The night that Mewtwo had attacked the Stow-On-Side gym was bitterly cold. In fact, snow was starting to fall from the sky. I hoped Allister would make it back to the hospital okay. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall, until I heard Bea waking up . I headed over to her bed and brushed her growing bangs away from her face. "Hi sweetie. How are you doing?" I asked. She winced in pain and looked up at me with teary blue eyes that could melt anyone's heart. "I'm d-doing fine," she said, smiling weakly. I smiled back at her and sat down on her bed. I pointed to the window, where large, white snowflakes were drifting down slowly. "Look," I said to her. "Isn't it pretty?" She nodded and smiled, watching the crystallized raindrops fall down gently. She sat like this for a while, mesmerized. It distracted her from her health issues, so I wanted it to last for quite a while. I looked down at the amazing young girl, thinking that I would do anything for her, and knowing that she would do anything for me and Allister. I talked to her in a calm, soothing voice, eventually putting her to sleep. I waited until Allister came back, basically covered in snow. I giggled and brushed off some of the snow, and he leaned into me, shivering. "Is the gym okay?" I asked him quietly. Looking up at me, he said, "Not really... most of it was destroyed..." I was shocked. Our gym was really durable, so I wasn't surprised that at least some of the gym was alright. I was more surprised that it had been destroyed. "...But our home is okay?" I saw tears in Alli's eyes. "Th-the gym was the only thing... that at least partially survived..." I hugged him, beginning to cry too. What was I going to tell Bea? She was so overly concerned about Stow-On-Side. She would be crushed to hear that our home was destroyed. "Alli- the people?" I asked him. He hugged me tightly, and I heard him whisper, "Th-they're safe." We went into the room and curled up against my sister, falling asleep as well.
In the morning, I pulled Allister aside and spoke to him quietly about Bea's intestinal surgery. His eyes widened, and he looked scared. I told him that it would be worse if she didn't have the surgery. He nodded and left to go to... what used to be home.
Bea woke up and looked at me, seeing how sad I looked. "What's wrong?" she asked me. Tears came to my eyes, but I had to tell her that our home was destroyed. She looked shocked. Then tears started to pool in her eyes, making them sparkle. She stayed quiet though, because she was trying to reverse back to her stoic self, but I could clearly see the pain in her eyes. I hugged her and told her that it was going to be okay.
The surgery was really making Bea nervous. She kept talking about how scared she was that it wasn't going to go well. For the next few days, it was really just her getting sick and us talking. Gloria and her friends also kept visiting Bea, so she wasn't entirely lonely. It became a routine for us, eventually. I spent the days mostly talking to Bea, staying with her, trying to keep her preoccupied with small activities to keep her from getting bored. She enjoyed talking with me and spending time together.

The week of Bea's surgery came up really quickly. She laid awake in bed all night the night before the surgery, and when I went to check up on her, I could see her face was stained with tears. Putting my hand on her shoulder, I told her that she would be fine. She nodded but didn't stop crying. I reached up and wiped her tears away.

The surgeons came in to retrieve Bea from her room at approximately 9:30 a.m. She started crying and clutched my hand, until someone injected her with the anesthesia, which weakened her enough to cause her to let go of my hand. Allister stood behind me the whole time, but as soon as they had taken Bea away, he wrapped his arms around my waist and started crying. I stroked his hair gently, telling him that she would be fine, trying to comfort him, trying to comfort myself, because inside, I was dying. How could I let something like this happen to my sweet, precious twin sister, who was in so much pain and suffering right now, and let my younger brother watch helplessly as the girl who had protected and loved him for longer than I had even known either of them, be whisked off for a life-saving dissection? "I'm such a terrible sister," I murmured into Allister's ear. These words, as I spoke them, brought me back to when Bea and I were 15 years old and Bea had been brutally defeated by Galar's former Champion, Leon. I heard Bea's voice in my head, remembering her speak similar words: "I'm sorry... I'm such a terrible Trainer," she had said, tears falling from her eyes.

I couldn't help either of them now. I felt... hopeless. Helpless. I started crying. I stayed this way until they told me that the operation was done and took me to the recovery room. I sat in the corner of the room in a chair, trying not to startle her when she woke up. When she did, though, she panicked a little, probably not seeing that I was there. I walked over to her and hugged her gently. "How do you feel?" I asked her. She didn't answer, just cried into my shoulder.
"Shh... It's okay..." I didn't want to get upset, to lose control of my powers again. Bea tightened her grip on me. I hugged her back before I started crying.

Hey guys! Sorry about the short chapter, but I just had to update this before I forgot about it. Thanks for reading!!!