The little Pokemon was able to sit up on their own now. Mewtwo was still hurting but not as much any more. A nurse came by and sat what they called a bottle on the table next to them. Leaning over and giving the top a light sniff they thought it smelled funny.
‘What’s this?’
Rebecca gave the little one a small smile, sitting next to their bed on a chair.
“It’s milk, sweetie. It looks like it’s full of vitamins and nutrients. It’s warmed too, it seems.”
She had carefully put her hand against the bottle to check the temperature, feeling that it was appropriately warm.
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