A Bedridden Admiral

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Claude laid on his and Roxanne's bed, ice pack on his head and a box of tissues and a water bottle on his nightstand. Kitana took his temperature with a frown. "104.3 temp, persistent cough, runny nose, and headaches. You're definitely sick dad."

"No... that's not right," he coughed. "I have to be ready to go when... when Ryko gives the order."

"Mr. Ryko is sick too, a lot of Pokémon are. Mr. Sigal isn't, though. But still, you're in no condition to lift just the sword half of The Claudehammer, let alone go on a mission. It'll have to wait," she reaffirmed.

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