Finding the Injured (2)

John couldn't stay out in the smoke filled landscape for very long. He was starting to get older, his life had been filled with stress and danger that his heart and lungs couldn't always hold up well. He was prone to small coughing fits even when he was only out there for around ten minutes so it was safe to say this was not great for him. Especially not when what he was breathing in was something like smoke from fires that had all started extremely unnaturally. No, this was not well suited for his survival and while he had a mask to help with ventilation it didn't do very much so he found himself at the edges of the warzone. He was seated at a small table sipping at a bottle of water while watching the landscape in concern. 

 

He could hear the roars of the angry groudon, he could feel the rumbling of fissures being broken and the battle that was ongoing in the distance but there was nothing he could do for the moment but wait. Search and rescue companies were all out in full force today and he would do what he could to help them- which for now involved waiting. Jack was out in the dangerous landscape, the little fire Budew feeling more at ease out there in the burned world than he had any time in his life thus far. Their goal? To find any and all injured people in the landscape and let John know where it was that they were. From there he'd be able to go in, extract them, take them somewhere safe to provide the basis of medical care then take care of himself until Jack would return again. It had been about half an hour since the little Budew was first set out and while he was starting to get nervous he waited patiently. It would be okay, that little fellow would be able to manage... right? 

 

Gods John just hoped so. At around the forty minute mark he began to see their little form waddling out of the landscape to come in his direction and he peaked up. With the mask in hand he quickly placed it over his face to hurry out to the pokemon. "You found someone? Lead the way" He asked hurriedly to them, blatantly ignoring how the pokemon bounded and jumped in excitement to see John personally. Now wasn't the time for simply greetings, but at the lack of any kind of greeting he saw the Fiery budew deflate and felt a tinge of guilt. "...I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Hello Jack, I'm glad to see you came back safe." The grizzly man gave a small apology and quickly the pokemon bounced back up in excitement. They chittered up at him before turning to start to wander back into the landscape. While they themselves could wander almost anywhere safely as long as they avoided the litwicks he made sure to take John through a safe path. He didn't want for this old man to get hurt before they could find the injured man after all.