"K-Kris! Down here!" Ethan stumbled backwards as the massive backside of his new friend loomed over him. He tried his best to scramble back on his feet but failed to cover any ground.
It felt as if the entire weight of the world fell on Ethan. He struggled under the firm cheek, blushing furiously.
Kris sat down on the side of the cot. She let out a sigh and looked down at the bouncing Chikorita. "He's not here." She played with her slippers. "He's probably getting breakfast or in the bathroom."
The Chikorita didn't take that as an answer. Instead, it hopped on the bed and began nudging Kris' hip.
"What?" Kris asked, a bit annoyed at the pokemon's shoving.
"Chiki!"
Kris rolled her eyes but otherwise stood up. She looked down at the bed.
Then her stomach dropped.
Laying in the center of a slight depression was a tiny figure. It twitched and writhed, and the pit in Kris' stomach only expanded.
"Ethan... is that you?" Kris knelt down to get a closer look. Sure enough, it was the same boy she had met just yesterday. And now, nearly twenty-four hours later, she almost smothered him to death. Carefully, she cupped the shrunken boy in her hands. "Please be alive. Please be alive. Please-be-alive. Pleasebealive."
The tiny figure coughed. "K...Kris?"
She let out a massive sigh before wiping her forehead. "Oh, thank goodness. You're okay."
"More or less," Ethan wheezed.
Standing back up, Kris made sure that her tiny friend was fine before lifting him closer to her face. "Ethan... I'm so sorry. I almost..."
"It's fine," Ethan said, waving an arm dismissively.
"What happened to you?"
"I don't know." Ethan sat up, his breathing still weak. "Maybe we can get to Professor Elm. He's in the next town over."
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