That’s it. You’re gonna do it. You’re gonna ring the bell. You are gonna ring the heck out of this bell.
???: Oh, hello there! How can I help you?
Drat!! She scared the heck out of you with that ninja turn number she just did there. When did she suddenly unbusy herself?! No matter. You are a girl and you are on a mission and there is not anything clever that makes that alliterate that you can think of off the top of your head. Whatever!! You have business to attend to.
NICOLE: YES! HI!! My Pokémon got hurt in a battle! And I wanted to make sure he was okay!!
RECEPTIONIST: Oh. Well, there’s no need to shout! Do you have your insurance card?
NICOLE: My what??? This isn’t a people hospital!!
RECEPTIONIST: Pokémon need insurance too, you know! What, did you think we just do this for free?
NICOLE: I! Um!!
You hadn’t even thought of that.
NICOLE: Hahahaha!! Of course not!!
But…I don’t have an insurance card. Does that mean you can’t look at my Raichu?
RECEPTIONIST: Well…no. It’ll just cost more.
NICOLE: Oh. Is that it? I don’t care, I just want to get my Pokémon fixed up!
RECEPTIONIST: Okay, okay! Let’s just see your Pokémon’s capture ball…and we’ll need you to fill out these forms.
You hand the capture ball over to the receptionist and go sit down to fill out all this nasty paperwork. You are pretty certain you’ve never seen a form for pet care with so many weird fields before, and honestly, you aren’t sure if it’s because this place is trying to be kitschy or what. Either way, you don’t think it is entirely necessary that the medical professionals here know what your Raichu’s favorite show tune is. You are not even certain if he likes musical theatre.
When you hand back the medical forms to the receptionist, she politely instructs you to sit and wait until your Pokémon’s check-up is done. Man, you hate waiting. Good thing you have a brand new album by your favorite band, the beautiful unit., to listen to while you wait!!
Man, this sure is taking forever. You wonder if maybe you should have let Keith out of the car.
But after a truly agonizing thirty whole minutes, the receptionist returns with your Pokémon, and he looks…pretty good, actually. You are pretty sure he was passed out less than an hour ago.
RECEPTIONIST: Looks like we’re all set! The doctor says your Raichu’s all right, but he should take it easy for a day or two. No strenuous activities, and certainly no serious battling until he gets all of his strength back!
NICOLE: Uh… That was fast. What do you even do here?
RECEPTIONIST: Anyway, since you don’t have insurance, that’ll come to three hundred dollars for the walk-in.
NICOLE: Hey, you didn’t answer my — three hundred dollars?? You didn’t even do anything!!
RECEPTIONIST: But of course we did! And you did sign a document saying you’d pay any charges for services rendered. I could send you a bill if you like, of course, but if you don’t pay it in a timely fashion it’ll just go to collections.
Dog’s breath!! You didn’t think it’d cost that much. And you certainly can’t let them send that bill back to your house. Your mom would never let you hear the end of it. But three hundred dollars?? That’s more than you make in a month babysitting!
It’s a good thing you have your dad’s credit card, then. You have it for emergencies only, but…you’re pretty sure this counts as an emergency. Besides, you totally have other stuff to do today!! You don’t have time to waffle around and not use this credit card.