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It happened far too quickly.
Ash had only taken his eyes off the battlefield for a second; Pikachu was stood on its hind legs, excitedly squeaking "Pika!" at its opponent one moment and was on the ground, beneath some rubble the next. This didn't worry Ash much at first, Pikachu had been in battles like this hundreds of times before and had gotten back up, ready to fight within seconds of being hit. But Pikachu didn't get back up. Nothing came from the rubble, not even the smallest of cries. Pikachu made no move, no sound that would let Ash know it was OK.
"Pikachu!" the boy cried, running onto the battlefield, moving the rubble off of his friend. Pikachu's fur was already soaked with blood, and one wound was bleeding uncontrollably, making a crimson pool on the ground.
Ash remembers his lungs burning as he burst through the entrance of the Pokemon centre, panting hard from running at such speed. He remembers handing his poor, mangled Pikachu to a grim looking Nurse Joy, who calmly told him she'd try.
And he remembers how, after an agonising wait, she'd said:
"I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do."
Ash went in to see his Pikachu's body. He didn't react at all, to begin with, but once it hit him that Pikachu, his best friend, his partner since day one, was gone, he broke completely. He fell to the ground, sobbing and screaming I'm sorry, and I shouldn't have let you out of my sight, and I love you. He buried his face in the sheet that covered what was left of his little Pokemon and sobbed until he no longer had the strength to do so…
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Kitty x