I'm soooooo sorry that this hasn't been updated for ages!

I don't own Pokemon or any of their characters.

Enjoy!

All he saw first was blotches of colour.

Then lines, which grew wider.

And then they formed into more recognisable things, like the sky, and tree branches.

James groaned at the sudden light and tried to shield his eyes, but to no avail. It felt like all of his limbs had turned to mush.

Slowly, he started to register more and more things around him, and began to hear noises.

James closed his eyes again, feeling a migraine coming on, and tried to gather his thoughts; last time he remembered, he was in Jessie's arms. What happened since then?

James turned his head to the side and noticed that it was sunset; the sun was sinking below the volcanoes and mountains surrounding the region he was in. Then how long had he'd been lying here?

Suddenly, James noticed how hot and uncomfortable he was, and how sickly he was feeling. He groaned again, realising why his body wanted to sleep.

"James? Is dat you?"

James turned his head again and saw that Meowth was standing close to his head, smiling.

"Jimmy!" The cat pokemon cried happily and nuzzled his cheek against his in a cat like fashion. James was left stunned for a moment; Meowth never shown his cat-like side unless something serious had happened. However, he smiled weakly and managed to lift a hand to stroke him.

"Hey, Meowth." James said and let his hand fall to the floor again. Meowth stopped nuzzling him and placed a paw on his forehead.

"Ya still hot." Meowth stated with a hint of worry in his voice. James didn't hear him and instead was looking around for his other comrade.

"Where's Jessie?" He asked Meowth started to shiver. Why was he shivering? He was really hot!

"She fell asleep about half an hour ago." Meowth said. James tried to sit up but was stopped by a paw on his shoulder.

"That ain't a good idea, Jimmy…" Meowth said, yawning. James noticed this.

"Meowth, why don't you get some sleep?" He asked. Meowth yawned again but shook his head.

"Ya might get really sick again…" the pokemon said fearfully and James smiled at him reassuringly.

"I'll be fine." James replied and Meowth, satisfied, curled up by James's chest; James smiled at the affectionate action and felt his eye lids drooping too.

"Night, Meowth…" James murmured and placed his arm on the cat Pokemon's back before drifting off to sleep, not noticing how hot he was feeling or the migraine that was starting to take place in his head.

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Jessie woke up at dawn suddenly, not realising she had fell asleep in the first place.

"James." She breathed and quickly scrambled to where he lay, fearing the worst; however, what she saw shocked her.

James seemed to be sleeping peacefully and at his side lay a sleeping Meowth, who was nuzzling into him affectionately.

"Aww…" Jessie cooed, smiling. Meowth's ears perked up at the source of noise and the cat pokemon slowly woke up from his slumber.

"J-J-James?" Meowth said whilst yawning. Jessie caught his attention and made a hushing gesture, then pointed at the sleeping team member. Meowth looked around, caught sight of him, then nodded.

Stretching, Meowth walked to the bucket of water, and found that it was empty.

"Jess…" he whispered. Jessie turned around, switching her gaze off the sick comrade.

"What is it?"

"There's no more water." The pokemon said, pointing to the bucket. There was a pause. Then:

"Ya want me ta get some more?"

Jessie nodded gratefully.

"Please." She said; Meowth nodded then picked up the bucket and started to make his way to the lake again. Jessie watched him go, then bit her nails, worried over James.

What if he got worse?

Why hadn't she noticed sooner?

If she had, would James be in this position now?

A coughing fit pulled her out of her thoughts; Jessie quickly made her way to James.

Her team member had his eyes closed, but tears were leaking out of them because of the coughing which seemed never ending. Jessie pulled James into a more upright position to help him breathe whilst rubbing a comforting hand on his back.

"It's okay…" she muttered in his ear as James struggled on, his coughs coming out more harsh by the minute and his breathing grew weaker and weaker.

"J-Jess…" James managed to splutter in between coughs; Jessie felt tears fill in her eyes. No! She had to stay strong!

"I'm here. Your gonna be fine." Jessie said reassuringly, careful to keep her voice down in case of any migraines. James's coughing had noticeably calmed down, but his breaths were still coming unevenly and too quick.

Jessie felt James's forehead, and was shocked to find that it had burned up tremendously. She needed to get him to calm down.

"James," She said quietly. James's breathing slowed a little- just a little, but this shown Jessie that he was listening. She carried on.

"I need you to try and calm down." She ordered. James shook his head in his half-delusional state.

"I…I can't…"

"You can." Jessie said, "just follow my breathing."

Then, purposefully, she made her breathing louder and more slow. James looked up at her for a second with his glazed eyes, then shut them again, focusing entirely on his breathing; his head dropped onto Jessie's shoulder out of exhaustion.

"It's okay." Jessie repeated. James let out a few more harsh coughs, and some blood dribbled out of his mouth. Jessie felt a overwhelming sense of pity for him; blood coming out of the mouth like this usually meant that the chords in his throat were harmed by all the coughing he had been doing.

However, James's breaths had became more even than before, which made Jessie sigh in relief; that was, until she realised that James's temperature had probably show up during the whole ordeal.

Sure enough, when Jessie looked down at her comrade she saw that his eyes were glazed over (more obviously than before) and were staring into nothing, sweat now ran down his face and he was trembling weakly in her arms.

Gently, Jessie lay James back down beside her; James didn't seem to notice any of the movement at all- his eyes still stared into nothing and he still shook like a leaf.

Jessie then quickly grabbed the first aid kit, routed through it until she found the thermometer, and then made her way back to her comrade again. Just then, Meowth came running (as best as he could) with a bucket water. The pokemon took one look at the state of his friend then dropped the bucket he was holding; because he was such a small pokemon, no water spilt when this action occurred.

Meowth ran over to James and looked back at Jessie frantically.

"Wha' happened to him?" He asked. Jessie didn't answer and instead jammed the thermometer into James's mouth, which was already slightly open.

"Get some water on that flannel again." Jessie ordered and Meowth hurried off, desperate to do anything to help.

A beep sounded on the thermometer, and Jessie pulled it out of her teammate's mouth again to read the temperature.

"103.4 degrees F…" Jessie said worriedly and brushed some of James's lilac hair out of his face.

"James…" Jessie whispered; James's eyes were now only half open, looking at Jessie but not really.