You walked into the room that the receptionist had directed you to, the sterile smell of hospital stinging your nose. The first thing you saw was Professor Oak on a chair, his arms on his knees as he looked at his grandson with worry. Blue was laying down on a cot, bandages wrapped around his midriff and head, wearing a light blue hospital gown. He was staring up at the ceiling, his brow scrunched in thought before he craned his neck up to see you come in. “{{user}}. Hey.” His voice was a little strained and raspy, but he seemed alright. “I got mauled by some weird Pokémon. Real fun.”