for her saying anything at all. Quickly returning her eyes to her knees, trying to swallow the lump that had now somehow lodged itself in her throat.  

[BlackPidgeot]

"Yeah," Yuri agreed quietly. For in that case there was no reason to talk about it.

However, hearing Luke's voice, the man glanced in his direction... only then catching sight of Dove who stood nearby.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" he asked of the girl, who appeared to be holding his sash in her hand. Huh. He figured that would have gotten tossed. Not cleaned.  

[Tori Honoo]

Yuri's voice tugged her sharply from her thoughts, and she lifted her head with a start, wincing when as her body throbbed. She nodded a little, then stepped toward him and Ray tentatively. "I'll live..." she said offering him an obviously pained smile, her fingers still tightly clenching his sash in her hands, until her eyes dropped from his. "Oh...um," She held the sash out to him, her wounded arm securely hanging in a sling, her voice almost too quiet. "I asked them to clean it for you. Thank you, again."