"Oh umm right, guess I'll keep them for now. If anything goes, I can always let them out... though it kinda feels awkward to have this with me," Emily said to Eli, before she stowed the ball in her left, frontal pocket.
"Thanks by the way, uhh... I guess, for whatever the flower thing is called," Emily added, before she turned towards a green Pokémon with botanic characteristics.
"Hey, uhh... the blue guy! You look like that person who barely managed to escape from that burning building in the nick of time. I think I can help you out, but... I think you really need to go to the orange place right now." Emily stated in an unusually calm tone, while she glanced down at the Oshawott.
"U- ugh... j- just... make it... quick! Augh! I can't feel... my... body!" Oliver faintly cried, while he panted the moment he was placed on his trainer's lap when she sat down next to her bag.
"I'll try my best to be quick. I should of studied medicine like my little brother did. I guess I'm the only one that stands between me and this little thing," Emily thought, before she reached into her bag and pulled out a roll of gauze, dressing, an orange bottle filled with medicine and a soft, cloud white washcloth.
The girl softly patted the wounded areas with the washcloth and kept a steady amount of pressure on the sea otter's chest for a brief moment. The potion's contents were directly applied on Oliver's injuries after the small, garnet pool was no longer present on his chest. The squirming Oshawott was kept still, while the gauze and dressing was snugly wrapped around the sites of injury soon after.
"Hey, come on... it's alright, I got you fixed up, but I think you should rest," Emily softly said, before she grabbed a fresh Poké Ball from her bag and tapped the Oshawott's head against it. The ball wiggled several times, until a faint click rang. Suddenly, the sea otter came out of the ball!
"Oh uhh... guess I'll put that away for later then," Emily added, while she secured the silently mewling Pokémon around her left arm. She gave a quick check at the dry, used washcloth before she folded it clean side up. She placed all her items in the bag soon after. She had a tight grip with her duffel bag utilizing the other arm and headed towards Eli.
"Okay, I'm ready I guess. I hope we don't run into those creeps again," Emily voiced at the man with the characteristics of a Sylveon.
"Y- you... you... re... t- te- te... ll... i- ing... me... ur... rrr... ggg... hhh," Oliver mumbled, while he felt something swaddling the top of his head and a majority of the trunk of his body.