(OOC: Beep boop, I apoligize if I haven't been posting in a while; as I have not been getting alerts here until now. Beep beep boop.)
BIC:
The Nurse was busy grabbing the needed files for the sick Charmander, as she said to Rotom, "Alright Rotom, I need you to go over to the boy that's calling over there. Tell him that Charmander's doing fine, but he's still sick."
The Rotom replied while he got out of his computer, "Zzzztt... you got it!" He quickly zoomed towards the nearest fan while his overheated body turned into a darker shade of orange. He swiftly got into the tiny fan that was on his desk, while he slowly rose up from the smooth surface.
He steadily hovered towards Fraser while the blades on his fan slowly spun around. He attempted to get rid of the excess heat in his body as quickly as he could, as he took in several deep breaths. He said to Fraser while he panted, "Zzzrrrttt... so... hot... Zzz... Charmander... Rrr... is... f- fine... b- bu- but........ still.... Zzzzzzz... sick....... Ahh... so... rrr.... h- h- hot!" His body trembled from his anxiety that piled inside, as the blades started to swirl around quicker.
Meanwhile, Tori arrived at Room 187B after some walking, as she was greeted by a man that had a muscular build. The man said while the Pokémon felt intimidated from his deep, masculine voice, "Well hello there, you must be Tori. Let me just say, they call me Mr. Jackson. I'll be your ranger teacher today, and well... I know, there's only a few other students that are coming. There's not as many rangers here as trainers, plus they both have their significant differences."
Tori followed Mr. Jackson inside the room, while the Pokémon emitted out a quiet cry at her. She gently placed her left hand on his stomach, as she said to him in a gentle tone, "Shh... it's okay baby, I understand that you're scared. I'm here for you, just relax..."