[Jacinthe waits with bated breath. Sylveon's doing her best to keep track of Corbeau's feelings and heartbeat along with chiming that bell, and Gardevoir is doing everything in her power to keep Corbeau alive. She doesn't dare knock into his head to see if he's got brain function--too risky, even with the antidote, if it even works and isn't a placebo, but it takes time for his breathing to even out, and...
Gardevoir lets Jacinthe know.
Condition stabilizing. The antidote worked.
He's...he's gonna be okay.]
Oh-- [Jacinthe's voice feels so, so very small right now. It's as small and delicate as can be, as if she were much younger and still afforded the mercy of crying. But she doesn't care right now.] Oh, I'm so...I'm so relieved...
[Jacinthe is surprisingly gentle in the action, but she ends up saying fuck it to every bit of decorum and pulling Corbeau into a hug as she cries into his suit. He's alive. He's going to be okay, and she knows it with relative certainty now. The paramedics should be arriving any moment now, and maybe she won't have to wait weeks to see him in the hospital. Maybe she'll be able to see him again, maybe she can finally apologize for overstepping, and maybe, just maybe, she's actually managed to help someone for once in her miserable life.
Maybe this time, she's not the damsel in distress or the princess in the tower, but the hero who saves the knight meant to save her.
She cries for a solid few minutes against him--the fact that he can't register anything is nothing short of a boon, but it's when Jacinthe pokes her head up, eyes reddened from crying and patting that stupid, stupid hair of his that she hears a sharp noise, the slam of a door, and--
There's a man, a younger looking man in fancy attire. There's a bottle in his hand with a far too familiar label, and Jacinthe...
Jacinthe sees red.]
You. [Wait, Jacinthe, please don't! Gardevoir tries to reason, though she watches her lady let go of Corbeau and set him down while the man turns to her and starts to run.] You two, stay here and protect Corbeau! AND YOU, GET BACK HERE AND PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!
[The rest of her Poke Balls fall off of her dress when she runs after the man in question, him having already gotten one hell of a head start on her. But he runs, and she runs too like a persistence predator in heels with no regard for anything other than ensuring retribution on the man who hurt what's hers.
(Corbeau will likely come to at the hospital with those two Pokemon around him; Gardevoir and Sylveon both refused to leave until they were certain he was okay. It's Gardevoir that likely narcs on Jacinthe, for the fact that she fled--not even bringing a single Pokemon with her, and that she was ordered to stay behind and keep him stable.
Not even she knows where her trainer is, and she hates it. But for now...they're in his care.)]
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Gardevoir lets Jacinthe know.
Condition stabilizing. The antidote worked.
He's...he's gonna be okay.]
Oh-- [Jacinthe's voice feels so, so very small right now. It's as small and delicate as can be, as if she were much younger and still afforded the mercy of crying. But she doesn't care right now.] Oh, I'm so...I'm so relieved...
[Jacinthe is surprisingly gentle in the action, but she ends up saying fuck it to every bit of decorum and pulling Corbeau into a hug as she cries into his suit. He's alive. He's going to be okay, and she knows it with relative certainty now. The paramedics should be arriving any moment now, and maybe she won't have to wait weeks to see him in the hospital. Maybe she'll be able to see him again, maybe she can finally apologize for overstepping, and maybe, just maybe, she's actually managed to help someone for once in her miserable life.
Maybe this time, she's not the damsel in distress or the princess in the tower, but the hero who saves the knight meant to save her.
She cries for a solid few minutes against him--the fact that he can't register anything is nothing short of a boon, but it's when Jacinthe pokes her head up, eyes reddened from crying and patting that stupid, stupid hair of his that she hears a sharp noise, the slam of a door, and--
There's a man, a younger looking man in fancy attire. There's a bottle in his hand with a far too familiar label, and Jacinthe...
Jacinthe sees red.]
You. [Wait, Jacinthe, please don't! Gardevoir tries to reason, though she watches her lady let go of Corbeau and set him down while the man turns to her and starts to run.] You two, stay here and protect Corbeau! AND YOU, GET BACK HERE AND PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!
[The rest of her Poke Balls fall off of her dress when she runs after the man in question, him having already gotten one hell of a head start on her. But he runs, and she runs too like a persistence predator in heels with no regard for anything other than ensuring retribution on the man who hurt what's hers.
(Corbeau will likely come to at the hospital with those two Pokemon around him; Gardevoir and Sylveon both refused to leave until they were certain he was okay. It's Gardevoir that likely narcs on Jacinthe, for the fact that she fled--not even bringing a single Pokemon with her, and that she was ordered to stay behind and keep him stable.
Not even she knows where her trainer is, and she hates it. But for now...they're in his care.)]