O.O I didn't know there were so many Paul fangirls out there. Sorry, you guys!

Chapter Two (Please don't hurt me!)

"Paul?!?!?" Dawn gasped.

If you passed these two, not knowing what had happened, the positioning would probably look weird. Paul was laid out on his back, unconscious, while Dawn was laying on him. Awkward, no?

Both had fallen on a circular piece of land that was part of the cliff. It was covered in green, lush, grass, and bushes were grown around the edge.

Dawn slipped off Paul's body and sat herself beside him. She tried to look around, but the world had been blurred and her eyes kept coming back to the dying boy. She began to shake uncontrollably. Any breath she could manage to take was shallow. Ears were ringing, heart was pumping, and sight was faltering. It felt like she was about to faint.

Piplup's Pokeball began to wobble from inside Dawn's backpack, bringing her back to earth. She pulled the ball out of the bag, and stared at it. What does Piplup want at a time like this? She thought. Quietly, she released Piplup.

Hands on its hips, eyes sternly looking over Dawn, Piplup stood. It began to wave its hands in the air madly, "Pip, pip, pip, pip, Piplup!" Which translated in English would be something like, "Stop trembling and do something, girl!"

Now, for any strong Pokemon-human relationship, communication isn't a problem. So, since Dawn and Piplup shared a very deep relationship, she could understand Piplup perfectly.

"Well, what do I do?" Dawn asked desperately.

"Piplup, Piplup!" which translated would be, "Do I look like a Chansey?"

Dawn sighed, but began to think. Paul had fallen on his back, so that's where most of his pain would be stored. The first plan was obvious: Get Paul on his stomach so Dawn could take a look at his back.

Dawn began to try and flip Paul, but he wouldn't budge. He was far too heavy for a dainty little girl to lift by herself. She smirked at her Pokeballs. One by one, all her Pokemon were released. Piplup, Buneary, Aipom, and Pachirisu stood side-by-side. Mamoswine would be a little much, no?

"All right everyone, FLIP!" Dawn ordered. All of the Pokemon nodded simultaneously, and placed their paws under Paul. Slowly and carefully, he was turned over on his stomach by Dawn and her Pokemon. The team gave each other high fives, and then watched Dawn as she stripped the boy of his shirt. She was horrified of what she saw.

Blood, bruises, and more blood were painted all over Paul's back. Dawn gasped and scooted away. Taking a deep breath, she returned to the sight. 3 large slashes were Paul's major blood exits. Closing her eyes, Dawn ordered Piplup over to where she was sitting.

"Piplup! Wash him off!" she cried, turning away.

Water came out of Piplup's mouth and washed the fresher blood off Paul's back, but the dried blood remained. He groaned for a second, but then sighed in relief. Dawn felt queasy looking at his back. All of that pain for her? Just to keep a promise? No way! That couldn't be the only reason…could it?

Fresh blood was already beginning to form. Dawn panicked. How was she going to cover those deep cuts? Tears began to blur her eyes even more. She clasped her hands together and began to pray for Paul's safety. One tear after another hit her joined hands. Dawn sniffled, "Amen."

All of the Pokemon Dawn had never returned to their balls stood there like ghosts. It was like they were invisible and didn't serve a purpose to this operation anymore. Piplup did not like the feeling at all, and began to ponder a way to cover Paul's wounds properly so he wouldn't loose too much blood. A memory came across the blue Pokemon's thoughts.

A night when everyone else was asleep and the stars were bright; Piplup had a terrible nightmare and awoke. Dawn was awake, in her sleeping bag, and staring at the stars. Piplup walked away from the other sleeping Pokemon and climbed into Dawn's bag without hesitation. Dawn was a bit surprised, but stroked her best friend's head tenderly.

"Bad dream?" she questioned. Piplup nodded.

Without a sound, Dawn pulled out a blanket from her bag, "When I got scared, I would always hang on to this. It makes me feel better. Let's see if it helps you."

Piplup came back to the matter at hand, "Pip, Piplup!" Which translated would be, "Inspiration! Inspiration!"

The other Pokemon stared at Piplup bizarrely. Piplup ignored them and ran to Dawn's bag. Dawn had laid her bag down when she had called the Pokemon out in the first place, so Piplup knew exactly where it was.

With its tiny beak, Piplup opened the bag and began to search for the blanket. Piplup had to go through Dawn's clothes, toiletries, EVERYTHING before she finally found the blanket. Out the wool, maroon blanket came. Piplup began to tug it toward his master.

Dawn was sulking. I mean, she didn't like Paul at all, but she didn't want him to die on her account! Piplup nudged the girl with the blanket in his beak. Dawn looked down, "My blanket. Wh-What? OH! I get it!"

The entire group carefully lifted Paul up and held the position. Dawn quickly began to wrap the boy's upper body with her blanket. Though special as this blanket was, a life was much more important. The Pokemon were in pain. Holding a large boy like Paul for even a second was torture, but holding him for three minutes was pure agony. Dawn tried her best to finish quickly, but it was a long blanket.

Buneary couldn't take it much longer. She was losing feeling in her paws. Piplup begged her to keep holding on, but it did no good. Buneary let go and fell backwards on the grass.

Dawn finally finished and all of her Pokemon let go at once. Paul fell down and groaned shortly.

Some of Paul's blood had stained Dawn's white hands. She shook her head and turned her attention on the boy again. He looked fatter with her freakishly long blanket wrapped around him. His face also looked younger, like a child. Everyone has a child-like part of them, Dawn thought, I guess Paul's is shown when he's asleep. (Enter fangirl squeals….now!)

Dawn felt whoozy. Tonight's been…she began fading off; way too…her sight was darkening;

Much…

She fell asleep next to Paul.

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Paul cracked open his eyes. His arms felt cold, and something wool and itchy was attacking his body. He was drenched in sweat, and an unbearably sharp pain was in his back, but he felt as if it had been worse. As if in a dream. The cool wind rushing from the lake a few miles off flew in and made him shudder.

He tried to remember everything that had happened before he was laid out like this. Closing his eyes, he thought back.

He remembered how he had taken the blue haired chick out from the competition. How he had brought her to the cliff and they had fallen off. The next part he couldn't recollect. He knew that it had become suddenly very dark, and every once in a while, he would hear sobbing, but that was about it.

Paul's eyes shifted down. He was stunned to see the troublesome girl lying with his arm around her. How the heck…? Paul frowned; did she decide to play Pretendd-Boyfriend with me or something? Is that even a game? Girls are so troublesome…

He also saw the wool blanket wrapped around his body, making him look unnaturally obese. Paul couldn't even hear his stomach growling, but he knew it was.

A few minutes later, Dawn woke up as well and realized Paul wasn't there anymore. She shot straight up and looked left and right. She saw her Pokemon sleeping, but no Paul.

Dawn placed her hands on her head. OH NO! She thought, Paul left me here to DIE! THAT JERKFACE!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" she screeched up at the top of the cliff, "SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! S.O.S??? SAVE MY SKIN????????? HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!"

Dawn ran to the edge of the circular landform and yelled to no one in particular, "SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEEEE!"

After yelling for a few more minutes, she was suddenly grabbed, by her shoulder, and pulled around.

"You mind, stupid?" Paul said.

"Big eyebrows-I mean, PAUL! Hi! Where were you?" Dawn asked excitedly.

Paul was, once again, disgusted by her enthusiasm. He had to address the subject that was torturing him. He got close to the girl's face, "Get that close to me while I'm sleeping, and I promise. You. Will. Never. Sleep. Again."

"I. Have. No. Clue. What. You're. Talking. About," she replied, "Where'd you disappear to? Did you have to use the John?"

Paul took a step backward and began to blush, "No!"

He grabbed Dawn's wrist and pulled her to the very right of the island. At the edge, Dawn could see that farther along the cliff wall, little pieces of rock, attached to the cliff, were spread out.

"I've been jumping on those to get to the bottom," Paul explained.

She nodded, "I see. So you were below!" Thinking about it even more, Dawn realized that Paul could've left her and never thought about it again.

"Thank you," she felt obliged to say.

"For…?" Paul asked indifferently.

"For coming back-Now, could you help me jump on these?" She quickly changed the subject as she stared at the pieces of rock, "These are spread out far apart."

He rolled his eyes, "No. Carry your own weight."

Dawn was taken aback at his uncaring nature. Well, so much for the gentlemen, she thought.

She turned back to her Pokemon, now awake from all the yelling, and called, "Come on, guys!"

Dawn ordered her Pokemon to make a bridge from the edge to the first rock. Piplup jumped off and grabbed the edge for dear life. Buneary climbed below Piplup and clung to his feet. Buneary pushed again the bottom of the circular landform and with that force, the two Pokemon held they're ground as a pathway. Pachirisu carelessly jumped on each of the Pokemon's heads until it got to the other side.

Dawn looked down at her Pokemon. It probably wasn't the best idea for them to be the bridge…Not one of her brighter moves.

"You're going to kill your Pokemon…" Paul commented from another step.

"Well, what do I do then?!?" Dawn yelled back, "Not all of us are Spiderman, ya know?" (Why is Dawn so obsessed with superheroes?)

Paul rolled his eyes and began to jump back to Dawn.

"Piplup, Buneary, Pachirisu! Aipom! Return!" Dawn called returning the Pokemon to their Pokeballs.

Paul jumped on the ledge next to Dawn, "Okay, Ms. Useless, climb on," he got down on his knees and motioned for her to get on his back.

"This…is really cliché and awkward…" Dawn commented as she turned her head away.

"Would you rather me call Ash out here to carry you?" Paul mocked.

Dawn blushed furiously, "J-JERK!"

Paul ignored her, "Well, on or off?"

"I'd rather jump."

"Fine by me, but I'm not coming to your funeral."

"There has to be another way…"

"Are you just saying no because your skirt is too high and you're afraid I might see under it?" Paul asked with a smirk.

Dawn turned scarlet, "N-No! Not at-Not at all! Maybe! YES!"

"Look, with your skirt, it's going to happen some day," Paul commented, "Would you rather Conway see under it?"

Dawn did it. She took her hand and slapped Paul's cheek bitterly. She had never slapped a boy before. Paul turned back to her and put a hand to his cheek and acted as if nothing had happened, even though there was a huge red imprint on his face.

"By force then? I'd be happy to," Paul decided as he picked Dawn and swung her around his shoulder.

Why does my chest hurt so much? And my stomach so cold? Paul thought as he moved his hand off his cheek to his stomach, Probably just hunger.

Well, there's the second chapter for you. Did I do better? (Hopefully -.-) Thanks for waiting, you guys, I promise I'll try and be more punctual next time.