She can’t remember exactly why she’s in Alola. But she’s enjoying it nonetheless. The ground is warm beneath her feet, the Pokemon are strong, and the food is decent.
So finding a fallen boy near a Pokecenter startles her. And he looks really beat up. She … might have to deal with this herself. At least she has her travel bag with her today, so she’ll have the regulation aid kit on her.
Crouching, she slips her bag off her shoulder, and starts digging out anything useable.
“Y’ going to tell me what happened to you? You look awful.”
The sound of a voice brought some desperate energy back to Dingo’s body. He was about to beg for help, but the remnants of his pride drained away what gratitude he had found, and turned it into sarcasm.
“What d’you think ?” Dingo wheezed, wondering why the girl had to point out the obvious. “I was tapdancing, and I tripped.”
He wanted to straighten his posture against the tree, but the flesh on his back was so raw that the slightest movement tore a hiss from him. Cleaning up his face would be the priority, and perhaps checking that his skull was intact. The rest of the wounds needed thorough disinfection as well.