Hypno's Lullaby (IC)

[Giratina]

Come little children, come with me
Safe and happy you will be
Away from your homes, now let us run
With Hypno, you'll have so much fun

Oh, little children, please don't cry
Hypno wouldn't hurt a fly
Be free, be free be free to play
Come down in my cave with me to stay

Oh, little children, please don't squirm
Those ropes, I know, will hold you firm
Hypno tells you this is true
But sadly, Hypno lied to you

Oh, little children, you mustn't leave
Your families for you will grieve
Their minds will unravel at the seams
Allowing me to haunt their dreams

But surely, all of you must know
That it is time for you to go
Oh, little children, you weren't clever
Now you shall stay with me forever

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"Phil, get over here!" one of the campers cried. There was the rustling of bushes, and a tall man tripped, falling on his face. He swore blindly, his arms covered in cuts and bruises.

"Wha- oh my god. Call an ambulance." he murmured, rushing over to what his friend was staring at. As the other man started to search for a hot-spot, he went over all he knew in first aid, which wasn't much, on the comatose frail boy. He tried to pry him from the unconscious Deino, to no avail. He gripped onto the Pokemon as if his life depended on it. "Hurry the hell up!" Phil called, and got a harsh retaliation in response. He didn't care though, they boy's safety was the only thing on his mind.

---

Two years. Two long, torturous years of his absence. The memories flashed back, threatening to drown her yet again.

"If you hate me so much, maybe you should just run away!"

"Fine, maybe I will then!" Matthew retaliated, taking a stand in the yard. The cold weather outside bit Grace's ears, and she wanted this to be over so she could retreat to her books. They weren't cold.

"See if I give a damn, you twerp!" Grace yelled from the door frame, and slammed the door shut.

"The last thing I said to him..." Grace started at her brother's limp body, numbness filling the void he had left. They had finally found him, but... what of his condition? He was incredibly thin, she could count most of the bones in his upper torso. She laid her hand on his, hoping to gain a response, even a twitch. Nothing. "I'm so sorry... Matthew." she sniffed, a tear falling down her cheek. She turned to see a nurse enter, followed by a doctor. The nurse started administering differing drugs to the boy, and went to check on the monitors of the various machines he was hooked up to.

"I'm Doctor Malarie Garcia, and this is my assistant, Johnathon. Are you the parent or guardian?" the doctor asked, extending her hand. Grace shook it, smiling back at her. She wiped her eye, and looked back at Matthew.

"I'm his guardian." she said, and grabbing the form the doctor handed her.

"Well, let me start off with, he's very lucky. Many who get abducted by Hypno are never found. As of the now, he's recovering from his treatment by the Pokemon." she started, taking the form back. Glancing at it, she nodded, and handed it to Johnathon. "Malnourishment, especially at this stage, must be dealt with very carefully. He'll be in the ICU at least a week, and another three months in the hospital. After that, he will still need to remain on a balanced diet and still take vitamin supplements. Though he should be able to function as he did before, physically. Mentally... well, I would strongly suggest therapeutic sessions, with a trained psychologist. Hypnos... the experiences they give can by traumatic. Also, the two men that reported him said he was near a Deino with minor wounds, and he clung to it like a life raft. It's in out Poke-Center, awaiting your pick-up. Here's a slip." the doctor finished, and handed Grace a piece of paper, then the two left the room.

Grace sunk back into her chair, the only thing running through her mind was one phrase.

'What have I done?'

[Soul Sam]

"Dei! Deinoo!" The small quadrped pokemon had been brought into him, adif in hopes of rousing the small, frail, destroyed boy. The pokemon seemed to be crying, refusing to leave the boy's side, sitting near his cheek. "Dei...Deii!" It wailed, licking at Matthew's nose ad cheek, tears dripping onto his brusied form. Giving in, the mall dark and dragon type moved to his lap, sitting in it. "Dei!" The pokemon growled angrily at the nurse whom attmpted to move it, still protecting her trainer. Though she knew she shouldn't battle, he was ready to defend her friend, her owner, her pack member with his life.

Her previous master had died at Hypno's hand, mere days before Matthew was stolen away. She had failed to protect her, so Matthew was the Pokemon's new guard. He wa to be protected, she thought of him as a child to her, for nobody else. Looking at the older human girl holding her "son"'s hand, she allowed her to stay. The name she had heard her called, was one she knew. It was her master's sister.

"G-Gwacie..." A small, weak voice escaped the boy's lips as he hardly awoke, unable to move. "S-owwy fow yelling.." He still spoke with a speech impediment, somethng h was unable to get rid off.

[Giratina]

Grace tried to smile at the Deino's behavior. She was protective of Matthew at least. She reached out, stroking the creature's fur. It was somewhat rough, scaly. Like Crescent's, but more tough. Sighing, her gaze returned to her sibling. What if he never fully recovered?

'No, can't think like that. she thought, trying to stay positive. It was not easy, though optimism would be vital. If not for herself, than for him.

"G-Gwacie... s-owwy for yelling..." a voice said, and she gasped. His lips had barely moved, but still, he was alive! Her heart jumped, she had never felt so happy in her life, never felt so relieved as this. Emotion surged through her, and she couldn't contain her herself. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, though they were not tears of sorrow, those had been exhausted. They were tears of joy. Raw joy.

"God Matthew, it's okay." she sobbed, looking into his eyes. "It okay now, I promise..." said through the tears, unable to keep from sobbing, but also unable to keep a smile from spreading across her. She stroked his hair, grateful for him to be alive.

'He's okay now... he's going to be okay.'

[Soul Sam]

He move his head a little, to reast againt her hand, glad to see her again. Coughing a little, he close his eyes and snuggled up to her, ignoring the pain in his from, just needing his sister's hold, to feel happy and safe in her embrace. Coughing more, her snuggles into her side, closing the gap between them. Hell, it felt like he was being torn apart, but he felt warm and safe, getting the embrace that he missed, kissing her cheek..

"Love you sis"

[Giratina]

Grace nodded, pressing the boy's hand onto her cheek. It felt warm. Barely, almost cold, but warm nevertheless. The monitors of the machine beeped irregularly as Matthew's sudden movement caused his pulse to jump. They settled down however, and soon resumed their steady, constant beeping as Matthew stilled. He was pressed into her side now, completely noting his dependence on her. It was somewhat overwhelming. But more than that, it was... honoring.