Sup. So, this is my first story. Enjoy.
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Btw, Pikapi means Ash, Pikachu-Pi means Misty, and Pika-Chu means Brock. Enjoy my story. Criticism appreciated.

~.:Misty's POV:.~ A soft cough resounded in my ears, reminding me of the current situation as I fumbled in my red knapsack, searching for a canteen. I glanced worriedly over my shoulder at a miserable, raven-haired boy who had emitted the sound, and he cast his feverish, dark brown gaze towards my sea-blue. A sharp pang of sympathy stabbed my chest; Sure, Ash has been through a lot of frightening situations, and he could probably withstand a light flu, but I couldn't help but pity him. His temperature had leaped from 97 to 103, before jumping back to 98 and repeating the order, causing him severe chills and hot flashes.
He had absolutely no appetite, though even if he did he probably wouldn't be able to eat due to his sore throat. |Poor thing...| I thought, continuing to rummage through my bag and, at long last, tugging the canteen free from the tangle of clothes surrounding it.
"Empty," I stated flatly, swinging my head around to face the boy, whom had burst into a coughing fit. A small, electric rodent had curled up in his lap, and had twitched its ears at my remark. Pikachu probably found the abnormal warmth emitting from Ash to be quite comfortable, though judging by his sweaty face and constant trembling, it was obviously the opposite for the young boy. I rose to my feet, stretching and tucking a loose strand of ginger hair behind my ear, "I'm gonna grab some water from the pond. You gonna be alright?" Ash nodded silently, his eyelids fluttering shut over his wide, chocolate eyes. Sighing, I swung the strap of the water container onto my shoulder before moving on at a brisk pace. I swiftly took notice of the sound of trickling water, and, sure enough, the miniscule pond appeared before my eyes, the endless brush of the forest slightly clearing. Dipping the canteen beneath the surface, I bit back a soft growl of annoyance as Brock entered my mind. He was supposed to return yesterday from gathering supplies from a nearby village, and had yet to show up at camp. With a dismayed shake of my head, I hefted myself to a standing position, cracking my back before walking back towards the temporary camp we had set up. It would be a while yet until Ash got the fluids he needed; I had to boil the water, and then I would have to let it cool. Not to mention I would most likely have extreme difficulty in starting a fire, since that was just how I was. I returned to find the 10-year old asleep, though he had remained sitting up and managed to keep a thin blanket wrapped tightly around his petite, scrawny bodice. His lids snapped open at my arrival, though I had no idea how he noticed me ,"H-hey, Mist," He rasped.
"Shut up," I retorted, setting down the canteen and gathering kindling from the outskirts of the camp.
"W-what was that for?" Ash muttered, his voice not containing the fire it usually had when he replied to a canny comment made by me.
"You have to rest. You'll have to wait for your water." A glimpse of the young boy from the corner of my eye revealed him to be frowning, and I tried not to care. Finally, I gathered the proper amount of twigs to begin the firewood, and I tossed them into what we had made the "fire pit". With that done, I searched for larger sticks to feed the flame, exiting the tiny clearing and leaving Ash with his Pikachu.
~.:Ash's POV:.~ Ugh. I felt awful. Truly dreadful. Forcing my slightly-blurred vision to focus upon the vibrant-yellow mouse in my lap, I winced as a wave of heat pulsated throughout me, almost nothing compared to my pounding temples. I glared at nothing in particular, simply loosening the poorly-woven fabric wrapped around me in a futile effort to cool off. I was happy that Misty had gone, yet again disappointed, mainly because I was dying of thirst and in need of a drink. Shifting my position in an attempt to become more comfortable, I forced a wheezy sigh to scrape through my throat.
"Stupid,"I mumbled to myself, using a shaking hand to shrug my jet black bangs, damp from perspiration, from my forehead. Pikachu stirred, a soft yawn escaping it as yellowy sparks flared dangerously from its crimson cheek pouches. I gently scuffed behind his large, ebon-tipped ears and received a satisfied "chaa" in response. He carefully mounted my shoulder, rubbing his face against mine and releasing a comforting chitter. Even with my sour mood, I couldn't resist a smile. Pikachu always knew how to make me feel better. Absentmindedly continuing to caress the Mouse Pokemon's sleek fur, I gazed off into the blurred wisps of green and brown that resembled a forest. I wondered why Brock was late. A contempt, bitter smirk crossed my facial features, as I thought to myself |Probably caught up with a Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny.| I nearly laughed aloud. Suddenly, the intense heat I had nearly forgotten about dispersed, being replaced with a biting chill. Whimpering softly, I clutched the abrasive blanket within my fingertips, drawing the course fabric closer to me. Beads of sweat broke on my forehead and brow, my own cheeks deepening in their reddish tint. Weariness tugged at me, urging me to lay down and fall asleep. The dizziness and spinning of the world seemed to agree, and I finally succumbed to my exhaustion, leaning back on top of my sleeping bag. A soft groan escaping my lips, I felt Pikachu sprawl out across my chest, his cold nose pressing into my neck. I hugged the electrical rodent against my ribcage, already finding my lids slithering shut over my dark amber gaze and the sounds around me muffling out. Everything, my awareness, my thoughts, vanished from my mindscape as I descended into the dark swirls of slumber.
~.:Pikachu's POV:.~ |Poor Pikapi.| I thought sympathetically, sniffing his sickly-scented breath with a twitch of my tiny, stygian nose and wrinkling my muzzle in distaste. Whatever was ravaging inside of Pikapi, it was definitely bringing harm to him. My Trainer, best friend. A defensive growl vibrated in my throat, and I felt the protective urge to guard him from anything that would try to injure him in this state. After his raspy breathing slowed and his grip on my powerful form loosened, I gingerly freed myself from his grasp, shaking out my aureate, short fur. I lifted a short forepaw, taking in the odor of both myself and the illness that Pikapi had caught. I couldn't shield my Trainer from harm while smelling of this stench! Briskly cleaning my face, I searched for a nearby water source to roll in, being certain to keep Pikapi within my sights. Unfortunately, all that was close was the pond, but it was still too far; I wouldn't be able to see Pikapi! So, I simply settled for a patch of wild garlic, tumbling in the strong-scented plants until my pelt was rid of the horrible essence. Swiping my tongue a single time across my forepaw, I bounded back in the direction of my companion, halting at his flank and seating myself in a purposeful manner. I had to safeguard him, no matter what! Electricity dazzled my scarlet cheek pouches perilously, and my sleek muscles rippled beneath my fur as I prepared for an attack at any moment.
|Nobody'll get to Pikapi no matter what. Unless it's Pikachu-pi, or Pika-Chu, but Pika-Chu's been gone for a couple of days. I wonder if he left again.| I wondered, tilting my head in a confused manner |But I would've heard if Pika-Chu left. Pikapi would have told me, or Pikachu-Pi would have said something.| With a flick of my sable-tinted ears, I continued to guard Pikapi silently.

So, how's that for a first story?