As Rudy lay on the ground, struggling to see, he caught a flash of white as the grunt they’d defeated took his leave. Trying to maneuver himself, he turned over, propping himself up on his elbows, raising his head a bit, one leg stretched out, and the other bent to avoid brushing the poison barb against the ground. As he tried to move though, it only seemed to make the poison worse, and he felt dizzy.

Noticing the Professor approaching, hearing his shock, which did little to calm Rudy down. However, despite her no doubt worse condition, Elizabeth was the one to instruct the Professor as to what happened. Rudy opened his mouth, wanting to elaborate, but decided it would be better to wait until later. He felt guilty though: Elizabeth had been stung first, yet she was still taking charge, and her Pokémon had been the one to finish off the grunt. And Mime Jr... Suddenly fearful for his Pokémon, he looked at his Pokéball, wondering if the Pokémon would recover.

He was surprised to feel a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see Elizabeth, her face as placid as ever, the girl insisting they’d be fine. Knowing how much she seemed to care for the Misdreavus she had, Rudy couldn’t help but feel that ‘we’ referred to the four of them. Hoping she was correct, Rudy forced a smile through his agony, knowing that however bad he had it with this wound, she was worse off. Simultaneously filled with relief, guilt, worry, and perhaps hopefulness, the cocktail of emotions was almost enough to drive him to tears, but he managed to hold them back, for his sake and that of others.