Once she'd finished with Red, Naomi stepped back and walked a little ways away. There wasn't much left of the medical kit after she was done. Just things she couldn't use for this injury. All the bandages and wrappings had been used to secure the splints or try to staunch the bleeding; the only things left were extra doses of antibiotics and the anti-venin, a bit of antiseptics like rubbing alcohol and peroxide, and aspirin.<br/><br/>Another breeze curled around her, carrying with it the strong scent of dead bodies, and it was too much. Her stomach protested in revolt, her head swam, and she fell to her knees, throwing up the bile and contents of her stomach. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, snot running from her nose while her body heaved.<br/><br/>At least she hadn't thrown up while still working on the badly injured trainer.<br/><br/>She felt terrible, but the shakes had subsided. While the others were constructing a stretcher (a crude thing, but they had plenty of material to work with at least), she picked up the badly damaged Pokedex and packed away the remains of the Master Ball. That thing had been a work of art. Maybe she could still learn something about why it failed. Her employers would certainly appreciate the data.<br/><br/>Spotting Aisha fainted, she went to the girl's side and checked on her. Once she was satisfied Aisha wasn't injured, she went to help the others ease Red onto the makeshift stretcher.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>During the long trudge, she found herself playing medic between taking her turn carrying the stretcher. Not that she was particularly trained for it or that she could really do much except monitor his temperature and breathing. Loon just tagged along, flying overhead until they got back into the still-standing forest.<br/><br/>'Tai, on the other hand, could do a little more. He treated dealing with obstructions as a competition between himself and the Bulbasaur. While the Bulbasaur had a clear advantage,  'Tai did his best to wrap around small trees and break or bend them out of the way. When the group started to flag with the heat, he paused and raised a cool mist around them, hoping to help everyone recover a bit of strength.<br/><br/>There wasn't much to say, really. The walk was quiet, the conversation limited to short sentences, the sounds of the Bulbasaur happily ripping the vegetation apart a rough accompaniment to the more distant noises of the forest creatures.<br/><br/>That they'd made it to Utsumi so quickly was a surprise, when they finally broke through the verge and could see the organized fields and the village, and the people working.<br/><br/>It was a relief to turn the care of Red over to others. She'd done all she could, they'd done all they could, there was nothing left.<br/><br/>*****<br/>She spent the next hour basically leaning against anyone of the group who'd let her, wanting and needing the simple contact, as exhausted as any of the others. Except Steven was probably not as exhausted as the rest of them, given how he exercised more than everyone else had.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"Elder Kaiyo, Brollem, it's very good to meet you. I'm, Naomi Ozaki. And I think we'd all love to visit the onsen. I'd appreciate hearing about the festival tomorrow but. It's been. A long and. Traumatic day. Perhaps later?"</span><br/><br/>She stumbled to her feet shortly after Eleyna did. Oh, to wash off in the bathhouse and then take a long soak in the onsen...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>