Red feels his toes curl involuntarily as Snorlax faints. He lost. Sure it’s happened before and he doesn’t feel shame at losing to Blue. His oldest friend and strongest rival is a fantastic trainer but normally he doesn’t let the stakes get this high. Too bad he let himself get talked into making a bet...with Blue...on who loses. His cheeky friend pulls him away from his thought.
“Yo, Pokemon Master, come-on we’re visiting the Poke-Center and then on to the fun stuff!”
Of course he’s eager, he won and Red knows exactly what he wants to do.
He can’t bring himself to delay getting to the Center, the thought if his Pokemon fainted in their balls is enough to spur him to quick movement, one of the reasons he became such a renowned battler iss because he hates to see them hurt. After dropping them off for healing