smallestclone:

The small Pokemon didn’t even notice the hand until they had to stop from the strain becoming too great. Uncurling and laying where they were.

‘But you’re hurt. I want to help. Like how you helped me.’

“I’ll be okay, sweetie… I’m not hurt… Just sick…”

“I just have to rest for a few days… I promise I’ll be okay…”

The feverish trainer gently pet the little Pokemon, her heartstrings tugged by the little one’s need to help. She pushed off the blanket a bit, patting the space next to her.

“If it makes you feel better, little one… you can stay here until the fever breaks…”