You Got Your Weather in my Banana Pudding
The olive colored bisharp scanned the area carrying the dragonite behind him. He needed to find a building, that could at least could probably give him some place to rest, and maybe treat his wounds.
"Come on. There has to be a place somewhere in this forsaken region."
He searched all around, until he stopped, what looked like a small day care down a hill.
"Baile Day Care. Eh it'll do."
He hiked Weather over his shoulder, and walked down to the center. He saw a swablu and luxio tending a garden. He approached the front of the building.
"Hey. You guys take in injured mons right?"
He dropped Weather onto the ground in front of them. He detached his hand, reaching inside with the other and pulled out a bundle of poke dollars and tossed it towards the swablu.
"Heal him up, tend to his wounds, and give him a place to stay for a few days. Give him whatever money is left over. And if I find out you kept any of the extra money for yourselves... I'll hunt ya down and kill ya!"
He turned as if to leave, only to turn back. "Oh. He has a deep cut on his chest, a cut on his face, and some internal bleeding. So do with that what you will."
He then disappeared up the hill, leaving the two care takers with the unconscious dragonite.
"Well that went well. Least he will live. I'll just lie and say he got away."
