The mist had been steady all morning, giving the poor, sick male a little reprieve from the heat that was trying to succumb him. He couldn't even lift the woman that was in trouble, he couldn't lift red.... But he wasn't going to lift anyone behind.. Hair messed in its lack of sleep, eyes did not hold the spark of red from contacts but instead in its normal brown, hazel flecks. Eyes were weary, body was starting to gather with fatigue, the sickness of the blight weakening him far beyond his own limits... He couldn't keep this up for much longer... He felt drained, he felt powerless, but a look back towards the unconscious figure of Red gave him the determination to bring her back home.
Almost....al...most.....all...most... there... Almost...there.."
Mind belittling his weakness, forcing him to continue. Each few steps was met with the same concentration and mind-set, he was almost there, just need a few more steps. The make-shift device he had hand-crafted from the tent he burrowed hanging from him.. The poles he gripped to keep it elevated. The tarp of the tent, held by the fallen form of the female beauty, ensuring that she didn't get scratched up as he literally... dragged her towards the city. Before his eyes, with a smile to see that the city was finally almost there. It looked much worse then Pallet town however, damaged and ran down which begged the question for Richard.
Is this... better then the....forest?
It didn't matter to him, while the Pokedex was healing him, battling the blight and infection that caused sweat to pour from his forehead and leaked across his body. To cause him to flutter into a fit of coughing, to want his body to lock up, and physically give up but it was the determination of safety, that brought him towards those palisade walls, and closer to the land of Viridian City. His feet stumbling out from under him, and his body crippling to the ground, onto his knees in a fit of coughing.. his body was finally beginning to seize up, and the torture and torment of not being physically strong or mentally touch, for being sick was starting to play a factor in not only his recovery.. but his stride to continue.. his body was shutting down and wanted to just fall asleep to recover.
"So...someone help.... Help.... anyone... S....She needs medical attention... she needs help....she....she is sick.."
No words came out in a whisper to help him, instead, as weak as his voice crackled, and the beads of sweat poured from him... He wanted her safe. He wanted someone to help him, help her... He promised himself he was going to get her out, and he be damned if he was going to let her go now, let her fall soo close to the gates... soo close to safety