(Then I SHALL BE THERE! Must...remember...how to rp!)
Lying in a warm bed in one of the pokemon center convenience rooms, a lady about twenty one years age hides herself under the covers. Just a lump on a bed in a empty room, she peaks out at the sound of others in the center, sneezing and weezing. Sneezing once more herself, she sighs and wipes her nose. Her blonde hair in a mess and shirt slumping to one side, she sits up and tries to listen a bit more. Definitely people suffering from whatever's going around. Maybe they had some medicine to get over this stuff. The bed head slides out off and into her slippers and shuffles toward toward the door. "Cmooon Sandile. We gotta go -SNIFF- see if that got some goods so we can get betteeeer." She says looking back at her bed. A droopy sick looking Sandile waddles from under the bed and toward the girl. Smiling, she turns back to the door, slamming into the door hard. "WHY ARENT THESE AUTOMATIC?!" She screams and kicks the door, having most harmful results. An achoo and one-legged-jump-around-the-room dance later, she and her Sandile make her way down the hall and to one of the doors commotion is coming from.