I'm Falling For You
Chapter 7
The gentle sway of dancing moon beams flowed through the window of a teenaged girl's bedroom. A computer sat on a cherry wood desk with a small aria of plushies. The steady, short bleeps and beeps from a medical machine broke the silence of the room. The eerie, soft glow of a shiny Umbreon's markings, going on and off like a beacon. In a soft wood framed bed slept a teenaged girl, mutated into a PokeMorph. Her many wounds were covered in bandages, crimson staining some of them to a degree. A soft, thick quilt covered her up to her shoulders as she slept on contently, her breath fogging the mask over her mouth and nose. Beside her a teenaged boy with red hair and brown eyes sat on the floor, arms resting at the edge of her bed. It was Lance, Jasmine's best friend.
A weak smile spread on his face, though some worry could still be seen. His head bobbed as he tried to stay awake. A lump formed in his throat as his heart skipped a beat as he laid his shaky hand on Jasmine's head, caressing her beautiful, silky blonde hair.
"Prof. Gale is right. Why haven't I seen it in the past two years ago?" stuttered Lance as he laid his brown gaze on his friend. He could feel his face turn hotter as he blushed slightly. The memory of him and Prof. Gale's conversation soon came back to mind as Jasmine's ear twitched from dreaming.
"Lance, have a seat." stated the professor as he sat down in his own chair, gesturing towards a near by chair.
Lance in turn took the seat as the scarred eyed Espeon went over and sat down loyally beside it's trainer. On the other end a male Jolteon went over and sat down beside the Johto champion.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" asked Lance, gripping the warm blanket.
Amusement shined in the sky blue eyes of Prof. Gale as he laid his cheek against a fist as his elbow rested on the desk. "I saw the way you looked as you mentioned Jasmine some time ago tonight as we waited outside her room."
"Your heart skips a beat, your chest aches, you feel hot, and you feel content and warm inside. Is that not correct Lance?" pointed out the professor as he leaned forward, crossing his legs.
Lance's face instantly turned red as he blushed really hard. H-how had Jasmine's father figured it out? was it he was that easily read by Mr. Gale? He quickly adverted his brown eyes from the 30 year old blonde haired man, pure embarrassment clear on his face as he continued to blush.
"How-how ditcha know?" Lance asked, just barely getting it out.
"Because that is the same Jasmine gets around you and I did around Sierra too. Face it Lance, you have fallen for Jasmine." chuckled the professor.
Sparky and Lucky glanced at Lance with laughter in their eyes, a smug, amused grin spread on their faces as they started to laugh. Sparky's body started to let loose frail electric volts as he laughed.
"Sparks, Lucky this isn't funny!" whined Lance in defiance, stubborn streak showing.
"I-I have fallen for you Jasmine, I know exactly how you feel now. I know what this feeling is now, I won't deny it any longer." he said softly.
"I have so many girls that try to win me over but it looks like you, my best friend, was the only one that won my heart." stuttered Lance, choked up as he sat back down on the floor, tears flowing that were filled with so many mixed emotions of love and sorrow.
Lance then laid his head down on the edge of the bed, his arms over lapping to act as a make shift pillow. His eyes fluttered shut as he whispered, "I'll protect you Jasmine, I won't let history repeat itself to you. "Lance's breathing soon slowed, steadying out with the rheumatic rise and fall of sleep.
Snow slowly fell from the sky that early morning, signaling that winter was finally here. Frost glazed the bedroom window as a weak morning light leaked through. Jasmine began to stir, wincing a bit from pain. But thankfully the pain killers had dulled it greatly. Her fever was gone, well, almost. Slowly, she opened her sky blue eyes, her pupils but mere slits. For a moment things were blurry but soon they came back into focus. She saw she was back home in the safety of her bedroom. "My room, how did I get here? last thing I remember was being in Lance's arms." she thought as she scan around. She then saw a sleeping form at the edge of her bed as she gingerly pulled her left arm, wincing from the pain as she did the same for her left arm. Gingerly she laid her bandaged left hand on her crush's head, stroking it with a caressing, loving touch.
"Lance?" she rasped, her voice but a whisper but seem to echo in the mask as her breath fogged it.
Lance slowly began to stir when he heard a soft, melodic voice that was quite feeble and weak, traces of mild pain but love could also be detected. He soon opened his brown eyes as a grunt escaped his throat. He glanced up and out of shock jolted back up straight. Jasmine was awake!
"Jasmine, you're awake!" he said with sheer joy.
"Ow! Careful Lance, I'm not exactly 100% you know." grunted Jasmine as her hand hit the bed from Lance jolting backwards.
With a groan she rubbed her arm, flinching from the pain in the process. The young trainer was also clueless to the fact she had been out cold for a long time. But the fact she was awake and managing to stay awake, talking, it proved she was winning; winning the solo battle of will. But Jasmine still was feeble and weak from the damage and injuries dealt to her body that had to heal.
"H-how long...have I been...out cold?" she asked tiredly, grimacing as a harsh ripple of pain grasped her. Lance, seeing this raced to the door once on his feet, yelling out for Professor Gale.
Worry and fear clear on his face.
And in a heart beat Jasmine's father was there. Quickly, he grabbed a needle and filled it up with pain killers, flicking it to purify it of the bubbles. Prof. Gale then took his daughter's right arm and took off some of the soiled bandages, inserting the needle in the skin to inject the liquid.
"Easy sweet heart, don't push yourself so hard." he stated calmly as he stroked his daughter on the head.
For him it also felt strange to feel fur instead of skin. But not like he could do anything about the mutation...or could he? gingerly he took a piece of fur from Jasmine's bandage and placed it into a test tube, plugging it with a cork and slid it into his pocket. He then tossed a bandage roll at Lance.
"You know what to do, you probably treated Jasmine's wounds before back when you traveled together." he said before leaving the room.
Lance and Jasmine's face instantly turned red with embarrassment at William Gale's words. How were they going to manage this? Carefully, Lance got to work, removing the old dressings and replacing them with new ones.
"To your question, quite a few days. The mutation caused damage to you and mixed that with the infected wounds you were fighting for your life. But I'm relieved to see my best friend-my g-girl friend is recovering and won that fight. "he stated, blushing as he finished the last of it.
Jasmine opened her mouth in shock, shocked at both facts. But at hearing what Lance had called her it brought sheer joy to her weary face. A soft, feeble giggle escaped her as tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she felt Lance lay her back down.
"Lance," Jasmine then gripped the bed sheets under her blanket with her left hand. "Y-you have no idea how happy this makes me!" she stuttered.
Lance gave a cheeky grin, laughing in sink with his friend. The words he had said were sincere in every way. Whenever he was around Jasmine he felt safety and joy; she always managed to lift his spirits. "You know that promise we made? well, I'll take you to Sinnoh's Resort Area as my treat once you've recovered enough to travel."
"I'd like that. I hear it is one of the greatest resorts out there." agreed Jasmine with a yawn. Soon enough she was fast asleep again, her strength used up for now.
Lance gently kissed Jasmine on the forehead before tip toeing out of the room. "Sleep tight my dragoness." cued the teen softly as he closed the door. Lance wasn't scared for his friend anymore, the weight lifted off his shoulders. He had never felt so much joy or even mirth! Who knew, him and Jasmine were perfect for each other. They fit together like gloves and they had been very close friends sense they had met back in pre-k. Lance gave a sigh as he heard his stomach growl, with soft steps he scurried down the stairs.
