[PLOT]Southern Tropics - Rebuilding

Job: Medical Assistance Required

Payment: Bits, if you could

Location: WhiteWater City

WhiteWater City. A place so white, so shiny some said you could go blind just by looking it at the wrong time of the day. It was obviously just a myth, but the fact some brought sunglasses just because of it illustrated the meaning very well. Another thing was known for was it`s good welcome to digimon from all over the digital world, especially in the summer. The openn beaches, the great stands, restaurants and hotels... Oh, the lemmonade, it still gave Ann a sweet taste in her mouth despite not having drinked on in a month.

Yet, today they were visiting WhiteWater. They had schedualed a tour guide there, one to show the place, it`s wonders. Certainly they would hear of historical facts and legends no one really knew about, they would see beauty and shows from all over WhiteWater, they would get to drink that lemmonade again...

"You`re drolling a bit, my princess." Treat told his human partner. The blue puppy looked her with examining eyes, while a smile was spread in his face. This made Ann giggle a bit, as that kind of smiling Sherlock Holmes just looked really nice on Treat, while still amusing. Ann enjoyed that look on her partner. "What were you thinking about my princess? Was it the lemmonade?"

"Yeah, actually you`re right, Treat. It still gives me that taste in my mouth...oh wait, I`m drolling again, am`t I?" Ann asked, cleaning her mouth. A load of drol was now in dress and she shook her arm to put it throw it away. "Aren`t you glad we`re getting to WhiteWater again?"

"If you are, then I am." Treat replied "Just let us try to make a good impression til we get..."

Treat stopped and so did Ann. For a moment, they just stood there, horrifed, but then, Ann collapsed on Treat, who garbbed his tamer the best he could, given he was shaped as a blue puppy. By the looks of it, there would be no lemmonade on that day: WhiteWater was in ruins.

A few hours later, Ann woke up. She was in this grey room, entriely concrete with some improvised bedade from leaves beneath her. She saw some cracks on the roof, leading up to a large hole in it. She turned her head slightly, spotting Treat right next to her, watching her.

"Treat, WhiteWater, it...tell me it was just a bad dream." Ann requested. Could it be true? Was WhiteWater really destroyed? What happened to it? Who would do such a thing to such a lovely place? "Where am I?"

"I wish I could, but if I did it, I'd be lying. It seems there was some kind of attack on WhiteWater. Some tried to stand up to the attacker, a Sandiramon, but ultimatly they couldn't stop it from destroying the city and escaping. As for where you are, you're lying on a bed from an improvised hospital from WhiteWater City." Treat Ann, who looked down, sad. "Hiw are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, Treat. Wait, you say this was a...hospital? There's a hole in the roof! This place is out of condition!" Ann complained.

"I said "improvised hospital". Beleive me, my princess, compared to rest of the city this a pretty comfy spot." Treat stated. "Now, let's go, there's a whole line of digimon waiting for that spot you're lying on. I'm not feeling good about us holding that place too much, and I'm sure neither are you my princess."

"You're right, we should go." Ann said, standing up. She felt so sad. What if the lemmonade digimon got killed in the attack? And all those digimon, just going about and suddenly asomeone shows up a destroys their homes, the place they grew up in or the place they worked their life's to afford? That wasn't fair! And to add up to it, there was a whole line of digimon waiting for the very spot she was lying on,so many wounded there were. What kind of monster would do such a thing?

At the entrance, Ann approached the "hospital's" receptionist. She had taken up space, now she should help. She'd try to get payed a bit, so she could find a gift for Treat when they left, for staying there with her. She wondered if Treat like chewing toys, like real dogs did?"

"In what can I help you?" She asked.

"Oh, I'd like to help out with the wounded" Ann said. " I have no medical experimece, but I just...feel so sorry about what happened here.

"I understand, darling. You can help carrying medicine and medical equipment. That partner of your's looks strong." The Recepcionist suggested. Ann loooked at Treat for approval.

"I'll do what you want, my princess." Treat assured Ann.

And so, for the rest of the day, they limited themselves to bringin medical stuff here and there. Treat carried the heavy stuff while Ann carried the small stuff. Yet, unlike Treat, Ann was mixing up treatments, entering the worng rooms and she almost fell from a window, so distracted she was. She couldn't help but her attention to all the wounded, almost feeling their pain. Once more, Ann wondered who would do this to WhiteWater Coty and why.

After they're job was done, Ann left the hospital sadder than before volunteering, the opposite of the expected result.

"Is there something wrong, my princess?" Treat asked.

"No, I'm fine, it's just..." Ann stopped talking as she noticed a small doll of a pink knight digimon in a pool of dirty water, a few inches away from her. In a sudden wave of sadness, she fell on her knees, crying.

(Job Done)