#my next one will (hopefully) be blue öyster cult!!

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Ann, Enrique, and Louis all returned to the camp safely, with Björk flying over to greet them. “Enrique. I see you’ve made it back.”

“Sí. Help our friend here. The Blue Öyster Cult really messed him up.”

Enrique handed Louis off to the Dragonite, then pushed Ann forward. “Go with Björk, and give the herbs to all of your amigos. They’ll be back up in no time.”

The Charmeleon nodded, clearly still a bit distressed over Louis. “O-Okay.” She said, beginning to follow after the Dragonite.

Enrique noticed out of the corner of his eye that Florence was coming towards him, looking upset. He quickly grabbed Ann’s shoulder and pulled her back. “And Ann? Your hermano will be fine. He’s in good hands.”

The Charmeleon nodded, wiping some tears from her eyes. “Right. Thanks, Enrique. For coming back for us.”

“You’re welcome, señorita. Now go.” The Quaquaval pushed her along to catch up to Björk. He began to cough for a few moments, noting the blood in his hand, and turned to face Florence with a clear of his throat. “Amiga, how are you-”

The Umbreon, holding onto her left knee for support, interrupted Enrique by slapping him across the face. His head recoiled back, and after a moment his head turned back to face Florence, noticing that she was crying. She held onto her knee with both hands for support. “What the hell is this I hear about Ann and Louis doing work for you?”

Enrique grabbed onto Florence, being mindful of his blood covered hand and guiding her to a seat near the bonfire, then sitting down next to her. “Allow me to explain. I’m Enrique, I worked with Zappa in the past. We were in need of an herb to help bring your party to full health, and to make a burn ointment. Ann and Louis volunteered to go so my people weren’t stretched thin.”

Florence listened intently, with Enrique rubbing her back gently. “I am thankful for their help, but… I take full responsibility for their injuries. The other clans here know not to attack my people, and I was so used to my own people not getting hurt that I didn’t realize the clans would see them as targets.”

Florence sat silently, and eventually nodded. “I see. If I ask Ann she will back your story up?”

“Yes. I promise you. You have nothing to worry about.” The Quaquaval then descended into another coughing fit, one that lasted longer than the first one. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered in blood, along with blood that trickled down his mouth. “Mmgh… Dammit…”

Florence looked over at Enrique, noting the blood. “Your hand…”

“Don’t worry. It’s noth-”

“Enrique…” Björk landed in front of the two. “Zappa is awake, as well as the others, but, um…” The Dragonite went quiet for a few moments.

Florence stood up, slightly worried. “But what?”

“The Machamp… Avett I believe his name is? He… Didn’t make it. There was too much internal trauma, bleeding in the brain from the fall. There wasn’t anything else we could do for him. I’m… I’m sorry.” Björk solemnly bowed.

Florence gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. She was at a loss for words, as was the rest of the group. But back at the tent that Avett was in, screaming could be heard from Remi. 

“Take me to her…” Florence looked at Björk, who then nodded and picked the Umbreon up and flew to the tent. They landed and opened the tent, see Remi on her knees, slightly pushing against Avett’s body.

“Uncle Avett… Get up… Come on…” She paused, beginning to cry and then slamming a fist on his chest. “Get up, dammit! You survived this long! You can’t go out like this!” She looked hopefully at Avett for a moment, expecting him to wake up. When he didn’t, her paws fell to her side, completely defeated.

Florence hopped out of Björk’s arms, and walked over to Remi. She wrapped her arms tightly around the Floatzel. “He’s gone, Rem… He’s gone…”

Remi’s cries began to grow louder, as she rocked herself back and forth in an attempt to calm herself down. She looked back up at Avett’s lifeless body.

“Uncle Avett!”