The silence that followed Michael's words gave him time to think. He realized that maybe babbling to a wolf wasn't such a good idea. He could just imagine Blue reprimanding him on his idiotic plan. 'Michael, the wolf sounds dangerous... and you are offering it chocolate? What are you planning to do, get it even more hyper?' Somehow, the thought of Blue cooled Michael's nerves enough to hazard one more line into the darkness.
"Is anyone... there?" A bark answered Michaels call. Followed by the worst. Michael felt a sudden sharp pain in his left leg.
"ARGH!" The teen screamed and fell to his knees. He held his leg, trying to figure out what happened. All he could feel was teeth marks. And the blood. His blood.
'He bit me. Mr Wolf bit me...' Michael thought. The boy did what any other would in this situation. He started to cry.
"Mr Wolf, why don't you like me? I'm just trying to help." Michael sobbed. More barking answered Michaels question, furthering the boys hysteria. The boy stayed down and wrapped his arms around his legs, bracing himself for more attacks. Tears were streaming down his face, and he feared for the worse.
- "What are you doing?! Come here boy, here! Bad dog!"
'Wait... what? What dog? Who's talking?'
Michael noticed a flicker in the corner of his eyes. Turning to the source, he saw an old man making his way towards him, holding a candle. The barking had stopped, and Michael finally found the perpetrator, a large dog-like pokemon that had made his way over to the Old Man. Making sure he didn't move his leg, the boy reached into his bag and pulled out his Pokedex.
Houndour, the Dark Pokemon: It is smart enough to hunt in packs. It uses a variety of cries for communicating with others.
'So, Mr Wolf is a dog?' The teen put two and two together. 'Oh dear, I'm trespassing, aren't I?'. He didn't have long to think, as the old man had started to speed up. 'And he's going to tell me off as well...' The boys tears continued.
"I'm sorry Sir I heard your Houndour barking and thought he was in trouble so I rushed here to help..." The boy started to sob, but stopped when the Man collapsed, coughing uncontrollably.
"Sir?" Michael struggled to his feet, the pain in his leg making him see stars. The Houndour started to wail again, and turned to Michael, eyes pleading for help. Michael couldn't resist the dogs gaze, and started forward to help the old man, trying to bite back his tears and the pain. He didn't care if the Houndour hurt him, 'he was trying to protect his owner, like a good guard dog' Michael reasoned. The Houndour had started licking the mans face, further melting Michaels already soft heart. The man had woken up and started petting his dog's head, grumbling something incoherent. Michael helped the man sit down, the pain in his leg was too much to help him stand up.
- "I… I’m so sorry, I g-guess he… he got scared when…. When he heard you… he bit you, didn’t he?..."
The man was addressing Michael, which surprised him because he was expecting a telling off.
"He did, sir, but don't worry. He was doing his job, protecting you. I could learn something from a pokemon like your Houndour." Michael replied, mind wandering back to his lost Panpour. His mind snapped back when he heard the elderly gentleman reenter a coughing fit.
- "There is a last d…dose of antibiotic in my… in my room, lad. Some p..painkillers left too, I reckon… - he smiles at his Houndour before continuing. – Heh, I… I guess I won’t be n… needing them no more, so help your…yourself boy. L-least I can do…"
He told Michael, coughing throughout. The Houndour restarted his howling, that restarted Michaels tears. But they weren't tears of fear, they were tears of sorrow. The Gentleman was giving his lifeline to a teenager he had just met. A teenager who had gotten himself hurt because he had to be impulsive. His mind wandered back to Blue. He had already gotten one person potentially hurt, he wasn't going to stand here and let another fall victim to his stupidity. He slowly ambled into the mans room and got the medicine, and returned to hand them to the gentleman.
"No thank you, Sir. This injury is my fault. It'll heal. You can keep your medicine, I don't deserve it. I've got to find my Panpour. It's my fault we're in this mess. If I hadn't just rushed in here..."
Michael's tears were at full flow. The severity of the situation had finally hit him.
"Mr Wolf, urm.. I mean, Houndour, I'm sorry I scared you, I just wanted to help."