"Hi! I'm Ash Ketchum! Nice to meet you!"
"Pip-Pip-Lup!"
"When two people meet, something is born,"
"See you later, Dee-Dee!"
"Have fun on your pokemon journey!"
Dawn's Point of View
"What... Where am I?" I asked, opening my sapphire blue eyes slowly.
"In the hospital," I heard a voice say.
Rubbing my eyes, I got a good look at the guy.
"Who are you?" I asked the strange boy.
"What? Are you serious? It's me, Paul!" he said, as if he somehow knew me.
"I don't...know you," I said to him.
"Of course you do! We were both trainers, remember? And I attended all your pokemon contests!" the purple-haired boy told me.
"Wait," I said, scratching my head. "How did I get here?"
"Our pokemon were being capured by this evil orginazation known as Team Galactic. All the pokemon were going to be injected with two liquids: The first being one that releases them from their pokeballs so that we can't send them back. The second being an amnesia-sort so that they don't remember us. However, when they were about to inject the amnesia-liquid into the pokemon, you intervened and the needle landed in your skin instead. I took you here as soon as Team Galactic gave up, as Cyrus, their leader, pushed so much amnesia-liquid into your body by accident that he had barely enough left for one pokemon," Paul explained.
"So that's why I can't remember you," I said, looking down. I guess that's why I felt this way. Like something was missing. As if one piece of a 100-piece puzzle was gone.
"How long have I been here?" I asked the nurse.
"You've been passed out for a whole week," the nurse replied.
Then I saw a man in a pale mint-green scrub come in my hospital room. "Hiya. I'm the amnesia therapist," the guy said with a smile on his face.
"Hi! My name's Dawn and I'm from TwinLeaf Town," I replied.
"Well, Dawn, let's get started right away," the man said, taking out a clipboard and pen.
"So, what do you remember before you passed out?"
"I can't say. I remember meeting this boy with spiky black hair with a hat and an older one who had closed eyes all the time and spiky, uncovered brown hair," I said, trying to yank the memories out of my head.
"Uh huh," he said, quickly jotting this down on his clipboard.
"Anything else?"
"Well, I also remember traveling with them. I competed in pokemon contests and caught pokemon-" then I gasped. "My pokemon! Where are they?" I frantically asked, sitting up and looking around.
"Don't strain yourself!" the nurse said, gently pushing my head back down on the pillow.
"The pokemon are in a pokemon center across the street," the nurse said, opening the curtains.
"Moving on," the man in the green scrub said. "Do you remember this boy?" he asked me, gesturing to Paul.
"He's vaguely familiar, but I don't remember what he was like or which pokemon he had. I ran across him one or two times, but that's about all I remember," I told them.
Paul hung his head, depressed I didn't remember him. Seeing the sad look on his face, I smiled at him. "Hey, no need to worry! Everything's gonna be alright as soon as I get my memory back!"
But instead of smiling as I had expected, the nurse and the amnesia specialist just stayed quiet and grimaced.
"What's wrong?" I asked them.
"We're not completely sure if... it's possible to regain your memory," the amnesia specialist told her. The nurse nodded.
"You have guests," a nurse said, popping her head in the door.
"Very well. Come in," the other nurse said.