"Does it cost money?" Rowlet huddled at Heath's feet, watching two Blissey carry his boss into the ambulance, and could not help asking.
Although he was happy to see his boss's injuries brought under control, Rowlet kept feeling that he might never see his boss again, which made him a little sad. But then he thought of something else. Having lived alone in this world for so long, he naturally knew that everything in the human world seemed to revolve around something called League Coins, even medical treatment. So he was a little worried. If his boss could not afford the medical bills, would he be thrown out?
After all, those were League Coins! Rowlet had once picked up a banknote, and with that one note, he had bought lots of delicious things that had kept him happy for a long time. He had no idea how much treatment like this would cost, and that worried the little Rowlet.
"Yes, but the League has a special relief fund, so you don't need to worry." Heath was very calm. Although Pokémon Centers now offered some services free of charge, certain troublesome conditions still required payment. Penetrating wounds like Charmeleon's needed treatment too, which naturally cost money. However, the League had specific legislation for stray Pokémon, so Charmeleon would not have to pay. The only problem was...
"Will I still get to see my boss?" Rowlet watched the ambulance drive away, his voice a little dejected.
"..." Heath fell silent. He said nothing, because he knew what answer Rowlet longed to hear, but he could not give that deceptive answer. After all, from what Heath knew of League regulations, stray Pokémon like Charmeleon who received special medical assistance from the League faced two possible outcomes: they would either be released into the