Wrapped in gauze, Charmander looked at Heath, an inexplicable emotion mingling in those big eyes. Heath was no expert at reading expressions, and he could not understand what Charmander's gaze meant.
But Heath keenly sensed that Charmander seemed a little hesitant, and he happened to know something about the reason for that hesitation, so he leaned close to Charmander's ear.
"Hail Hydra-no, don't worry. I'm not your last Trainer. I don't have that sort of taste for having you torment me," Heath said softly. Charmander looked at him in surprise.
Then Charmander slowly nodded, while Nurse Joy Xue gave a gratified smile. She took Heath through signing a series of forms, and the treatment fees were waived as well. Once Charmander's injuries healed, Heath could take it with him.
"We'll be partners from now on, Charmander." Heath looked happily at Charmander. If Nurse Joy Xue had not told him that Charmander could not be touched right now, he would have gone up and stroked its head.
"Alas, another poor sucker you've fooled." Zorua sighed, her tone full of indignation on Charmander's behalf.
Heath rubbed Zorua's face, unsure whether to laugh or cry. It was soft and felt wonderful to the touch. Honestly, this little one-he might be a cook, but he treated Pokémon pretty well.
After leaving the Pokémon Center, Heath rode his food truck back to the dormitory. He did not open for business at night, since he still had to exercise and study some basic knowledge under Officer Jenny Feng's supervision.
Heath thought he could probably try serving customers at night in the future. After all, he had discovered a barbecue grill on his food truck. With that equipment, he could make barbecue, which was simply the best choice for a late-night snack.
But although barbecue was simple,