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[The Sneasel all look at each other before letting out a collective sigh. In the meantime, Weavile pops his head inside before heading out again- it's time to find Silver.

Provided that Hilda gains some semblance of clarity anytime soon, she'll notice everything else in the shack; a poor source of light, Silver's jacket hung up, the blanket covering her and the multitude of pillows to cushion her head, first aid supplies that have been left out and neatly ordered, medicine for her Pokémon, Feraligatr guarding the door. There's no food, however, and the place is otherwise pretty bare.]

[Eventually, she does, and tries to sit up.

That is such a wildly bad idea. The pain makes her vision white out, and she collapses again in a daze. After another few minutes to regain her wits, she feels around the back of her head. She doesn't smell blood or feel dampness on her hair, and... nope she doesn't see any red on her fingers when she pulls them back. Everything felt so fuzzy, so distant, and everything was just spinning so quickly. She looked over at Feraligatr.]

...oh... hey, buddy. C'mere, I missed you.

[Feraligatr thinks about it for a minute before heading over; he wedges his snout under her hand.

And Silver shows up moments later; he only pokes his head inside, however, and tries to stay quiet when he sees her with Feraligatr.]

Hey, man... glad to see you're okay...

[She scritches that nose! Even as she winces at the slightest movement of her head, which sends the room absolutely spinning. Dizzying...]

...Unless you're dead, then shame on you.

[Hilda.]

S' Silver okay?

[Feraligatr's not sure if she means right now or period. ...No matter which one it is, the answer is still confusing.

Of course, before he can really express concern with his face, Silver comes in.]

I'm fine. [And he's brought food.]

Good... did you feed Kyurem? I didn't check...

[Okay so she's still mostly in a state of confusion, she has a pretty bad concussion. It's evident in how sleepy her tone gets as she fades in and out of awareness.]

[Hilda, what are you talking ab...

...Oh.]

Don't worry about it. Just get some rest.

Man, you got in a fight...

...Wait, that was me, huh. Did I beat your butt good enough? You musta clocked me good, my head is killing me...

...Something like that. [But Hilda only punched him in the face. He's got bruises and injuries all over.

He'd put his jacket back on to cover it up, but there's a big red R on it and he can't take care of someone while making it so painfully obvious that he's a member of Team Rocket. If someone found them, they'd be in trouble. If he went out in it, he'd be in trouble and wouldn't be able to come back, and he refuses to leave Hilda alone like this, even if it means he'll get in even more trouble.

...As that thought stews, he takes his hung up jacket and carelessly tosses it into a corner of the shack, far out of sight and mind.]

[The images are floating in and out, and Hilda's trying to sort through them...]

I think I have brain damage. I keep thinking I saw you leading a Team. And that I can taste purple.

[...] What does purple taste like?

...Like grape soda, actually. But not as sugary. Because you know that grape soda doesn't actually taste like grape...

...You can't actually taste purple, Hilda. [Let's just. Set that straight.]

Yeah I know. I shouldn't be seeing sound either.

I should probably... go to a hospital...

The hospital we have is far away and I doubt you'd want to go there. I can't personally take you anywhere else.

I know you hate doctors, but man, I'm so messed up... if I pass out I don't think I'll wake up.

[She says it so casually...]

Then I can bring you, but I can't go in with you. [If she dies here, she'll still exist in her world.] You should be fine eventually as long as you don't move around.

[Her eyes roll back and she grimaces, the pain overtaking her for a minute.]

...Drag me outside, give The Dude enough room...

...What?

He'll fix me. Do it quick, I'm already starting to black out. Everything's spinning farther away.

[...He doesn't understand at all, but alright, fine. He's careful to support her head as he takes her outside.]

[The minute she feels the warmth of the sun, she reaches for one of the Ultra Balls stuffed deep in her pockets, weakly dropping it on the ground.

Arceus emerges, looking divine and celestial as ever. It needs no command, knowing what Hilda needed.

It lets out a soul-shaking roar, "rewinding" Hilda until it was mere moments before getting struck with debris. She gasps loudly and breathes quickly, grasping tightly onto Silver's shoulders as she came to her senses...]

[...And then she swings an awkwardly thrown punch at Silver's jaw.]

[Sorry was he supposed to react to the punch

he's a little busy staring at Arceus in sheer awe.]

You saw him, you saw me come back with The Dude, didn't you?? Look at me!

Why are you leading this Team? What the hell is wrong with you?