Angie struggled to lift her head, gazing up at Marshall weakly. She clutched his arms as hard as she could, which wasn't hard at all, when he picked her up. The other PokeMorphs looked at each other with concern. No one knew how to make an antidote; hell, most of them couldn't shrug off poison effects like certain true Pokemon could.<br/><br/>Angie muttered weakly, "They.... they wouldn't purposely kill me... If... if I don't heal.... they should heal me.... right?" The others looked worriedly at her. No one could answer.