#Reverse Pip the entire time: these attacks be useless

[mushroom-for-art]

Short little fic about @blues-sues Reverse Pip and my oc Nessa, basically what happens when you put a muted human in with a blinded muted two

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His wound itched, it was sore and it burned and it tore at his senses ripping up his nerves and sending tremors through his forearm, he wanted to scratch at it to rake and itch to the bone until the sensation stopped until he finally got peace. He wasn't allowed though he knew that if he scratched at it again he'd be in trouble, he stretched his arm and lightly rolled his wrist at the memory of the restraint that had been placed on him, pinning his whole arm to his side to prevent movement entirely. Moving his head in a shake he tried to push those memories away, the nipping of the metal parts on his skin and the coldness of it too.

He heard the door softly hiss as it slid open, usually the only warning he got before company as he tilted his head, from the area of the doorway he heard a knock, knuckles on metal doorway. He turned his head fully despite being unable to see, the aura outline unfocused and blurred, fading in and out of his senses as it floated across the room tracking the sound of heels on flooring better than the aura itself. They stopped but their aura continued to flicker and sway about in a way that was distracting, she moved her foot to tap the toe of her shoe into the floor with an audible set of thunks before loading supplies from different drawers and shelves onto a small metal trolley that clattered and wheezed on movement.

He heard it squeaking and struggle rattling across the floor despite the tiles being smooth as she pulled it over to him, by now any other would have dragged him over to where they wanted him, but if this was the same person she did it differently. The trolley went quiet as she stopped, he assumed she was somewhere in front of him now, the soft thump of her shoe on the tiles confirmed his suspicions that she must have been in front of him. He waited a moment to see what she would do or if she would give him an order, when none came he slowly lifted his bandages arm out in front of him presumably towards her.

He felt small warm hands take his hand on their own and her fingers squeezed around his digits in a way that was strange, if she was trying to cause harm to him she wasn't succeeding. One hand remained holding his thumb as the other moved up and stopped just before the bandaging, there was a pause as she looked at his face though he couldn't tell and after judging he seemed to know what she was doing she began to undress his wound.

He remained still as he stood in front of her feeling the bandaging come away from his arm and wound, the old bandages being placed in a waste bag that rustled. She moved to grab an antiseptic wipe from the medical supplies as the wound still oozed faintly due to the special ability of the other pokemon that had inflicted it. He felt the cool wet of the wipe just below his wound and his brows furrowed a little wondering if this person was just as hard sighted as him..

He was at least prepared for the sting as she cleaned his wound his muscles tensing but he remained still, her fingers squeezed his digit again as she wiped the wound clean like it was some odd combo attack, that still seemed very inefficient. With wound cleaned the wipe also went in the waste bag before she picked up a healing spray, her fingers tapped on the plastic bottle before she lightly swayed it from side to side the slosh of liquid inside reaching his ears. He heard her click the nozzle before feeling the liquid droplets scatter over his wound and skin, it didn't sting as much as the wipes did but had he not heard it may have still startled him.

Her hand released his thumb, and from the routine he knew now was the part where she applies a new bandage, he felt the fabric as she rewrapped his wound the snip of scissors once it was wrapped and felt it tighten as she tied it off but it wasn't uncomfortable not as tight as some of the others had done it, he heard the scissors clank on the metal trolley as they were placed back down before her hands held his once more and one hand patted the back of his hand. It was, a very pathetic attempt of a strike, if she could only achieve this type of contact she would surely be in harms way if a pokemon attacked her.

There was an uncomfortably loud buzz of static as a speaker overhead came to life, "If you're finished in there Vanessa put the equipment away and remove yourself from Mewtwos room," the voice had them both flinch for the volume and recognition of who it was. Her hands released his once more as he heard the trolley squeak and rattle as it was placed back where it had previously been stood, he could make out her shoes on the tiles as she moved back over to the door, knuckles tapped on metal frame again as she waved a hand goodbye, her aura moved in lines and dances just enough for him to make it out and he found his hand raised enough to tilt side to side to return a wave back before the hiss of the door sliding shut left him alone in his room once more.

At least his wound didn't ache and itch so much anymore..