dripping like a saturated sunrise 43
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re dying.
Augustine supposed that’s accurate enough. He could hear a myriad of Pokemon Battles happening around him. The distinct sound of Pikachu’s Thunderbolt, Charmeleon’s flamethrower, Lucario’s Aura Sphere, Garchomp’s Draco Meteor. He could hear everyone shouting off commands and the cries of the Pokemon yell as they unleash their power.
His vision was blurry though and he felt light headed, the world seeming to spin. He can tell the patch job that Cogita had performed was superficial at best. He hasn’t moved much but it feels like the wound is bleeding again.
“Alain,” Augustine reached out, searching. He had heard Alain’s anguish screams and then it was silent.
“Please, don’t move!” Laventon’s voice came from next to him.
Augustine wheezed. His body feels like it’s on fire and cold at the same time. He grasps Laventon’s sleeve. “Alain?” he asked, panicked.
“He’s fine,” Laventon reassured him. He presses down on the wound, trying to hold the blood inside of Sycamore.
Augustine couldn’t tell if Laventon was just saying that to keep him calm or if Alain truly was fine.
It seemed just like yesterday that Alain was a small child. He had been so quiet, so scared of everything. He clung to Augustine, refusing to be put down.
Augustine tried so hard to protect him.
He wasn’t fit to be a parent. He counted his blessing that child services let him keep Alain. That had been such a rough spot in life. His parents weren’t speaking to him. Technically he was disowned. He had moved from Sinnoh all the way to Kalos, running away.
The break up.
It was such a messy part of his life.
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