math is so shitty [C]

Ice cold, I want to melt this night

but if you won’t hold onto me, like the winter, I’ll let it go

❄

OOC NOTES

someone had entered floroama.

someone had entered floroama, and zima was the first to hear about it. seeing a figure in the middle of the destruction, the sound of somebody coughing profusely, the sound of a pokemon's desperate cries in the distance, and zima begun to run.

she was a medic. it was her job to help these people in these times, so the kalosian went as fast as her legs would let her. her muscles burned as she sprinted past ashes and vaulted over fallen buildings, her glasses nearly falling off as she came closer and closer to the sound.

a woman. there was a woman there, stuck in the middle of town, with an spritzee. hauling out a poke ball, zima immediately summoned afremov. "heal pulse, keep her stabilized!" the ranger ordered, diving to the ground and making an attempt to keep the woman on her feet. the normal-type followed solemnly, letting a pink stream of pure health flow to damsel.

"everything will be okay, ma'am. everything will be okay, i will do my best to keep you up!" zima said firmly and assuredly, keeping the woman close while wracking her head in search of whatever she was suffering. asthma? allergic reaction? blocked airways? she was weak enough to fall down. illness? dizziness?