The dazed purple Kecleon found herself walking in the direction of the noodle house that Charles often stayed near. She couldn’t possibly go back to him yet, not until she was able to find a proper doctor. She wasn’t sure at all how she would pay for it, but she hoped she might have some leverage as the daughter of a heavy-hitting Merchant in the city. She was pretty aware how well her dad had been doing, and knew that she got a lot of freebies from shop owners in the hopes of not incurring his wrath. She’d become aware of all of that too recently.
Her focus seemed to shift at this point. Everything became sharper, clearer, and eventually she realized she was walking with a determination. The noodle shop owners would definitely have something to say. Those foreign Pokemon were always nicest, and these guys were top-tier in that department. Both the foreign and the niceness department, that was. They were super hard to understand at first, but eventually she had became used to their weird mannerisms and accent in the weeks prior. Furthermore, they were probably the only shop owners she could think of who seemed genuinely nice without a hint of pretense.
She gradually worked her shuffle into a frenzied jog, and then a full-on sprint. She was sure this was right. They’d help, even if her dad wouldn’t. They absolutely had to.
The adrenaline carried her the rest of the distance without exhausting her too entirely, and when she shoved her way into the door to meet the couple, she found the building to be mostly absent of customers. The few who were trying to enjoy their tea turned to look at her in a very disgruntled manner, silently chiding her for being a disruptive youngster. Maybe she would have minded another time, but not now. She rushed into the back behind the floral curtain separating the kitchen from the main dining and lounge area, and missed bumping into the Lickilicky (carrying trays of tea no less) by perhaps an inch.
“Oh!” she said, all surprise and no disdain, “watch out, child! What do you have to run in here quickly so like that?”
“Mon-mon! I need to know where a doctor is... there’s one in this city, right? Can you take me there? My friend’s really sick and I just don’t really know what to do and my dad didn’t wanna help with that so I...” but she trailed off here, realizing how ridiculous her query was. Mon-mon was in the middle of business hours, and Payapa hardly knew her. She’d spoken to her a few times after waiting for Charles sometimes before they played together, but it’s not like this stranger was really in any way obligated to help. And this struck her really hard, because it was evident this was going nowhere and Charles would probably...
Mon-mon spoke abruptly. “You need doctor? Shaman is there at edge of town in grove, if you like I can ask husband to watch shop so showing you?” Wearing a very grave expression, she set down her tray delicately. “Serious sick?”
Hardly believing her ears, Payapa took a moment to realize Mon-mon was asking a question. “Yes... yes, it’s very serious. I don’t know what’s wrong, but he can’t really even move much... he’s at my house, so can we go there first? I need to get him right away!”
She assented. “O-Kay! Let’s go Keku child house. Let me to tell Nom-nom where I go to, first.”
Part 18 of "Complementaries"