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Pain or not Mewtwo wiggled further down into the swaddle to hide their face. Stopping only when the two little crests on the top of their head was all that were poking out. Though now their feet were sticking out of the bottom. 

Rebecca laid face up on the bed, looking at the ceiling as she quietly sighed, her hands gently on top of the swaddled Pokemon.

“Little one, you’ve gotta rest. Otherwise you’ll keep feeling like this. It’ll be the only way to regain the energy you lost.”

“Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep? Or sing another song?”