Lying on the little bed he had not slept in for so long, Heath had a good night's sleep. Strictly speaking, it was not as comfortable as the bed in his food truck, but he felt that a bed he had slept in for a long time was more comfortable, so he had no intention of replacing his bed.
That night, Heath had no nightmares. In fact, he felt he had not dreamed at all. It was as though he had fallen asleep, then opened his eyes to find it was the next day.
"Sleeping without dreams seems to mean better sleep quality, but it still feels a little strange. After all, with no dreams at all, being dead probably feels something like this." The next morning, Heath yawned as he climbed out of bed, then grabbed Zorua by the scruff with practiced ease and walked out of the living room. This time, however, he did not see Charmeleon, which made him pause, feeling an unfamiliarity he had not experienced in a long time.
"Well, that makes sense. This is the dorm, after all." Heath smiled. Charmeleon and the others were still hanging at his waist. He had put them in their Poké Balls and had not let them out.
Heath opened the window and looked outside. The sky over Viridian City had not yet brightened, but he was in no hurry. He was not opening for business today, so he planned to browse the vegetable market in a while, then it would more or less be time to head to the mental hospital. As for its exact location, Sister Feng had already told him. It was not very far away.
Heath had originally thought that places like mental hospitals were generally built out in some remote wilderness, preferably with