Sage groaned to herself. Blinking as she tried to get herself back.
She scrunched up her nose at how wierd everything felt from the forced sleep. She wasn’t curled up like she liked and….
She was in the time out bubble.
She growls deep in her chest. The bubble. What did she do wrong? All she could tell was something was wrong with One and she was upset but she didn’t know what she did wrong.
Hot tears formed in her eyes, rearing back and striking her tail at the bubble in an angry thump to get out her emotions.
They never told her what she did wrong! They didn’t fix what was wrong. Just put her away in time out.
Sage glanced up. She could see through the light burgundy bubble and the white fizzling of the barrier that made up the whole wall by the hall.
Her smallest older sister, with some stranger.
That hit something wrong.
Some stranger was here. One is hurt and they brought some stranger here. Her psychic started to rub up against the bubble as the thought circled in her head over and over again in a mockery of an echo.
She could only watch them turn to her as she was just trying to let out her emotions. It was so wrong and bad.
Rue’s chair disappear from view… thumping her tail as Sage saw Donor enter, drawing closer, the unnatural bad tired feeling creeping up her neck and pulling at her eyelids.
No! She didn’t want to sleep! She wanted One and for the Stranger to leave!
She struggled to fight against the tugging of her eye lids, feeling the world sway and tug the harder she resisted.
One blink, and Sage lost the fight.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Donor was shaking, sinking into Rue's shoulder.
Tears slipped down her her fur, burning something fierce amongst the emptiness in her chest. She felt so powerless to help Sage, unable to figure out what had set her off. It was nothing like her own and she couldn’t ever seem to get through to her second youngest during those…
“What happened?” Donor could feel rounded digits brushing into her fur, could hear the frown on Rue's muzzle.
Still, she couldn’t bring herself to explain, sniffling loudly and burying herself into Rue.
“It’s… One." Runty sighed, eliciting Rue's attention. "The humans don’t know what’s wrong but Sage felt it really early. There is something wrong but their efforts are bringing up nothing so far-“
“He’s dying…” The smallest voice finally came up from Donor between her tears.
The room fell silent, the prior feeling of foreboding suddenly changing to dread.
“D-dying???" Runty breathe stuttered, eyes drawn to Donor's shaking form. "It… it can’t be that bad can it?”
There was no answer, other than loud sniffles and low keening sobs.
Runty glanced at Rue instead, the more hardened mewtwo had gone slightly pale at the thought. The other two noticed her quickly, shaking her head, eyes screwing shut for a moment before she looked away.
“I-I’m sorry… I…” Rue glanced at Donor, softly tugging the small Mew into a tight hug, unwilling to look back at Runty. "Arceus, I... I'm so sorry."
Still, Rue's tail wrapped firmly around Runty's wrist, a small hug amongst the sudden dulling pain around them.
Donor hugged her back, Runty placing a palm against the tail, a white knucked grip, desperate for a form of comfort.
“It’ll be okay…" Runty breathed, refusing to look away. "Surely it’ll be okay… they have so much technology they can help him…"
The room was still Tense, enough for her facade to crack, voice crackling in fear.
"I hope they can help him…”
