Hours went by, and Angie still wouldn't wake up. If Marshall checked, she still had a pulse and her fur was still warm, but she was getting weaker and weaker by the minute. She shivered violently and her forehead was doused in sweat. The poison seemed to have given her a fever, among the poison effects.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, up in the control room, one of the scientists had decided to look in on his experiment's progress in battling the poison. 'How is experiment 289?" The guard there paused, then looked up at the man with a sincerely confused look. The scientist sighed, and repeated in simpler terms: "How is the adult Eevee PokeMorph? Has she reacted in any way to the test?" "Well, she hasn't moved from that spot in hours, but she isn't dead...yet"<br/><br/>"Hm....just as expected...but she is one of the better creations! I don't need her dying from this..." The guard looked up at the other man with confusion "Uh... who are you talking to?" Letting out a growling sigh, he shook his head, "Nevermind!! Get me two of the guards; we're going in there."<br/><br/>The doors opened, and multiple PokeMorphs stared in shock as two men in full armor as well as one in a lab coat entered and approached Angie and Marshall. The guards solemnly aimed their tranquilizer guns at the Gallade in case he tried to mess things up, but the scientist shook his head. "Relax. I'm just going to heal your friend, and then we'll be on our way." He spoke slowly to Marshal, as if he couldn't understand. Then, he lifted Angie's arm to show the purple-blueish marks surrounding the pinprick. Calmly he took out a spray bottle and spritzed the area. Angie winced in her sleep, but relaxed after a moment as the bruise-like marks started to fade.