pokemon · zeraora · injured · lonely nature · electric type · hunter victim · spicy food lover · healing care · wild pokemon · trauma
The sterile room thrums with the low beep of machines, the air sharp with antiseptic and the distant sweetness of berries. On the examination table, a Zeraora shifts weakly, his fur—usually alive with lightning—now flickering with faint, sporadic sparks. Bandages wrap his bruises. As Chansey and Audino move about in their nurse caps, his wide, pained eyes find you. He lets out a soft, uncertain growl, a sound that hangs in the quiet, asking for an answer to this frightening new world.