Disclaimer: I do not own pokémon, I never owned pokémon, and I can only
wish that I will some day. Anyone who confuses this work with something
actually produced by Nintendo, 4kids, or anyone actually affiliated with
pokémon should have their head examined.
Chapter 1
A glaring light shone overhead as the fluorescent bulbs made a thin buzzing noise. The room was cold. Mike sat in the cushy chair, its pink upholstery was soft and scratchy. Nurse Joy had gone into the back leaving him all alone in the room. The Meowth clock on the wall ticked back and forth, its eerie tail twitching back and forth to the tempo of its creepy shifting eyes. Serious, what did she see in those things? The battle had gone badly. How could a fluke like that happen. It was just unimaginable. He buried his head in his hands. Why? Why? Why?...Why him? Treecko had been his best friend, and now, just behind that door he was huddled in a glass case about two feet long lying on his side with a giant bandage on his head. The chances looked grim, but if Treecko would hold on this long by some miracle, then so would Mike. Mike resolved himself, he would have faith.
He leaned over and tried to get some sleep, but it wouldn't come, not though the tears. He just couldn't stop asking himself why. Why this? Why that? He could have saved Treecko. Treecko wouldn't be in that glass case now if it weren't for him. It had been just a routine battle. A trainer named Caleb had challenged him to a match of grass pokémon. Caleb's Bellsprout versus Mike's Treecko. The battle had begun and for much of the first part Bellsprout seemed to have the upper hand. It's repeated Razor Leaf attacks were just too much. But then Mike realized something. Bellsprout always did a small duck before throwing leaves. He conferred this information to Treecko and then things turned around. Treecko, now knowing when the strikes would come was easily able to dodge. The more complex the dodge, the easier it was to throw Bellsprout off and land a solid attack. This was repeated again and again, a favorite tactic of Treecko being to bounce off trees like a homing super ball. The problem came when Treecko, having mastered two-tree bounces, was trying three. Treecko seemed to move like a blur. Bam bam bam he bounced. He did it again, Bellsprout was tired. Treecko leapt up for the tree again and as he pushed up there was a crack and Treecko came down, not like a bullet and ready for action but with a dull thud. Mike knew something was wrong. Bellsprout was preparing for an Razor Leaf. Mike just stood there, dumb with silence. The Razor Leaf came with such a fury, unnaturally fast from such frustration of the Bellsprout. The leaves whizzed by, smacking the stunned Treecko hard. There was a horrible yelp of pain and then two quick slicing sounds, like a saw through wood. The tree came down, downward, it's shadow looming over Treecko. This almost comical situation which by probability was almost impossible was unfolding before his eyes. Treecko's head turned to look at Mike, a quizzical puzzled expression in its eyes. Then the tree hit. For a second Mike was still. The trainer Caleb was already screaming with horror and trying frantically to help and yelling sorry all the time. Mike just stood. He could have grabbed Treecko to safety, there was at least five seconds of clear time before the tree fell. Why didn't he respond. This is what haunted him.
The clock meowed twelve times and then it was silent, except for the ticking of the clock. Mike shifted, then stood up. He couldn't stand sitting down any longer and walked over to the door to the recovery room. Recovery room was a kind of misnomer because while most of the pokémon there were to make a full recovery they just, as a matter of simplicity, stuck all patients who weren't in medical treatment there, even those between surgeries and such. He walked into the room. At least a hundred tables, some little, some big were orderly lined in the room. Each table was mounted with a glace case, most were empty. He passed a Feraligatr in a large case, it had a long bandage around its hip. How peaceful and serene the beast looked sedated so by sleep. Natural sleep, something he wish Treecko could be experiencing.
He walked onward until he came to Treecko's case. It was pitiful to see the tiny shape huddled up in a fetal position with it's head covered in bandages and a large splint on its leg. He blamed himself for everything, he was supposed to look out for Treecko and now this had happened. There was a long silence where even his thoughts where silent and the only sound was the subliminal hum of electricity. Then something surprised Mike. Treecko moved, ever so slightly. It opened its eyes and gazed blearily around the room. Mike stood in awed silence, wishing only that he could find words to speak with. Treecko's eyes settled on his, but not with malice he expected, instead they were soothed and calm. It must be the pain killers he told himself. Treecko closed its eyes as if thinking. "Treecko," Mike said plaintively, "I'm sorry about what happened, I...I...I..." Treecko's eyes opened again with a glimmer of passing annoyance and then shifted back into calm as Mike stopped talking. Treecko opened its mouth and the words formed "N-no, no, it isn't your fault," it said in a raspy strained voice like a tongue one hasn't used in ten years, "It all just, happened. I'd rather that it didn't but we've all got to go sometime. I've already gotten the greatest gift I could receive." Mike was stunned, he had never heard a pokémon talk, ever.
It must be some sort of miracle, Mike had to ask "What gift is that?."
"He, I thought you'd ask that question, I did. I guess you and I aren't very different, at least we probably won't be. Consider yourself lucky though."
Lucky? How was Mike lucky, his only pokémon was on the verge of death and he was supposed to be lucky? "What do you mean by that?" He said.
"Ugh, I hurt all over. I best tell you quick. "Go see Hyltik, tell him I sent you, friend." At this Treecko's voice stopped and he shut his mouth, casting his gaze over to Mike, he blinked once and then his eyelids drooped.
Mike sat there for a moment his head bowed in silence. I tiny tear dripped onto the floor. With it seemed to go all he had ever known.
Chapter 1
A glaring light shone overhead as the fluorescent bulbs made a thin buzzing noise. The room was cold. Mike sat in the cushy chair, its pink upholstery was soft and scratchy. Nurse Joy had gone into the back leaving him all alone in the room. The Meowth clock on the wall ticked back and forth, its eerie tail twitching back and forth to the tempo of its creepy shifting eyes. Serious, what did she see in those things? The battle had gone badly. How could a fluke like that happen. It was just unimaginable. He buried his head in his hands. Why? Why? Why?...Why him? Treecko had been his best friend, and now, just behind that door he was huddled in a glass case about two feet long lying on his side with a giant bandage on his head. The chances looked grim, but if Treecko would hold on this long by some miracle, then so would Mike. Mike resolved himself, he would have faith.
He leaned over and tried to get some sleep, but it wouldn't come, not though the tears. He just couldn't stop asking himself why. Why this? Why that? He could have saved Treecko. Treecko wouldn't be in that glass case now if it weren't for him. It had been just a routine battle. A trainer named Caleb had challenged him to a match of grass pokémon. Caleb's Bellsprout versus Mike's Treecko. The battle had begun and for much of the first part Bellsprout seemed to have the upper hand. It's repeated Razor Leaf attacks were just too much. But then Mike realized something. Bellsprout always did a small duck before throwing leaves. He conferred this information to Treecko and then things turned around. Treecko, now knowing when the strikes would come was easily able to dodge. The more complex the dodge, the easier it was to throw Bellsprout off and land a solid attack. This was repeated again and again, a favorite tactic of Treecko being to bounce off trees like a homing super ball. The problem came when Treecko, having mastered two-tree bounces, was trying three. Treecko seemed to move like a blur. Bam bam bam he bounced. He did it again, Bellsprout was tired. Treecko leapt up for the tree again and as he pushed up there was a crack and Treecko came down, not like a bullet and ready for action but with a dull thud. Mike knew something was wrong. Bellsprout was preparing for an Razor Leaf. Mike just stood there, dumb with silence. The Razor Leaf came with such a fury, unnaturally fast from such frustration of the Bellsprout. The leaves whizzed by, smacking the stunned Treecko hard. There was a horrible yelp of pain and then two quick slicing sounds, like a saw through wood. The tree came down, downward, it's shadow looming over Treecko. This almost comical situation which by probability was almost impossible was unfolding before his eyes. Treecko's head turned to look at Mike, a quizzical puzzled expression in its eyes. Then the tree hit. For a second Mike was still. The trainer Caleb was already screaming with horror and trying frantically to help and yelling sorry all the time. Mike just stood. He could have grabbed Treecko to safety, there was at least five seconds of clear time before the tree fell. Why didn't he respond. This is what haunted him.
The clock meowed twelve times and then it was silent, except for the ticking of the clock. Mike shifted, then stood up. He couldn't stand sitting down any longer and walked over to the door to the recovery room. Recovery room was a kind of misnomer because while most of the pokémon there were to make a full recovery they just, as a matter of simplicity, stuck all patients who weren't in medical treatment there, even those between surgeries and such. He walked into the room. At least a hundred tables, some little, some big were orderly lined in the room. Each table was mounted with a glace case, most were empty. He passed a Feraligatr in a large case, it had a long bandage around its hip. How peaceful and serene the beast looked sedated so by sleep. Natural sleep, something he wish Treecko could be experiencing.
He walked onward until he came to Treecko's case. It was pitiful to see the tiny shape huddled up in a fetal position with it's head covered in bandages and a large splint on its leg. He blamed himself for everything, he was supposed to look out for Treecko and now this had happened. There was a long silence where even his thoughts where silent and the only sound was the subliminal hum of electricity. Then something surprised Mike. Treecko moved, ever so slightly. It opened its eyes and gazed blearily around the room. Mike stood in awed silence, wishing only that he could find words to speak with. Treecko's eyes settled on his, but not with malice he expected, instead they were soothed and calm. It must be the pain killers he told himself. Treecko closed its eyes as if thinking. "Treecko," Mike said plaintively, "I'm sorry about what happened, I...I...I..." Treecko's eyes opened again with a glimmer of passing annoyance and then shifted back into calm as Mike stopped talking. Treecko opened its mouth and the words formed "N-no, no, it isn't your fault," it said in a raspy strained voice like a tongue one hasn't used in ten years, "It all just, happened. I'd rather that it didn't but we've all got to go sometime. I've already gotten the greatest gift I could receive." Mike was stunned, he had never heard a pokémon talk, ever.
It must be some sort of miracle, Mike had to ask "What gift is that?."
"He, I thought you'd ask that question, I did. I guess you and I aren't very different, at least we probably won't be. Consider yourself lucky though."
Lucky? How was Mike lucky, his only pokémon was on the verge of death and he was supposed to be lucky? "What do you mean by that?" He said.
"Ugh, I hurt all over. I best tell you quick. "Go see Hyltik, tell him I sent you, friend." At this Treecko's voice stopped and he shut his mouth, casting his gaze over to Mike, he blinked once and then his eyelids drooped.
Mike sat there for a moment his head bowed in silence. I tiny tear dripped onto the floor. With it seemed to go all he had ever known.