At hearing the word close they just snuggled up against the trainer again. They didn’t understand most of that first bit but it sounded nice.
‘Speecies?’
“Here’s my heart.”
The former champion carefully held the little Pokemon up to listen to her heartbeat to demonstrate what it sounded like.
“It’s hard to explain in small words… It has to do with general appearance. Remember Triton? His species is Vaporeon.”
‘What’s a heart, do I have one?’
This whole name thing was sounding just more confusing.
‘Aren’t I already named Mewtwo?’
“Your heart is an organ in your chest but it’s also a term for being emotionally close with someone.”
“Well, that’s your species name. My species is human but my name is Rebecca.”
Out of reflex they tried nuzzling her hand, regardless of how sore they were.
‘Where do names come from, how do you get them?’
Rebecca gently pet them some more.
“Someone close to your heart gives you one. As for where they come from, well, I don’t really know.”
That was something they’ve never even considered before. Seemed almost unreal and they had to resist the urge to call the trainer stupid for suggesting it.
‘…I can have a name?’
“Mhm. Everyone can have a name if they want one.”
She gently pet their head and gave them a smile.
As the little Pokemon’s belly filled up with that warm MooMoo Milk, their eyelids lowered. At times it seemed as if they finally did fall asleep only for them to slightly jolt awake and snuggle the trainer a bit.
Rebecca gently held the little Pokemon in her arms once the bottle was emptied and leaned back a bit. She softly spoke to them.
“Little one… Do you want a new name?”
Settling down the small Pokemon actually felt comfortable. Leaning their head up a bit they sniffed the bottle before taking the tip into their mouth. Mewtwo wasn’t sure what to do so just did what they did when given water.
‘It’s good.’
“I’m glad, sweetie.”
Rebecca gave them a warm smile as she held them and the bottle carefully.
‘Drink it, like that water stuff?’
After a quick moment of thinking Mewtwo took their hand and crawled into the trainer’s lap.
“Yup. But much more nutritious- Ah, careful sweetie.”
Rebecca kept her lap still so the little Pokemon wouldn’t fall before holding her arm around their back to keep them balanced. Her free hand took the bottle of warmed milk from the tray and offered it to the little one.
“Here we go, think you can do it yourself?”
Mewtwo imitated the trainer’s actions. Putting their own hand up against it. Looking up with a confused expression they brought their hand back.
‘What do I do with milk?’
“Well, y’drink it. It’s full of yummy vitamins so it’s good for you. Would you like me to help?”
Rebecca offered her hand to the little Pokemon. She’d plop her rear onto the bed to make things easier if they accepted.
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.
That hand was quickly taken. Mewtwo tried their advice. After a couple of minutes the hiccups were slowing down.
‘Want hold.’
“Sure.”
A gentle arm wrapped around the little Mewtwo and carefully pulled them close. She was mindful of the splint their tail was in, just one arm wrapped around them.
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