Battle of Wits - MadaSaku - Pokémon AU
Battle of Wits
Written for @madasakuweek.
Warning: it’s long.
A frustrated frown marred Haruno Sakura’s expression as she searched through the medicine cabinet in the hospital’s storage room. All the bandages and pain medicine were in their place, as were all of her healing potions and ointments. All except one. Her Hyper potion.
Chewing her lower lip, Sakura closed the lower door and straightened from where she had been kneeling before she began rifling through the cabinet located above the counter as she wondered where exactly she had left the expensive item. Her Godmother and the hospital director was going to kill her if she didn’t locate it.
At the soft call, Sakura turned and looked down at the pink Pokémon to find it was holding the very potion she had been searching for. A deep sigh of relief passed between her lips before a smile broke out across her face as she bent down to accept the glass bottle. “Thank you, Chansey.”
The gentle creature repeated its name happily before it led the way out of the large closet and into the hall. Chansey waddled off in the direction of the Recovery Ward as Sakura paused at the filing desk that held the charts for all the injured Pokémon on the floor. The pink-haired medic quickly scanned the section reserved solely for Fire-type Pokémon before she thumbed through the numerous files lining the shelves.
“I didn’t know you were still here, Sakura?”
Having found the chart she was looking for, Sakura pulled the file from the shelves before she cast a side-glance at the woman next to her. Shizune was the second-hand to the hospital director, Tsunade, and someone Sakura considered a close friend. While Sakura’s Godmother had taught her the basics of medicine and healing, Shizune had trained her on diagnostics and how to handle emergency situations. Shizune was practically a sister to her and Sakura felt the weight of her busy day ease from her shoulders at her mere presence.
“I was supposed to leave yesterday, but you know how it goes,” Sakura said as she flipped open the chart. “A medic’s work is never done.”
The older woman made a noise of agreement in the back of her throat before she finished updating her own chart and slipped it back into its place amongst the Rock-type Pokémon files. “What did you get held up on?” she asked as she leaned her hip against the tall shelves and peered at the file in Sakura’s hand. “Is that the Growlithe that came in last night?”
Sakura nodded without looking up as she reviewed the nurses’ notes. “Yeah, I couldn’t get him to eat anything this morning and it looks like the nurses didn’t have any better luck this afternoon. It’s going to be a long recovery if he doesn’t get some energy into him.”
“Did you try the special blend?” Shizune offered.
Again, she nodded. “He turned his nose up at it. I don’t know what the hell his trainer did to him, but I think he’s too scared to eat.”
A dark frown settled upon Shizune’s face at the implication of her statement, but the women had been medics in the field long enough to know that Pokémon abuse wasn’t uncommon amongst trainers. It was only in recent months that it had become common practice for trainers to abandon their Pokémon when they became critically injured in battle, delivering them to the hospital and never returning to collect them once they were in good health again. Tsunade was struggling to keep up with the influx of the wounded as many of the Pokémon had endured some type of abuse with their trainers and were too frightened to accept treatment.
It was this very reason that Sakura found herself in Saffron City. She had only been at the hospital for a few, short weeks to help out her Godmother, but already things were turning around for the better. With the extra set of hands hands and a lot of patience from the staff, the number of admitted Pokémon were already decreasing.
“Poor guy,” Shizune murmured. “Did you scream at this trainer too?”
Sakura shot Shizune a small, amused smirk as she recalled the incident that had occurred during the first week of Sakura’s visit. She had been exhausted after performing a grueling surgery to save the life of an Oddish that had been pushed to its limits and beyond, and Sakura had lost her temper when the trainer had asked her how long until it could battle again. She would have given the man a black eye if Shizune hadn’t intercepted her and dragged her away from the clearly baffled imbecile.
“Unfortunately, no. He was left on our doorstep this morning. I doubt his trainer will come back for him. And if he does, then I will do a whole hell of a lot more than just yelling,” Sakura said darkly.
Shizune merely shot her an amused look, fully aware that Sakura would keep her promise, but before she could voice her opinion on the matter, the Chansey that had been with Sakura moments before ran towards them. “Chansey! Chansey!”