Hanging By A Moment
Drew x May
Prologue
"Do they know what happened to her?" Mom. I could hear her. My Mom Caroline's voice, forcing me to fight unconciousness. I wanted to find my own voice and tell her what had happened to me and why I was in critical pain right now, but I couldn't even open my eyes, let alone speak. I was laying across something cushioned which was being pushed hastily down a hall and with a rush of voices around me.
"She was found near LittleRoot town, at the bottom of a small cliff!" I had been in LittleRoot town earlier, I remembered. I wanted to visit Prof. Birch to tell him of my journey around Johto. I had returned back to Hoenn from Johto just a week ago, with no other future travelling plans in mind. I left my Pokemon at home to recover, so when I stumbled over the cliff's edge and made my fatal fall, no one was particularly there to rescue me. The entire explanation was running through me head. If I could just tell Mom not to worry...but I couldn't. I heard her crying, which eventually faded into the distance as the doctor's brought me past a pair of doors.
Time passed as my mind refused to stay concious long enough to discover how much time, all I knew was of the world slipping by me, and I fought against it. I wanted to travel and get up out of this place, whatever this place was. Machines beeped around my motionless body. Occasionally there would be the sound of someone sobbing, whom I believed to be Mom, and someone telling me to get better, who was probably my Dad, Norman. Norman and Caroline, Mom and Dad. I hadn't heard my brother's voice, and eventually a part of my mind recognized that he was off on his own journey, in Kanto. Sometimes I heard the unfamiliar voices of men and women that did daily checkups on me, usually talking over me, which only registered as whispers in my ears. Yes, the world was slipping away from me, until I heard him. His voice, I would always remember. He could always spring life through me.
"How is she?" Drew asked. He did not sound particularly concerned, however, not typically cold. Just smooth. Calm and collected, an attitude I'd grown envious of, because he always knew how to make everything seem so cool.
"The doctor says she is getting better. Her head is fine, but she has a broken arm, fractured ribs..." the voices faded. No, I had to fight to stay awake. I wanted to hear this, and see Drew. I needed proof that I was no halucinating. My rival was here in the hospital to see, me?
"Has she been awake yet?"
"Not completely. Sometimes she'll randomly start speaking, but not full sentences or anything. She sleeps most of the time."
He snorted. "That's just like her - lazy. Doesn't she understand, she has other things to do than lay around?" He wasn't directly speaking to Mom, that was certain. His voice raised, more toward me, I could tell. I knew it couldn't be true, no way could Drew be here with me, but his comment, halucination or not, had to recieve a response. I struggled and stirred, yet my head could only shift to the side of the room, the side where I heard the voices coming from.
"D-Drew.." I gasped out. My eyes slid half way open and my vision blurred viciously, but I noticed the mob of green hair that identified Drew to me.
"Oh, honey..." Mom had sobbed.
"Drew," My eyes were starting to close. "You... jerk..." My voice was faint, and soon, everything was black. I heard no more voices.
Days were passing by, but eventually I felt better. Not healed, only prepared to awaken. When my eyes fluttered open and a white cieling stared back at me, I somewhat expected Mom and Dad to already be at my side. On the contrary, only beeping machines surrounded the hospital bed I laid across. No one else, but me. Or so I thought.
"About time." the slurred, cocky tone was all too familiar to me. He was leaning against the ivory wall to my left, apparently too 'macho' to just sit down on one of the many chairs in the room. His arms folded over his chest as his cat-like emerald eyes opened to pierce me. He still had that stare, too, the stare of confidence and knowledge. He must practice on being so smug.
"I-" My belly stirred with pain. I winced when struggling to sit up. Drew continued watching me.
"You must be stupid. Your ribs are wounded, why try sitting up?" He critically asked.
"Did you come here to just-" I winced again. "Judge me?"
He pulled away from the wall and my mind was processing too many thoughts at a time, but one thing that primarily stuck and lingered me was the thought of Drew, being in the Petalburg Hospital, practically by my side. The last time we crossed paths was the Johto Grand Festival. I processed how I defeated him, pushing onto the final battle with me and the trainer Solidad, only to face a loss. But I was the Runner-Up. I went home smugly that night and now after something-amount of days, Drew was in the hospital with me?
"The media was buzzing about you, May. 'Johto Leagues Runner Up Ends Up In Hospital'." He said weakly. "It wasn't hard to find out what hospital you were at."
"So you came to.. look for me?" I gasped, partly out of pain, and partly out of surprise.
"If my rival dies from being a klutz, someone has to talk to the reporters about the kind of trainer you were." He smirked.
"Gee. Thanks." I had no energy to make any smart remarks. Instead, I hunched over and wrapped my one unwounded arm around by belly. The next thing I knew, Drew was beside me and placing his arm around me, his hand grasping my right shoulder.
"Hey," He whispered. A strange new feeling emerged from within me. I felt my body head up, particularly my face that easily blushed. "Do you want me to get you a doctor?" My gaze melted into his, and for a split second, I couldn't remember what he was saying.
"Oh! Yes, a doctor, please.." I whimpered the last part. Deep down, something told me that he had came to Hoenn for other reasons. Reasons that, for now, would be unknown to me until the certain circumstances arrived.
