The morning greeted her with a rush of soggy, tasteless food, medication and needles. The bustle of hospital life surrounded her, the halls alive with constant movement as doctors and nurses scurried to keep their tight schedules, their footfalls accompanied by the steady hum of machinery.

She struggled to keep herself relaxed, the energetic, organised chaos outside the door slowly sinking its tender hooks into her until the energy had her alert and buzzing. The need to do something other than sit here in the too-blank room with its looming walls drove her out into the recreation room, where she was able to sit and do a puzzle, of what appeared to be, funnily enough – a pikachu. The sight of it made her laugh to herself; whoever brought it in must have been a fellow Pokémon fan.

Hours passed in the little, green walled room, time spent on jigsaws and crossword puzzles. There was a small TV in the far corner playing reruns of some soap opera that Evelyn didn't recognise.

The only other occupant was an elderly woman, frail and delicate; she wouldn't appear out of place sitting on a couch, with a cat or two and knitting something from a ball of yarn. Instead she appeared engrossed in the television, eyes trained on the screen as she fiddled with her steely grey hair. Neither occupant acknowledged the other, instead choosing to sit conversationally mute in favour of peaceful silence, the TV creating a static drone in the background.

Lunchtime brought a nurse looking for her – a dumpy woman that she hadn't met before. She wore a surly expression and came with a grumpy attitude, as though she was displeased to be here. She was dragged back to her room without introducing herself, while muttering about disrespectful children and long shifts, sourness coating her actions.

A new round of pills was forced onto the girl and she took them hastily, having no desire to incense the cranky woman, opting to keep the peace instead. She was rewarded with barked orders that left her confined in her room, disgruntled as she sat, picking at her lunch, the nurses' bedside manner chaffing at her.

She let her discontentment flavour her food as she chewed the nurses' irritation a contagious thing. It made her feel better when she levelled the woman with a petty glare when she made a second appearance, announcing that Evelyn had visitors. The petulant little act of retaliation made her feel happier and she turned to greet her guest with a genuine smile gracing her face.

She figured that it was her mother, come to see her, certain that the hospital had informed the hardworking woman that her daughter had awoken, which was why it took her by surprise when two police officers entered, their crisp blue uniforms contrasting against the white walls.

There was an air of distanced professionalism surrounding the pair as they strode into the room - the picture of neutral authority. The years they had spent in the police force had built for them a shield of impassiveness, protecting them from the trauma and heartbreak that they often had to witness working in this job.

Their presence worried Evelyn and an irrational, childish, fear wormed its way into the pit of her stomach as they approached. She had never spent much time around the police before, and their sudden interest in her scared her, the unexpectedness of their arrival and her lack of understanding as to why they were here, visiting her specifically caused her to unknowingly curl herself back into the thin mattress of the bed.

The elder of the two officers frowned as he stepped forwards, taking in her hunched body posture. Experience had taught him that a person's body language was important – people could lie, but their body language often told truths. By the looks of it, the girl was guarded and unsure, or possibly afraid. Interesting.

He glanced at his partner, and received a raised eyebrow in return, a long standing gesture between the two that meant that they had seen something potentially worth investigating. He tilted his head slightly in acknowledgement of the gesture – they would figure out what was going on.

He moved closer to the bed, aware of wary eyes that didn't quite meet his following his path. Casually, he pulled out the lone chair in the room and settled onto its old, creaky, surface, doing his best to shift the aloof mask that he usually wore on the job into something more approachable and easy going. Softly, he spoke to the girl, using the same calm voice that he would use on his grandson.

"There's no need to be so tense, there's nothing to worry about. We're not here to harm you." Muscles tensed and then eased as they picked up on the reassuring tones. Injured arms hugged bony knees less tightly as timid, cautious eyes peered through uneven light brown bangs. Soothingly the officer added "We're only here to ask a few questions about the bus accident."

The girl watched as the woman shifted closers, stopping to stand to the side of the man's chair. Gently, she introduced herself. "I'm Senior Constable Winters and this is Detective Moore." She let the majority of the professionalism slip out from her voice as she added "We need to get a witnesses' account from you to complete our report."

Evelyn relaxed, the laid-back nature of the duo smoothing out the creases of foolish anxiety that had gripped her. She felt sheepish for assuming that she was in trouble, it seemed the snippets from crime dramas on the TV had gotten to her- she forgot that the cops dealt with more than just criminals. Letting her arms fall from their embrace around her knees she instead let her hands drift out to play with the pen that one of the lunch ladies had lent her. "What do you want to know?"

She missed the smirk that couple exchanged. They had become rather good at interrogating people over the years, and this looked like it was going to be an easy job. They preferred it to go that way, it made for less time spent on paperwork when everyone co-operated.

The Senior Constable moved her attention back to the girl. She was fiddling with a pen, eyes downcast. Shy, most likely, she observed mentally. Calmly, she explained the report process. "All we really need are your basic details, a few statements on what you saw, your medical files on any injuries that you received and a signature. All you really have to do is fill out a few forms" she paused, taking in the girl's damaged right arm, "if you can write that is. If not one of us will copy down your answers for you."

Evelyn shook her head. "I can write" she said, picking up the pen in her left hand. She watched as Senior Constable Winters searched though the bag at her hip, pulling out different forms and a Manilla envelope. She was the surprised that the bag could fit that much; it didn't look that big.

"I guess it's lucky you're left handed" Detective Moore commented, the trace of a smile lingering in his voice. "I usually get stuck scribing for people. That and all the reports I've had to write in my old age, well, my hand hurts just thinking about it," he attempted to joke. Evelyn paused, unsure as to whether she should take the grey haired man seriously, while Constable Winters rolled her eyes in exasperation while muttering something that sounded suspiciously along the lines of "barmy old codger."

Evelyn decided to go along the safer route and ignore the half-hearted crack. "Uh, actually, Mr Moore…I mean Detective Moore sir, I'm ambidextrous." She had fallen down the stairs when she was thirteen and broken her arm, necessity teaching her how to use her left hand, the habit hadn't left her.

Detective Moore rose an eyebrow at her. "That's an impressive talent you have. You don't really meet lots of people who can use both hands." He watched her for a moment, taking in the slightly startled smile she gave him. "Call me Vato" he added kindly. It would be better to keep the girl on friendly terms, lest she withdrew from them.

She gave him a real smile in response this time. "Only if you call me Evelyn." She said, reaching out to take the forms that Constable Winters was handing her.

The police had left, with a promise that they would return if they needed anything from her. Three days had passed since their departure, leaving Evelyn trapped within a drab routine. The majority of her time was spent in what she was referring to in her mind as 'The Green Room'. There she could escape into jigsaw puzzles and meaningless chatter with other patients on her ward, very much preferred to the frenzied feeling of panic that would grip her when she spent too long in her room – the cause of which the doctors had told her was most likely a form of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The Green Room however, was not enough to distract her from the pressing topic that had plagued her thoughts recently. After the police had left, she had come to solve the niggling little riddle at the back of her mind - her family had yet to visit her.

The lack of colour in her room had drawn her to the conclusion. When she had broken her arm, her brothers and sister had left her multitudes of cards and coloured pictures for her very brief, overnight stay. Considering she had been here for almost a month now, the complete lack of personal effects in her room had her incredibly worried. What was making things worse was that the nurses never mentioned anything about her family, - no reports of phone calls from her mother checking to see how she was, no mentions of visits from when she was unconscious, no tales of the twins curious antics, nothing at all. It hurt her.

She tried not to think about it, but her mind drifted towards it often, unable to leave the subject alone. She had gone from possibility to possibility about why they hadn't visited. Everything from maybe they haven't been told what hospital I'm in to maybe they think I'm dead to maybe they're dead. Her lines of thinking had coated her with a dark, brooding air, absorbing most of her concentration and causing her to miss the way the nurses glanced at her from the corners of their eyes as they passed by.

Her attitude slowly started to dwindle into something sullen and snappish, the nurses had realised. Tendrils of concern unfurled within them as they kept watch of her. Behaviour such as hers wasn't uncommon within the busy, bustling walls of the hospital, and often it came with a trigger. They watched, waiting to see if she would start to show other signs of irritability or anger.

Her grim moods had started to lengthen, she had found herself unable to stop the amount of ominous thoughts she'd been having, anxiety and unease muddling together to create murky depths that ensnared her on gloomy possibilities and what ifs. It was in this state that Officers Moore and Winters returned to find her, disquiet radiating from the lines of her body.

Vato Moore felt his eyes narrow as he took in the girl, her body screaming of a troubling matter. This time however, it wasn't their presence that had caused it. Her head snapped up at his knock on the door, and her face quickly showed her confusion.

Winters shot him a look, trying to signal him from the corners of his eyes, but he chose to ignore her. For now, he would focus on the kid.

"Detective Moore, I wasn't expecting to see you here again." She said softly, a touch of worry colouring through her voice.

"We weren't expecting to be back either." was Winters brusque reply, glaring at Vato as she stepped further into the room. Apologetically she added "it seems that a few of the details in the accident report are a bit out of order, we came to clarify a few things."

"Oh" was all Evelyn said, some kind of tension draining out of her body. Vato made sure to make a mental note of it, something was up with this kid.

Winters had caught it too, by the looks of her raised eyebrows. "Do you mind if I use a voice recorder?" The kid shook her head, no. Winters pulled out her recording device "I'll just start asking you a couple of questions then."

Evelyn nodded her head. "Okay." Winters turned the voice recorder on.

"Well, first of all, we wanted to double check the name of the school you attend." Winters started, her voice automatically slipping into something Vato privately thought of as "Spanish Inquisition Mode".

"Trumnan District High School" Evelyn said, spelling it when Winters asked, as well as giving an address. Vato felt something in his breath catch as she answered, the first signs of worry beginning to grip him.

His worry continued to rise as Evelyn continued to answer questions, her answers weren't lining up with the other reports they had. He cleared his throat to signal Winters to wrap the questions up, this had gone downhill badly, it was time for them to find out what was going on.

Winters easily interpreted his signal. Gently she asked her last question. "Evelyn, what city do you live in?"

Evelyn stared at her like she was mad. The poor thing has no clue Vato thought.

Her reply was slow, as though she was talking to a deranged person "Mitoplye City." She said.

Winters stared at him hard, silently trying to figure out what their best course of action was.

"What's going on?" was Evelyn's very confused question, panic starting to lace her voice.

Vato gave a heavy mental sigh before stepping forwards, moving to lay a comforting hand on the girls arm.

"Evelyn" he started quietly. " Senior Constable Winters and I are worried that you might have hit your head harder than first thought. We talked to your doctor about this earlier, he said there was a distinct change of memory damage."

She turned frightened eyes towards him, her bottom lip quivering. "What do you mean?" was the barely audible question.

Vato frowned, unhappy to have to say this to someone who had obviously gone through so much trauma already.

"Evelyn, as far as we are aware, there is no such place as Mitoplye City".

Her breathing sped up, hysteria beginning to overtake her. "Where are we then?"

It was Winters who answered, and Internally Vato was glad that he wasn't forced to say it.

" You're in Saffron City kid."

Yup, kicking things into gear. You probably noticed the change from First to Third person. It will probably stay like this for the rest of the story, and most likely I'll go back and re-do the first two chapters to match. I felt too much like I was writing up a teenaged girls diary, and that's not where I wanted to head with this. I feel like it will also be a lot easier for me to write other characters and such later on - I certainly found it easier to write this scene this way.

Just wanted to add that it is very unlikely that I'm going to add a pairing in this, - I want this story to be about the adventure more than anything. I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but that's my decision.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, and I likely never ever will.

Thank you so very, very much for the reviews, faves and follows. It's more than I expected for my first story and it means a lot to me – it might sound silly, but I'm sentimental like that. Please do keep it up, you have no Idea how much I appreciate it.

I'm so sorry that this took me so long to get out, honestly I completely forgot about this. I got caught up in the whirlwind of life, my bad haha.

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know what you think.

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