Shaun's legs were like jelly underneath him, but once they were off the docks he recovered a little faster. He coughed occasionally, and his nose and throat were burning from the water he'd inhaled, but he was more psychologically injured than physically, even though he limped on his hurt ankle.

When they got to the checkpoint and the guard there called for backup to escort them to the Pokemon center, Shaun's explanation went over a little better than Blake's did. His voice trembled and splintered as he stumbled over the words, but the little trooper made it through the recounting without crying, even though he had to scrub at his eyes. In the warmth of the checkpoint, the adrenaline that had been keeping his legs under him until that point gave out, and he just fell pitifully to his knees, unable to go any farther.