I don't own Pokemon. Dedicated to someone who I, we, need back very soon.


Beep. Beep.

You glance around the room you're in. Stale white walls. Paper thin green curtains. Noise and moans and oh you really don't want to be here right now. But then your gaze shifts to the focal point of this small space and you remember why you have to be.

Beep. Beep.

A pale hand pokes out of starchy covers. You take that hand, stroking it, and remembering when it used to be warm, pink. Now it's as dull as her hair's become. You lower your head and sigh, blocking out the happy memories of the past, the nightmarish memories that led you here. You have neither time nor energy for more tears. But you bow your head while terrible images run past your eyes anyway.

Beep. Beep.

She saw a butterfree. Just a simple butterfree. She's fine with them, sometimes, at least she's fine with yours but this one crawled on her head from behind and she screamed and then… Sleep Powder.

The doctors say that Sleep Powder is too strong for humans.

You could have guessed that when her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted, her breathing and heart rate coming slower and slower. Brock panicked, running for help, and you held her and cried, terrified. What would you do if her heart stopped? What about her breathing?

Isn't it funny? She was the one dying but it was your life that flashed before your eyes.

Beep. Beep.

You shake your head and try to clear the thoughts from your brain. But it's hard when this is first time you've seen her weak, seen her need someone. And you don't know what to do without her there. And the machines all around are beep beep beeping and you can't escape from it no matter how hard you try.

So you bury your head in her covers and cry again, because what else is there to do?

Wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And hope she comes back to you.

Beep. Beep. Beep…


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~Sofia