...wels. It took not much more than a minute, but every second I waited, I realised that the bond between Gardevoir and me was faint.
I looked at my Pokémon. She was panting heavily and she was trying not to collapse. I grabbed her hand, and I called the nurse. Suddenly, the towels weren't as necessary as before. The health of my Gardevoir was the only thing that mattered.
'Please don't shout, there are more people here than just you' she said. She looked a bit angry at first, but when she saw Gardevoir, she was shocked. She apologized for reacting that angry, and she brought Gardevoir to the operation chamber.
There I sat. I waited for nurse Joy to return with an update about Gardevoir's health. I tried to contact her, but the only way we could communicate by thoughts, was when Gardevoir used her psychic powers to penetrate my mind. From that point she could talk to me and vice versa.
Somehow, worrying about her made me think about the moment I met her. It was a few years ago when I was wandering through the woods. I heard some screaming and I made haste to see what was going on. I found a scared Kirlia, surrounded by three aggressive looking Mightyena. Kirlia was crying and I saw she was wounded. I wanted to do something, but I was scared too. But then a rock caught my attention. I grabbed it and threw it towards the Mightyena, but I missed. Although I planned on hurting the wild Pokémon, they were distracted by the flying rock. I ran to the Kirlia, and...