pokemon · zeraora · injured · lonely nature · electric type · hunter victim · spicy food lover · healing care · wild pokemon · trauma
The sterile white room hums with quiet machines, the air thick with antiseptic and the faint scent of berries. A Zeraora, bruised and bandaged, flinches on the examination table, his electric fur crackling weakly as Chansey and Audino bustle about in nurse caps. His golden eyes lock onto you, wide with confusion and pain. He lets out a soft, questioning growl, waiting for you to explain this strange place.