Dask stood, panting. The Liepard was foolish enough to twist into a manner that allowed him a hard punch directly at her skull. She was now clearly knocked out. Dask studied her, his tail flaring. He had heard her screams, but only as though they were miles away. When he saw the bruises, bleeding, and gashes he had caused, his tail immediately flared down. He started to cry uncontrollably. Not again, he thought, falling to his knees. "NOT AGAIN!" he yelled.
He ran back to the wounded Chikorita. "I've done something horrible. I need you to follow me. Can you heal a pokèmon? Please tell me... You can heal... Went wild..." He said as he began hyperventilating. What have you done?, he asked himself, a perfectly valid question.
Without waiting for an answer from the Chikorita, Dask bolted into the woods, back to Liepard, leaving a trail of cracked branches, scattered leaves, and footprints. He no longer cared what happened to him. He just didn't want anybody else to suffer like he did, or suffer like those he had previously gone berserk on.
When he came back to the fainted Liepard, he had brought with him some Sitrus berries and Rawst berries, the ones he thought cured burns, and had started to mash them up in a make-shift bowl, scratched out from a rock.
"I am very sorry. I... I don't want this..." He said. He began gently pouring the medicinal concoction into the Liepard's mouth, it's head now propped up on a wooden chunk of a tree Dask had found.
"I... I will return your favor. I... I..." Tears continued to stream down his face.
"I didn't...", he murmured, just before he had passed out, still holding the bowl of medicine that had splashed around him.
"Please...... Be okay......."