Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any of its related themes or characters. This is just a FANfiction tribute to their awesomeness.
AN: Set sometimes during Season 1.
AN2: This just popped into my head after episode 1... I've been meaning to write this since I started watching it like 8 years agi...
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Fever
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Fourth day into the fever and Pikachu's temperature decided to spike at four in the morning.
Ash soaks the facecloth for the sixth time that hour and fans it in the air to cool it down more, "Come on, Pikachu... don't do this to me again..." he mutters with a concerned frown on his face. He was pretty sure Nurse Joy told him that Pikachu's fever would be over by day two. This was dragging on too long.
The small Pikachu looks up, his cheeks sparking for a second as if to tell his trainer 'I didn't plan this, you know!'.
"I know... I know..." Ash placates and gently lays the cloth back on his friend's forehead. The wince his Pikachu reacted with from the cold had Ash biting his lip with shared pain, "Sorry..."
"Pika... Pikachu..." Pikachu murmurs, sighing and trying to bury himself into the cushioned bed.
"I'm not going to sleep until you feel better!" Ash snaps angrily, his voice a little higher pitched than he would've liked. He takes a seat next to Pikachu on the make-shift bed of cushions and pulls his best friend closer to him.
For a moment Pikachu lifts his head, staring at his trainer with a searching gaze as if to make sure Ash was telling the truth.
Ash merely smiles comfortingly.
"Chaa..." Pikachu croons contently for a moment, nuzzling into Ash's side.
'I'll have to take Pikachu back to the Pokémon Centre tomorrow...' Ash thought with a frustrated sigh. He absently brushes Pikachu's forehead, scratching behind the mouse's occasionally sparking cheeks as an afterthought.
"Don't worry..." Ash rubbed his sleepy eyes before stifling an involuntary yawn. He adjusts his seating position to keep himself awake for a couple more hours, "I'll take care of you."
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