Hello :) Here is the third chapter to this particular story - that means we're already halfway :O Again, this chapter is more about Ash and Pikachu's illness rather than PokeShipping. There's very slight WishfulShipping but I'm trying to focus on Ash x Misty and Pikachu rather than Cilan x Iris :') I hope you like :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the wonderful thing that is pokemon :'(
'Pikachu is going to die.'
Ash felt a mixture of anger and agonizing sorrow as Brock's words echoed around his brain and went through his body.
The teen suddenly stood up and shoved Brock in the chest before running into the emergency room. He slammed the door behind him and rushed to Pikachu's side.
Ash wanted to speak comfortingly to the dying pokemon but he was afraid if he did open his mouth, he would vomit uncontrollably.
In the other room, Nurse Joy took Brock's hands and pulled him off up from the floor. Normally he would have turned crazy and in love but he couldn't think about that now; not when two people he cared about seriously needed looking after.
'Brock, are you okay?' asked the connoisseur shyly as he watched the doctor brush himself down.
The doctor stayed dusting himself down, a frown fixed on his usually quite serious face.
'Me? Oh yeah, I'm okay.' He managed a smile. 'We should be worrying about, Ash right now.'
Iris nibbled her lip anxiously and grabbed her boyfriend's hand sadly.
'And we have to worry about Pikachu too, of course.'
Brock smiled at the younger girl who was hiding behind the connoisseur.
'Yeah of course we have to worry about Pikachu. If he's fine then Ash will be.'
Cilan ran a pale hand through his tufty locks shakily.
'Are you sure there is nothing you can do to save Pikachu?' he asked the two professionals in front of him.
Brock and Nurse Joy both glanced at each other before sighing and looking down at their notes.
'Well, we might have something we can do.' Began Brock shakily.
Nurse Joy nodded, her pink locks bobbing about.
'Yes, but don't say anything to Ash. He's heartbroken enough already and we don't want to get his hopes up.'
The two teens nodded understandingly before glancing to the emergency room.
'We have to run more tests to make sure we know exactly what is wrong with Pikachu. Of course we don't want to do what we think will work and it turns out that it was never relevant in the first place.' Brock explained to everyone in the room before heading to the emergency room. 'I'd better see if I can get Ash away from Pikachu – I highly doubt he'd like to watch us do the tests.'
The squinty-eyed doctor pushed open the door to the other room quietly. Ash was too busy stroking one of the mouse's ears and speaking softly to his unconscious body to hear him enter the room.
'Hey Ash?' Brock asked the boy softly to get his attention.
The raven-haired boy gulped before looking up slowly and carefully. Tears of worry and guilt filled his chocolate orbs.
'I'm sorry, Brocko.' He mumbled. 'I didn't mean to push you like that. I…'
The doctor approached Ash and gently stuck his dark hand on his shoulder in a reassuring fashion.
'It's okay, Ash. I understand.' His voice was soft. 'I think I would have done the same thing in your situation.'
Ash managed a smile, feeling a bit better over his disgraceful behaviour.
'Thanks a lot Brockster.' He thanked the older teen before his face turned serious and grief stricken. 'So Pikachu's gonna die and there's nothing we can do?' he clarified.
Brock sighed and didn't look Ash in the eye. His gaze stayed fixed on the limp body belonging to Pikachu.
'No, there's nothing I can do.' He partially lied.
Ash frowned, picking up on his suspicious behaviour.
'There is something you can do but your not telling me, right?' he stood up straight and looked directly into the doctor's squinty eyes.
He sighed before thinking how he could word what he wished to say.
'I might have a way to save Pikachu.'
Ash's face lit up as he heard this news but he felt a 'but' was about to come into the conversation. He was correct.
'But…' began Brock. 'I can only save Pikachu if I test out my theory. So…'
Ash's face twitched into a hopeful smile.
'Scram!' ordered the doctor with a newly confident smile on his face.
Ash left the room after giving his old friend a sideways bro hug.
The young teen was stuck just sitting in the waiting room for only about an hour or so but it seemed like days to his impatient self. Ash was just about to barge into the emergency room himself when the door swung open, knocking him to the ground.
'Hey, where did Ash go?' asked Brock worriedly.
Ash kicked the doctor's long leg from his position on the ground, causing him to look down.
'Oh there you are!' he reached to help the teen from his heap on the floor. 'What were you doing down there?'
The wanna-be-pokemon-master shrugged impatiently before nodding his head. He wanted Brock's final verdict.
He understood what this meant and smiled at the impatient young man.
'Okay but you mustn't rush into the emergency room when you hear this news, got it?'
Ash nodded his head in an unusually eager and obedient way.
'Now, Pikachu IS awake, okay? And I HAVE found away to save him.'
Happy tears filled everyone's eyes but of course, particularly the trainer's.
Brock frowned at Ash as a warning
'Pikachu will definitely not like it but the only way to help him to survive is…'
He paused and pulled out a large stone from his pocket. 'To use this on him.' He finished.
Ash glanced at the thunderstone and gulped. He knew right away that Pikachu had to evolve.
There you go! Did you like? :) Muahahaa, I left you on another cliffhanger ;P I will definitely try and update tomorrow but my best friend is coming round my house so don't kill me if I don't xD I will definitely try my best though :) Thanks for reading this chapter and reviewing this fic - I really appreciate it :') Right time for more EV training :/ So:
AmyBieberKetchum signing out to EV train Bieber the Beartic once again xD
