[PRP] Flooded

[Blood_Goddess]

The blond's eyes widened first at the look he had given her, but only lingered in her growing confusion the more she tried to figure out what was wrong.
This certainly wasn't usual. Still puzzled, Rosie approached him.
"Luke? Is everything alright?"  

[Suudonym]

It was just a regular pokeball - or, rather, a regular luxury ball, glossy black and subtly ridged from the gold and red inlays - but it was also somehow different, different even from the identical luxury ball to which Vahy'n was registered.

"I don't know," he said, the words strung together carefully, picked out of his vocabulary piece by piece as if extracting stones from mud. "It's hard to think."  

[Blood_Goddess]

"U uh, okay, um- alright well, why don't you sit down." Rosie said gently, reaching a hand out to his arm.
She wasn't sure what was going on with him, or if this was normal or not.  

[Suudonym]

It was the same sort of feeling as if something massive had sneaked up behind him and he could only tell by the huge shadow it had cast upon him. If he could just turn around, he could see what was there - or so it felt.

He moved to the bed and seated himself mechanically, his brow slightly furrowed and a mild frown on his lips. Amidst the muffled and murmuring sounds that filled his thoughts to the point that he could focus on nothing, there was a sense of understanding that seemed to come from outside of himself: He could do it after all, he wouldn't break, he would be fine.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Rosie, growing more and more concerned about what Luke was going through, sat down next to him once he was seated.
watching him with worry, glancing down at the Luxury ball.

"... this was Mieu's ball." she told him, though he had known it was his "Did you recognize it?"  

[Suudonym]

Yes, he knew that it was Mieu's pokeball, that it had once belonged to the teal and white Flareon that he had been given when it was still an Eevee and that he had evolved because he thought turning it into a fire-type would make it less embarrassing for it to follow him around all the time, but of course it didn't quite work out that way since it was still the same naive and high-spirited pokemon it had always been and always would be until the day it was taken by a Rocket woman, then when it was returned to him by his brother it was far more cautious and quick to anger and sometimes lashed out at friends but in the end it was still the same Mieu, it was still the dear friend and it was only doing its best to protect him--

He drew a breath, closed his eyes, exhaled, and nodded.  

[Blood_Goddess]

He still wasn't talking, but at was answering her questions, at least he seemed to be.
She wasn't sure what to do, she could tell he was upset, though she wasn't sure why. Was he remembering? was it one of those feelings that he got sometimes?
Worried, she reached up to rub his back, shifting to face him a little more.
"what is it?"  

[Suudonym]

Any amount of sensation sent recollection surging through him like a tide, overcoming him and paralyzing him. He attempted to speak to give an answer but produced only breath.  

[Blood_Goddess]

She didn't really know what to do, he quickly became overwhelmed and she didn't know why.
Was he remembering something? Its all she could think of.

Helpless, she just sat with him, rubbing his back and nervously waiting for something to make sense.  

[Suudonym]

Eventually he managed to reach a shallow point - or at least a place where his head was above the water - and he drew another long, slow breath. For the time being, he decided against opening his eyes, worried that the sensory input would just start the overload process over again.

"I know Mieu," he said. "That's the reason this has all, in the first place-- It's because he was important to me. I lost him, and I got him back, and then I lost him again, forever."  

[Blood_Goddess]

Rosie sat in silence and shock at first, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times before her shoulders sank forward a little.
"You remember... what happened?" she asked cautiously. unsure if this was one of those cases where it was just the recollection of a feeling of if he knew what happened.
She had yet to see him this upset over something he remembered though, and it worried her.  

[Suudonym]

He took in another deep breath and nodded shallowly. "I might... remember everything."  

[Blood_Goddess]

Everything... Everything? Everything as in everything?
It was exciting for a moment, but only for a moment, becasue the way Luke was behaving was not relief himself, and why would it be? He remembered everything, and that would of course include the loss of his pokemon, who he had yet to be able to grieve.
"Oh... oh god." Rosie said in a breath. "Luke... are, are you okay? should we call the hospital?"  

[Suudonym]

He lowered himself backwards to lay against the bed, lifting an arm across his eyes and shaking his head lightly. It didn't feel like a situation that the hospital would be able to offer much help with.

"It's like... a snowball," he said at length. "Every thought leads to another thought, without even thinking... It's constant." It was exhausting, confusing, and overwhelming. If he were to be honest, Luke wouldn't have minded being sedated and subduing the experience with sleep, but this was the ideal outcome. Even if the experience itself was unexpectedly unpleasant, the result he anticipated wasn't something he wanted to subdue.  

[Blood_Goddess]

She couldn't quite imagine what it must be like, not in first hand sense, but she got an idea of how horrible it must be from how Luke was describing it, and how he was reacting to it.

She watched as he lowered himself back onto the bed, pushing herself up a little and sitting to face him a little more. "Okay... do you want to talk it out? is talking going to help? Of is that worse?"