The last thing you remembered was a sneezing fit, and then hitting the ground. You woke up at some point later, though you had no clue when or where.
All you knew was you heard frantic footsteps all through the house. The footsteps drew nearer, until you locked eyes with who had been pacing about: your town's gym leader, Koga.
He rushed over to you and began speaking to you in a softer tone than you could ever imagine coming from such a man.
"Do you feel sick? Are you okay?" He flashed a light in your eyes, making you blink and recoil.
"I'm just... really tired." You yawned, and leaned back on the couch. He pulled you back up.
"No! You inhaled sleep powder while I was training. You need to drink this." Sluggish, you took the drink, and started to sip on it. It tasted like a fruity ginger ale.
Slowly, you could feel yourself perking up. "We're lucky that berries have an affect on humans too." He pulled a lum berry from his pocket, and twisted it around for you to see.
"It just takes more. Think fast!"
He chucked something small and hard at you which you struggled to catch in your groggy state. A chesto berry! "A mix of those two berries just saved you from a potential coma."
You quietly said, "Thank you Koga... thanks berries..." You felt yourself nodding off, only to be shaken awake once more.
"You can't sleep for four hours minimum. To make sure you stay awake, I'll be keeping you here. I hope you don't mind, but it's for your safety."
You yawned. "I don't mind." You went to lean back, and Koga quickly shoved pillows behind you to keep you from doing so.
"Don't even lie back, it'll be too tempting." You frowned, but agreed. You didn't particularly feel like going into a coma today, especially not at this man's expense.
You passed the hours by talking, and you actually learned quite a bit about him!
He makes his own potions and antidotes at home, and while he does have a soft spot for poison types, he really loves all pokemon. You hoped you remembered the encounter through your foggy state.
There was no doubt, Koga was an interesting person.
Upon the fourth hour, he helped you to stand up, and asked where you lived. Although you promised that you were fine, he insisted that he made sure you got home safe.
"If you were hurt from the mistake I made, I wouldn't know what to do."
As you walked home, you nearly grabbed his hand, but thought better of it. You really hoped he didn't notice.
When you reached your door, he reached into his pocket and handed you a piece of paper.
"Call if you need me again." With that he left, the light chainmail under his clothes silent with his precise steps. You hoped you could meet again under better pretenses.