The medics had wasted no time once Rebeca had calmed down. Within seconds she was bundled into an ambulance bound for Mauville Central Pokecenter, the Rhyhorn being given his ambulance due to his size, and with a little coaxing they even managed to pry the Kabuto from her grasp. In fact, it seemed that all the fight had gone out of her completely. Still, they weren't going to take any chances. A mild sedative that they determined would probably have the least likely chance of causing complications, a liberal use of Sleep Powder from one medic's Bellossom, and she was out cold. 

Examining both Pokemon revealed that they had been very, very lucky. It seemed that Tantalus needed some practice when shooting small targets, as he hadn't scored a direct hit, rather almost skimming across the rear edge of the Kabuto's shell. Mercifully, while shell's mineral layers had been burned through, its soft body appeared to be relatively undamaged. The Rhyhorn was slightly worse off, having taken a direct shot to the face. However, while there did appear to be some damage to the skull, its sheer durability had succeeded in protecting the brain. For both cases, there was a special glue that was used to repair damage to mineral based armours and hides, and the Pokecenter had plenty stocked up in anticipation for the tournament. 

As for Rebeca herself, while the Pokecenter staff were certainly deeply concerned over her condition, there was also a certain amount of excitement in the air. There had been very few opportunities in the two years since the emergence of the Avatars to conduct an in-depth examination of one, and actually see the changes that the originally human frame had undergone to accommodate and generate their new abilities. Most were understandably reluctant to subject themselves to even non-intrusive procedures, or simply had other plans occupying their time. So the doctors could be forgiven for chomping at the bit a little for a chance to examine an available subject, particularly one who had already demonstrated an obviously inhuman resiliency. While the patient's well-being and respect for her autonomy was still paramount, there was a certain degree of leniency if the lead surgeon had one of his assistants keep a recorder going for later review.

And what they found amazed them. Her overall body weight and density was much greater than a human of relatively comparable age, and there was even evidence of mineralization in her flesh and nails, and crystallization in her bones that was normally present in Rock, Ground and Steel types. There was some serious organ damage and internal bleeding, but as the lead surgeon commented, "She practically tanked a bomb to the face. There shouldn't BE anything left to fix.”

Most astonishing out of all their findings was the fact that her body was already undergoing remodeling in response to the trauma, more so than could be explained by the emergency field aid she had received in the field. Thick scar tissue and semi-tender new flesh was forming at rate that, while not quite comparable to rapid regeneration, was certainly not seen in humans or even most known species of Pokemon. 

Once the surgeons had determined that they had done all they could, and Rebeca was moved to a recovery room (right next to the ones that were occupied by her Pokemon, at the suggestion of the Avatar who had accompanied them in the ambulance), the surgeons had gathered in one of the break rooms to discuss what they had found. “You could do a doctoral thesis on her alone! I’m pretty sure I even saw rudimentary modifications for flame production organs. I couldn’t begin to guess where she’s getting the energy for all these changes. This girl’s a monster.”

Another nodded in agreement. “Did you see some of the scars she has? She looks like she could be the same age as my oldest. Just where has she been? I feel sorry for whoever tries to take her on in the tournament.”

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Over two hours after the explosion that had nearly killed her, Rebeca awoke to a fuzzy brain and the taste of dry cotton in her mouth. She was sore everywhere, and she was lying on something soft, which was not the last thing she remembered at all. When she opened her eyes, she took in the small room that she had apparently been placed in, and spied Vuduin sitting in a chair beside her bed. She groaned, shifting as she pressed a hand to her head. “[color=crimson]Ugh, where the fuck am I?[/color]”