"Hey. So, good news and bad news." Esper hovered over a bed that was, apparently, custom-made for very large pokémon. "Or, hmm. Maybe it's bad news and bad news, in your case."
"Out with it," Bahamut growled. He was lying on his side, forelegs brushing his belly.
Esper held up the notepad. "Good news is you're not dying."
Bahamut already knew that. "And the bad news?"
"The healer person thinks you ate your badge." Esper tossed the notepad behind him, where it dissolved away in blacklight embers. It was little more than another childish prop. "They're trying to contact Chip to figure out what the thing's core is made out of, but there's a chance that by digesting it you released a bunch of nasty stuff into your insides that not even steel-typing could help with."
Bahamut's eyes darkened. "When would I have eaten my damn
badge?"
"Uh, while you were sleeping?" Esper scratched his head. "Those night terrors are pretty noticeable."
"How much longer will I be stuck here?"
"Don't know." Esper shrugged. "But it's been awfully quiet around here. I think the team left to, y'know, fight stuff."
"Delightful." Bahamut lay his head back down. "Well, it's not like I'll be missed."
"Uh-huh. I'll fire that under 'Things I expected you to say.'" Esper bobbed his head as he spoke.
"If you want to help, go find someone to help deal with this issue," Bahamut barked, slamming a foreleg against the edge of the bed.
"Okay, okay. Sheesh." Esper turned and floated out of the room.
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