When Ash is sick, is it just a cold, or is something more dangerous afoot?
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Warninhs; Ash and Misty love.
Ash coughed loudly in his sleep. Tracy and Misty turn their heads worriedly in his direction. Ash had not been sleeping recently, and now he was, which worried them. He was often up late at night, cleaning his badges, training his Pokemon, or plotting how long it would take them to get to the next gym. Now it was Winter, and Ash had come down with an early Winter cold. Or was it?
`Do you think he's O.K.?' said Misty to Tracy, anxiously `Yeah,' replied Tracy, `a cold won't get him down.........'
`Pika chu pi pika ah!'
`Yeah, he'll be fine!' Misty told the yellow electric type Pokemon. `I wish I could be sure of that myself,' Misty sadly thought to herself, watch Ash breath rasperly.
`I used to like to watch you sleep at night, to hear you breath by my side...........(lyrics-not mine)...............' whispered Misty, replacing the wet pad on Ash's head. He had developed a fever, and being out on the cold wasn't partially helping him.
Tracy came back with wood for the fire. `How's he doing?' he asked, crouching down next to him.
`Not good............'
`He'll...........he'll be fine............'
`No,' announced Misty, standing unsteadily, `he won't. Something's wrong for him to be like this...............we have to get him to a Pokemon centre.'
`But, how? It may be more dangerous to move him!'
`I know..............but we got to,' said Misty, crouching down again.
How are they gonna move him? Give me ideas, because I am out, totally!
Disclaimer; Nothing I own, I own nothing, nothing is not owned by me, no nothing not owned etc, you get the picture.
Warninhs; Ash and Misty love.
Ash coughed loudly in his sleep. Tracy and Misty turn their heads worriedly in his direction. Ash had not been sleeping recently, and now he was, which worried them. He was often up late at night, cleaning his badges, training his Pokemon, or plotting how long it would take them to get to the next gym. Now it was Winter, and Ash had come down with an early Winter cold. Or was it?
`Do you think he's O.K.?' said Misty to Tracy, anxiously `Yeah,' replied Tracy, `a cold won't get him down.........'
`Pika chu pi pika ah!'
`Yeah, he'll be fine!' Misty told the yellow electric type Pokemon. `I wish I could be sure of that myself,' Misty sadly thought to herself, watch Ash breath rasperly.
`I used to like to watch you sleep at night, to hear you breath by my side...........(lyrics-not mine)...............' whispered Misty, replacing the wet pad on Ash's head. He had developed a fever, and being out on the cold wasn't partially helping him.
Tracy came back with wood for the fire. `How's he doing?' he asked, crouching down next to him.
`Not good............'
`He'll...........he'll be fine............'
`No,' announced Misty, standing unsteadily, `he won't. Something's wrong for him to be like this...............we have to get him to a Pokemon centre.'
`But, how? It may be more dangerous to move him!'
`I know..............but we got to,' said Misty, crouching down again.
How are they gonna move him? Give me ideas, because I am out, totally!