Route 113.
Green Pavilion.
A renowned Pokémon Aromatherapy Research Institute and clinic.
It had stood for sixty years. Inside were samples of nearly every Fragrance Essence on the market, along with cutting-edge technology for developing Pokémon Fragrance Essences.
The staff regularly treated injured or sick Pokémon belonging to passing Trainers. Following Grandma's example, they also rescued injured Wild Pokémon from the forest.
So the place never lacked visitors.
Today, though, Green Pavilion received a rather unusual guest.
"Excuse me! Is anyone here? My Hydreigon has caught a cold. Do you have a Fragrance Essence spray specifically for Dragon-type Pokémon?"
Baimu stood at the entrance to the large garden. Beside him, Blissey held on to Hydreigon, whose three heads drooped. Every so often, it lifted them to breathe in, its nose audibly stuffed.
"Grr... ngh..."
It gave a weak, miserable whimper. The sight was so at odds with its fearsome appearance that several Grass-type Pokémon poked their heads out to watch.
"Happy~" Blissey stroked its head sympathetically, then scolded it for refusing to go into its Poké Ball and rest.
Illness was different from injury; healing moves could not cure it. There were other treatments, though. An initial examination showed that Hydreigon's condition was not serious, and its condition had gradually stabilized after it took cold medicine for Pokémon.
Most people would have trouble imagining a powerful, high-level Dragon-type Pokémon catching such a minor illness. But as long as it was a living creature, sickness and injury were unavoidable.
Even the Ice-type Snorunt could run a fever.
Baimu had simply taken such good care of Hydreigon that it had never learned to protect itself. Yesterday, after playing in water, getting frozen, then having the snow on its body melted by fire, it had failed to dry itself off. It seemed perfectly