Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon, sorry
The female eevee gasped as a sharp pain rippled through her side. Something was wrong. Anxiously she licked her side barely feeling the rough edges of her tongue sifting her thick fur/ Normally grooming calmed her, but not now. The pain was too overwhelming. It was a sharp agony filled with an underlying throb of dull pain.
Her three cubs, newly hatched, whimpered. Their eyes were still closed and their little nubs of ears weren't functioning yet, but they could sense her distress. The two females mewed faintly huddling together pitifully. The male, off to the side, bawled in protest. He was always so loud. Usually the mother would simply hush him tolerantly, but today she couldn't take the sharp, plaintive noise. It tore through her head.
She lashed out feebly with a front paw. At the last moment a shudder ran through her and she clipped the cub rather than belting him. Unaware of how close he had come to a fateful injury the male bawled all the louder. The female eevee snarled then shrunk back, ashamed. How could she strike her offspring? Filled with a new kind of pain she retreated to the side of her den where she couldn't hurt them.
"She's getting worse Richard."
The eevee barely heard the strange, disembodied voice that hovered above her. Her dull, clouded eyes were turned inward.
"I know." Another voice answered then sighed. There was a shuffling noise and the top broke off.
The female eevee shrieked in pain and buried her face in her paws to avoid the light that shone down. It was bright and unnatural.
"So what are you going to do?" The first voice asked sounding rather mystified.
A large human hand descended in to the box. Rough nails and tough calluses marked the owner of the hand a workingman. A hand use to hard labor. It moved slowly, deliberately. The large fingers curled and gently stroked the mother eevee on her back. Feeling the alien touch she swung around and tried to bury her teeth into his flesh. The hand made a calculated jerk avoiding the sharp teeth.
"What else can I do?" The one called Richard sighed. There was hesitation in his voice and sadness. "Take the pups away and hope she gets better."
The large hand gently scooped up one of the little golden furred females. She mewed weakly then snuggled deeply into his cupped palm.
"And if she doesn't?" The other persisted.
The first hand was joined by a second. The second moved slowly. It slid under the second female who was whining and shivering. Feeling the touch the helpless cub relaxed.
"What do you think?" Richard snapped unhappily.
The two females were shuffled into one hand freeing the other to retrieve the now screaming male. Rather than relax trustingly when the big hand stroked him he cried even louder. When the rough fingers started to wrap around his pudgy middle he clawed and struggled.
"The needle?"
The three cubs were shuffled into a makeshift bed. Automatically the two females groped blindly until they found one another. Then they curled into a furry blob. The male made one last squawk then subsided.
"Yes."
The female eevee gasped as a sharp pain rippled through her side. Something was wrong. Anxiously she licked her side barely feeling the rough edges of her tongue sifting her thick fur/ Normally grooming calmed her, but not now. The pain was too overwhelming. It was a sharp agony filled with an underlying throb of dull pain.
Her three cubs, newly hatched, whimpered. Their eyes were still closed and their little nubs of ears weren't functioning yet, but they could sense her distress. The two females mewed faintly huddling together pitifully. The male, off to the side, bawled in protest. He was always so loud. Usually the mother would simply hush him tolerantly, but today she couldn't take the sharp, plaintive noise. It tore through her head.
She lashed out feebly with a front paw. At the last moment a shudder ran through her and she clipped the cub rather than belting him. Unaware of how close he had come to a fateful injury the male bawled all the louder. The female eevee snarled then shrunk back, ashamed. How could she strike her offspring? Filled with a new kind of pain she retreated to the side of her den where she couldn't hurt them.
"She's getting worse Richard."
The eevee barely heard the strange, disembodied voice that hovered above her. Her dull, clouded eyes were turned inward.
"I know." Another voice answered then sighed. There was a shuffling noise and the top broke off.
The female eevee shrieked in pain and buried her face in her paws to avoid the light that shone down. It was bright and unnatural.
"So what are you going to do?" The first voice asked sounding rather mystified.
A large human hand descended in to the box. Rough nails and tough calluses marked the owner of the hand a workingman. A hand use to hard labor. It moved slowly, deliberately. The large fingers curled and gently stroked the mother eevee on her back. Feeling the alien touch she swung around and tried to bury her teeth into his flesh. The hand made a calculated jerk avoiding the sharp teeth.
"What else can I do?" The one called Richard sighed. There was hesitation in his voice and sadness. "Take the pups away and hope she gets better."
The large hand gently scooped up one of the little golden furred females. She mewed weakly then snuggled deeply into his cupped palm.
"And if she doesn't?" The other persisted.
The first hand was joined by a second. The second moved slowly. It slid under the second female who was whining and shivering. Feeling the touch the helpless cub relaxed.
"What do you think?" Richard snapped unhappily.
The two females were shuffled into one hand freeing the other to retrieve the now screaming male. Rather than relax trustingly when the big hand stroked him he cried even louder. When the rough fingers started to wrap around his pudgy middle he clawed and struggled.
"The needle?"
The three cubs were shuffled into a makeshift bed. Automatically the two females groped blindly until they found one another. Then they curled into a furry blob. The male made one last squawk then subsided.
"Yes."