Once the three Elite Four members had withdrawn, Green could no longer force herself to stay upright.
Her delicate body softened like water, collapsing into Logan's arms. The rosy color that had begun to return to her cheeks drained again, leaving her pale as snow.
She had only been suppressing the injuries with medicine and sheer focus earlier.
Now that the danger was gone, and her tension relaxed — her body finally gave in.
"Green, are you alright?"
Logan immediately steadied her slim waist.
Her dress was thin, silky—he could feel the warmth of her skin through it.
Pressed weakly in his embrace, she carried a faint soft fragrance — warm, fragile, yet alive.
But Logan's mind held no lust at this moment — only concern.
"I—I'm fine… even if there's a fight, I can still join…"
The stubborn girl forced a smile, shaking her head even though her voice trembled.
Seeing her still trying to act strong made Logan's heart tighten.
He exhaled softly.
"…Cynthia, let's go. Green needs a hospital immediately."
The Sinnoh Champion nodded at once.
She didn't know Green, but kindness came naturally to her. She stepped forward, helping Logan support Green's body.
Logan returned Blastoise to its Poké Ball, retrieving Jigglypuff as well — who had pushed open its ball from inside and waddled over holding it anxiously.
Once everything was packed, Logan spoke decisively:
"We head to Vermilion City. Bruno said Lance would appear there soon. I want to see what exactly he found."
"Could it be a trap? Maybe they want to lure us to Vermilion…"
Green whispered weakly, still breathless.
Logan shook his head.
"The Elite Four aren't Team Rocket. They're strong but lack manpower. A city as large as Vermilion can't be sealed off by them. They don't have the numbers for traps on that scale."
Green considered his words and slowly nodded. He had a point.
Logan was never one to hide or flee.
If Lance was there — he would go.
Two Garchomps spread their wings again, slicing through clouds toward Vermilion City.
Vermilion City — Pokémon Center
The center stood tall like a hotel.
Inside a private ward on the third floor, Green sat propped against the headboard.
Though Hitmonlee's brutal kick caused internal damage, modern medicine treated it like a minor injury. No hospital gown — just rest for a few days.
Cynthia had taken Yellow to buy necessities and gather intel.
Bruno only said Lance would appear in Vermilion — not how, or why. Searching blindly was inefficient, but unavoidable.
Inside the quiet room, Logan sat beside Green, slowly peeling fruit with a knife.
Green leaned her cheek into one hand, eyes sparkling as she watched him — bright like crystal water.
"Hehehe~ Darling, you're surprisingly gentle. I thought someone macho like you would just toss me the fruit and tell me to eat it."
Logan chuckled without looking up.
"We've known each other so long, and you still misunderstand me like this. I'm hurt."
He sliced a piece and held it to her lips.
Green met his eyes quietly — then parted her lips, taking the fruit in a slow, tempting bite.
Her cool lips brushed his fingertips intentionally, sending a faint tremor through his chest.
Just when his thoughts threatened to drift, he swiftly grabbed her ankle — the one sneakily nudging his leg beneath the blanket.
Her bare foot was small, smooth like white jade, and slightly cool to the touch.
"You're injured. Sit still."
He glared at her — which only earned soft, silver laughter.
"So you prefer Cynthia's type, huh? That tall perfect model body — any man would like that."
Green looked down at herself with a pout, though her expression was teasing, unreadable — sorrow or seduction, who could tell?
Logan sighed helplessly.
"What does Cynthia have to do with this? Forget that. More importantly — did you find any news about your parents?"
He was used to every girl asking about another girl when alone with him.
And poor Cynthia took stray fire the most.
Green's expression softened. She squeezed his hand with her cool fingers, voice trembling with excitement.
"After the Indigo League, I finally contacted them. They're living in the Sevii Islands now — safe and well."
Logan's heartbeat slowed.
He remembered during the league, he hadn't planned anything noble — he simply wanted to tease a bratty girl.
Helping her find her parents was an excuse crafted later… but since it turned out well, he certainly wouldn't say that now.
"Sevii isn't far. Even by ferry, you could visit easily. Why haven't you?"
Green bit her lip, lowered her eyes.
"Because the man who kidnapped me years ago… I still haven't found him. And I always feel like I'm being watched."
Her voice trembled.
"If I go to them now… I might drag danger to them."
Her lashes quivered, eyes misty.
"But we talk every day. We exchanged photos. They understand me."
She brightened suddenly and held up her Pokédex like a child showing off candy.
"Look! This is them. Don't I look exactly like Mom?"
The photo showed a gentle couple nearing forty — father mild and scholarly, mother elegant and stunning. Green indeed inherited the woman's eyes.
Logan smiled softly.
"I'll help you find that man. And I'll help you take revenge."
Green's eyes shimmered with warmth.
"Hehe~ Darling is the best. You found my parents… now you'll avenge me too."
Her tone sly, playful.
Before Logan could respond — she tugged his collar and kissed him.
Her lips were soft, cold, trembling from weakness yet burning with emotion.
At that exact moment —
the door opened.
"Logan, we're back— We bought food for the next few days. If we get dragged into a battle, we should have enough suppl—"
Cynthia froze mid-sentence as her eyes landed on the scene.
Green kissing Logan.
Logan holding her.
Both motionless.
Cynthia's smile stiffened.
She shifted the bags to one hand, used the other to cover Yellow's eyes.
"…Yellow, don't look. You'll go blind."
She said with a pained dignity that made Yellow even more curious.
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