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Amet had finally caught sight of the Center. He considered himself lucky - the directional signs pointing to the building were just as worn as the rest of the city. The last 'battle' he had nearly took out his Pokemon - Vampa was close to fainting, Fenice was back in his ball, and Fae was in his other arm. That horde of Geodude on the route before had nearly taken him out, had it not been for a stroke of luck.

''We're almost there, guys. Hang in there''. As if Vampa read his mind, it let out a little chirp. Maybe the Torchic read his emotions, the stressed and scared look on his face. For all his time wandering the Pokemon world, he never felt this unsafe before. The paranoia set in. He ran.

Now at the door and almost out of breath, Amet opened the door and slumped against the wall, not noticing the other person inside. Collecting himself after a few moments, he walked over to Nurse Joy, placing his Eevee on the counter and cradling Vampa.

"Nurse Joy, could you heal my Pokemon?"