And I've complained.

[miniworth]

Who: miniworth and usedrage
Where: Goldenrod City Pokémon Center
When: January 24th, 7PM
Summary: Miles wakes up, there is not enough drama, and he'll probably have Ken anger-facing about Miles' sister.
Rating: ...PG-13?

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[usedrage]

Ken had only allowed himself to close his eyes a few minutes prior, soon after his Pokemon had fallen asleep in the corner. Rom had fallen asleep in his arms, and as his head fell forward, the Minun's ears brushed his nose.

Groggily, at the sound of Miles' waking, he lifted his head. He blinked, twice, rubbed his eyes, and leaped to his feet (sending the chair flying back into the wall). He couldn't contain a grin of excitement, even though he knew that there was a good chance that Miles wouldn't be happy after this. But he woke up, he was okay. Nine days of worrying and (akldnfadsf), he was awake again.

"Miles-san!"

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Miles blinked, and blinked once more, groggily. His whole body, even his mind, felt heavy, like a weight that was dragging him lower and lower into the bed he was on, or back into the dark room in Germany he'd just closed his eyes in.

He licked his lips - dry - and his throat felt rather parched, as well. He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Ken."

Moving his hands, he made an attempt to sit himself up. It was difficult; his muscles felt weak, his body just so darn heavy as he pushed himself to sitting. The movement caused a dull ache to start near his temple, a dizzy spell as blood rushed through his veins as if it hadn't in days - and he closed his eyes momentarily before turning to his friend.

...Ken Amada did not look as if nine months had passed between their last meeting.

"What-- how long has it been?"

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Ken immediately scrambled to help him. "You shouldn't move." Nervously, hesitantly, aware that he would have pushed any assistance away himself, he supported Miles' shoulders with his hands. "You've been asleep for nine days. You're probably really hungry and thirsty--um--"

He looked back and forth in half a panic for the pitcher of water he'd replaced every day, whenever he'd felt it necessary. Romulus had already scrambled forward and began carefully pushing it closer to Miles' bed.

"Everybody's been really worried about you. You fell asleep, and..." Quiet, not letting go, he looks away. He doesn't want to admit that he'd been unsure that Miles would wake up.

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"Nine days?" No matter Ken looked the same.

Raising a hand, he placed it on Ken's shoulder. The fabric of the boy's jacket felt so familiar and comforting - rough, worn, much more familiar than the pristine coats he had to wear in Germany. He grasped onto the fabric, his eyes moving up to look around the room more. He spotted Pess, lying in a corner with the rest of the smaller Pokémon piled around her. They looked well, and Miles immediately knew that he had Ken to thank for it.

At his friend's faltering words, he offered a small smile.

"I'm back. I told you I'll be."