holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“That’s just how it works in my world. I’m not human. I’m abnormal. Therefore, I don’t deserve medical treatment. I’m used to it, that’s how I grew up. I had to take care of myself if I got sick, or injured. I was always all alone. My parents… weren’t there. They had to escape, or they would have been killed.”

With a sigh, he took one. To his surprise, it was actually pretty good. It was a little sweet, and a little bitter at the same time. A fascinating combination.

“What’s stupid about those people’s attitude is that Pokemon get their own hospitals in every single village, town and city in this world. And people here more than welcome abnormalness. Remember what I told you about those who are chosen by a legendary?

Regardless, I’d be more than happy to treat you if you get hurt. After all, I’m not a doctor so I wouldn’t fall under their definition of medical care. Oh, do you like it? It’s called a strawberry and it’s a fruit, like apples.”

Rebecca gave him a smile and handed him another one to eat.

“They’re distantly related to berries but far enough that they’re their own kind of food.”