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Warmth... Despite the snow that fell outside, Bede felt so warm. Bundled up in blankets and joyful despite his discomfort. How long ago was it since he was taken from the orphanage? Only a month. The door opened and the young child cast his gaze over. Rose... He felt nothing but gratitude every time he saw the chairman there. The man that had took him in. ‘How are you feeling?’ He inquired curiously, a gentle smile on his face. The truth was not well, but Bede didn’t want to say that... He didn’t want to say anything. The silence lasted for a moment before the older simply sighed. “Well if you need anything, you have the rotom phone on the bedside table. I’ll call for someone to bring you some soup and crackers. Don’t forget the wastebasket next to your bed.” A long time ago Bede would have thought this kindness would never come to him. And yet now--
His eyes opened suddenly to the sound of knocking. A headache pounded through his head as he pushed himself up slowly. When he was sick he always dreamed back to his childhood. A childhood wrought with illness and filled with false fatherly gestures that he knew never panned out. As he pushed himself up further, he felt his stomach roll, but not enough to warrant grabbing the freshly empty trashcan kept next to his bedside. It felt uncomfortable to not be laying fully upon his bed, the scent of disinfectant overlaying vomit was making his head spin even more. But there was not much he could do about that. He looked to his bed side table, carefully taking inventory of what was there.
Crackers, Mints, Paper towels, Disinfectant surface wipes, Air Freshener, Water bottle...
A shaky sigh as he took up a mint and slipped it between his teeth. The knocking picked up again only encouraging him to rush... Something that anyone else would argue against. He slipped on his pink slippers, they kept the cold floor off his feet. It didn’t matter that he was wearing white-and-pink striped knee high fuzzy socks, the floor was still unbearably cold in his opinion. Moving over to his closet he grabbed a robe and threw it over his pretty white nightgown. He knew far too well that he would need to open the door and expose himself to the cold, as such despite the fact that his skin was mostly covered anyways, he wanted more clothes to protect him even further.
The stairs creaked under his weight, snatching the attention of his pokemon. His Gardevoir picked her head up and was quick to come to him. She was a sort of mother to him in a sense. Always watching out for him, in the end he was still young and nobody was here to take care of him, especially in times like this. There was Opal, but that woman was currently in town, having gifted the cottage located so deep in the tangle to the current gym leader... Someone who could use the privacy. The pokemon checked his temperature, shaking her head when she found it was too hot for her liking, before carefully walking with Bede over to the door. Now that she knew he was awake, she wasn’t going to be leaving his side lest he was in bed.
Bede took the handle of the door, nearly shrinking away in discomfort at how cold it was, before pulling it open. Who stood in the doorway was someone he wasn’t expecting. The other was upon the wooden porch, shielded from the rain which had begun to reach such a deep part of the tangle, the glowing mushrooms for which surrounded the blond’s house illuminating the others features. The gym leader’s face grew red as he realized just how much of a mess he must have looked -- in front of Hop of all people. Why was he here? Did he hear about the gym’s closing for the next few days? Was it through some other person like Opal or even some other rival they shared?
“Hop? Why are you here? Do you wanna pick up a disease or somethin’?” It was obvious he was too sick to care about sounding proper, not to mention his voice, being as distorted as it was, wouldn’t sound good like that anyways.