[ WP ] Lt. Surge is in the hospital recovering from PTSD caused by what he saw in the last Pokemon War .

“ Is there anything you want to begin with? ” asked the doctor. She sat relaxed in a leather chair opposite her patient, Lt. Surge. 
 
 “ Not really. This was a good week, played some boards games and even went for a hike on the trail, ” said Lt. Surge. With his hands in his lap, the right-hand was rubbing a circular pattern on the back of his left. 
 
 “ That ’ s good. Really good. Reacclimation with nature, engaging with the elements is an important step in recovery, ” said the doctor. “ Was the hike eventful? ” 
 
 Lt. Surge ’ s hands stopped rubbing and clasped slowly until the knuckles of each hand were white. He responded, “ No. ” 
 
 “ That ’ s fine. Let ’ s talk about something else. Are you planning to attend the memorial day BBQ this coming weekend? ” 
 
 “ No. ” 
 
 “ I think you ’ re ready for the social interaction. A lot of good, former trainers will be in attendance. ” 
 
 “ No. ” 
 
 “ They ’ re the only people in this world with whom you could truly relate. And likewise. Why don ’ t you think you ’ re ready? ” 
 
 “ It ’ s not them doctor. ” Lt. Surge untangled his hands and began wiping the palms on his knees. 
 
 “ What is it then? Is there something else you ’ re worried about? ” 
 
 “ The smells. They ’ re too much. I barely made it home after my hike: the grass, the rock, the ground types. It followed me. Hung in the air. ” 
 
 “ I see. ” The doctor scribbled onto her pad. 
 
 “ That ’ s why I can ’ t go to the bbq, the smells. ” 
 
 “ Are you able to elaborate? Do the smells of the other trainers remind you of the other types? ” 
 
 Lt. Surge stood and paced to the window. His face pointing towards the window. His eyes open, staring, but not looking. “ The meat, is what I mean. Their flesh, it smells like… ” 
 
 The doctor continued scribbling. 
 
 Lt. Surge turned to face the doctor. “ You ’ ve read my dossier. You know I led a fire team. I can forget seeing the fields of dead. I can forget hearing the cries and moans. I can ’ t forget the smell. ” 

