The wall phone in Wes' room rang multiple times as the trainer sat below it, cord hanging down to his form which was wrapped in a blanket. After the sound of footsteps came from the door, Wes had a sudden need to call his mother. He sat in silence as a muffled sound came from the phone,
"Hello?" a feminine sounding voice said questioningly. Solely the sound of his mother's voice cleared the trainer's head as he responded calmly to the woman,
"It's me, Mom." his voice was quiet as a squeal erupted from over the line followed by a string of quick words,
"Oh, honey! I was so worried. I saw the thing on the news an-and... I couldn't reach you because the phone lady said I didn't have clearance and then I tried again and I was so worried!" Wes' mother seemed to break down over the line before laughing lightly with the lilt of worry in her voice, suddenly getting a hold on herself. A faint smile spread across his lips as he spoke,
"I'm fine, everything's fine. I wasn't even near the building." he said cautiously, not wanting to upset his mother even more. The voice on the other side was silent as Wes imagined her suspicious gaze. She finally responded,
"Well, alright. There must've been a reason why you called me." She always knows, doesn't she. he thought with a nervous laugh before diving into the whole truthful tale. He explained everything from the bombing, to his thoughts, to his worries, and to the battle and training that he had done. The voice stayed silent as her son finished the tale, trying to discern all of the information she was given. Finally, she sighed and simply said,
"Honey, I know you're strong." Wes sat in disbelief as his mind cleared. She always knows what to say. he thought as he twiddled with the phone cord. What was that episode anyway. I was acting like a childish, emotional female just then. I really need to chill out. his mind thought in realization as he answered,
"Thanks, Mom. I guess I'm fine now." The voice answered with an evident smile,
"Alright, Wesley. Have a good day." Wes nodded in reply before noticing that she couldn't see him,
"Yeah, you too." he responded before reaching up and placing the phone on it's holder. Wes peered over to the three Pokeballs on the bed to the right of the room. I'm sorry guys. he thought before standing, rubbing his eyes, and walking over to the bed. The trainer tapped each button in succession, answered by the cry of his Pokemon and the blinding light of their appearance. They all leaped onto him with cries of joy and they lay together on the opposing cot as a family once more.