Camille frowned, watching as the ugly bird cawed and stretched out its wings. It didn't look very friendly...

"'vat an ugly pokemon," she whispered to herself.

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The month had passed, albeit slowly. It was time for Taylor to be released. The girls excitedly sat in the waiting room, wondering when Taylor was going to come out. He was probably getting more bandages, which Camille assumed he needed.

His wound was pretty awful.

Exercise? They'd be walking around a whole region; that had to get him back into shape in no time.

"I'm so 'appy!" Camille grinned. The doctor left, and Camille hugged him, making sure not to accidentally hurt him. "You're better!"

"I'm making sure to never land in a hospital ever again," Taylor groaned. He had enough of these places. They smelled like disinfectant.

Taylor smiled, hugging Lydia back tightly. Finally, their relationship could get somewhere. "I'm glad to be back."

"Aww," Camille smiled, happy that the two could finally be together.

Hopefully their streak of someone being in a hospital would end. It was getting tiring.

"Vell, 've do 'ave badges to get." Camille nodded. "Ve vere going to get 'ze one in Saffron, oui?" So they'd train outside the routes here, simple enough.

"I can handle that, no worries." Taylor broke the hug, but kept his hand around Lydia's. He was warned not to overwork himself for the first few days, possibly even a week.

Taylor narrowed his eyes at Remmy, holding back a retort. She wasn't the one recovering from getting shot, now, was she? He still had a few pains along his shoulder and arm. Whether the pokemon did the work or not, being careful would be a wise idea.

Camille cleared her throat, sensing the awkward silence. "Let's go, 've 'ave training to do..."

The scratches he got from that damn bird... Taylor only nodded, giving a small frown.

"Sabrina's a psychic type trainer, so we ought to use Ghost or Dark types. Psychic won't work against Steel, too." Taylor took out Gengar's pokeball. It was released onto the field, and it nuzzled his leg, happy to see its owner healthy again.

Camille went over her team. None of them had advantages over psychic, but if Dragonair had some training, she could get herself a lovely Dragonite. Scyther certainly could fight, too.

Dragonair flitted around Camille happily, eager to train. It seemed like it evolve too.

Camille turned to Remmy, stroking her Dragonair's head softly. "'vant to battle?"