Elizabeth watched with an intensity shown by very few. There was a fire in her eyes that was showing, quite clearly, that she cared a lot for her Pokémon and even though Grumpig was clearly a skilled medical Pokémon, Elizabeth had tensed, getting ready to pounce on him if he so much as [i]grazed[/i] Misdreavus by accident. Misdreavus lay in her lap, out cold and unmoving, as each barb was methodically removed. Elizabeth's hand wrapped around the end of her short, stubby arm, as if she was holding Misdreavus' hand to comfort the little thing.

It seemed that Elizabeth wouldn't even eat the Pecha berry, which was borderline stupid, but as soon as the last barb from Misdreavus was removed she took small, polite nibbles. Elizabeth pulled a face - even though she was in pain, sprawled on the floor, slowly slipping into unconsciousness from a poison...she still had time to be fussy about her food. At least she didn't have the gall to complain about the taste.

She too felt the odd, infinite stretch of time in her head. Whilst Rudy could busy himself with his own thoughts - at least, that's what Elizabeth assumed, since he certainly wasn't focusing much on the task at hand - Elizabeth had nothing to think about. Her mind was just as blank as her features, and all she could focus on was the pain, and the worry for Misdreavus - but even now, after worrying for so long, the tightening of her chest and the urge to hyperventilate and fall into hysterics became almost second-hand. As was said before; each second did stretch out forever whilst wounded.

Another thought probed the inside of her mind. She started to wonder where the Professor was and why she wasn't being treated with an antidote yet. Idly, Elizabeth shifted her weight; it was a good thing she was wounded since she really, really felt like telling her father about this situation...but unfortunately, she couldn't move her limbs a lot to do so. [i]"Besides,"[/i] thought Elizabeth glumly, [i]"He's probably in a meeting."[/i]