For Grace_Everdeen

   Rosa winced in pain. "Ahh." She cringed, her whole face scrunching together. Her Pokemon all worridly surrounded her, unable to provide much help to their wounded trainer. They too, cringed at the thought of what had happened.

*Earlier*

"I'm beat." Rosa said through her pants. She rested her hands on her knees, bending over a bit. Her head hung down, looking down at her sneakers. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and lowering with each breath.

  They had just run through the desert resort, fighting Pokémon along the way. Now, Rosa looked around for a good spot to rest.

  "Servine! That rock over there! Let's go sit on it!" With what little energy she had left, Rosa jogged, slowly, to the "rock". She exhaled again as she sat down.

  Suddenly, she felt pain surge through her right leg. The rock had also been elevated. Rosa peered over the edge of the rock, in order to see a Crustle's face. Sweat beading her forehead as she began to panic, the pain growing and growing.

  She was then lifted up into the air awkwardly. The Crustle had elevated his pincher, before jumping up. He hurled Rosa a few feet away, growling. After that, he simply retreated.

  Rosa was sent flying through the air. As she landed, the pain got even worse. She landed on her stomach. She felt even more pain in her right leg. She used her hands to raise her upper body up, examing her body.

  Her leg had been twisted in an unnatural position, but not too unnatural. She could at least look at it. She was coved in bruises, sand, and pebbles. Just when she thought it was over, she felt a sharp pain on her left arm.

  She looked over to see a Joltik, biting her. She swatted the small Pokemon away from her.

  "Don't Joltik live in forests? Why is it in the desert?" Rosa asked herself. She just sat there, waiting for the pain to go away. She tried to move her right leg, but immediately stopped. The pain surging through her leg, she decided to wait for help.

  Like that was going to work. She waited for half an hour but no one came. Things kept getting worst. At the moment, she was starving, had a Joltik sting on her left arm, was cover in rocks, was out of water, had nothing useful in her bag, really had to go pee, and may or may not have broken her leg.

  Her Pokemon surrounded her. One of her Pokemon was a flying type. It was getting dark. None had any berries on them, and none knew any healing moves. Staraptor had flown off to get help, but was unsure as to when he would get back.

  So Rosa tried to think about the positive things. She couldn't. So, the normally cheery girl, sulked.

*30 Minutes Later*

  Staraptor had gotten lucky. He found a certain trainer who he knew would help.

  Hugh.

  Staraptor saw the boy out of the corner of his left eye. Staraptor kept track of these sort of things.

  Anyways, he made a loud, pain inducing schreech. The trainer looked his way immediately. The intelligent bird grabbed a twig out of a nearby tree. He went to a clear patch of land, and attempted to write. He had picked up on writing from Rosa, but he lacked the ability to write neatly.

  "Rosa is burt?" Hugh studied the writing. Staraptor shook his head. "Then, Rosa is hurt?" Staraptor is nodded. "And she needs my help?" Once again, the bird shook his head. "Lead me to her."

  After a short jog, Hugh found Rosa. She immediately noticed him, taking the opportunity to crack her signature smile. Hugh smiled as well.

  "Rosa, who hurt you?" He asked her, leaning down to examine the wounds.

  "Just a Crustle. It was my fault. Oh! And I got stung by a Joltik." Rosa explained.

  "I'll take you to the Pokemon center. Hold still." He leaned down and attempted to pick her up. However, she winced.

  "It hurts, I'm sorry." Hardly thinking, Hugh leaned down even more. He leaned closer until his lips pressed against her cheek. He blushed profoundly.

  "S-Sor-" He started.

   "N-No, it's okay. I-I actually feel better now." A red faced Rosa cut him off. So, Hugh picked her up, and carried her bridal style to the pokecenter.

Sorry, it's late. I suffer from writer's block. But I forced myself to try. And yes, I know there are other requests, bare with me.

Sorry that it's sh*t, I feel like sh*t right now. Also, too lazy to check for grammer. Please kill me.