"Nice work, Drew!" May shouted sarcastically, "Now we're caught in the rain!" She and Drew ran down the rocky road as heavy rain poured down on them.
"Hey!" Drew shot back, "I just tell the directions. Not decided the weather or the future!"
"Well, maybe if you looked up at the clouds from time to time, you could've seen the weather's future!"
"Then, why didn't you?"
"I only travel along with you! What am I? The weather girl?"
Drew rolled his eyes and hissed as he felt the cold water touch his skin. "Ugh! Forget it! Arguing won't help! We have to find shelter, quick!"
May took a glance to her right and saw a tree with huge space under its risen roots. She ran towards it. "Drew, over here!"
Drew followed May to the tree. "Thank goodness," he sighed as he sat down beside her under the roots.
May hugged herself as the chilly wind blew through her soaked body. She shivered and looked out at the foggy road. It was grey, almost invisible, and the rain poured down mercilessly hard. Not to mention that the air became colder each minute. Her eyes began to close as she felt all of the water that were absorbed in her clothes sink into her skin. The freezing wind blowing on her didn't help...in fact, she didn't even have a sweater.
Drew looked at May, worried. She didn't look good at all. "May, are you all right?" he asked quietly.
May smiled weakly at him and answered hoarsely, "Y-yeah. J-just a l-little c-c-cold." Then, she let out a small cough.
Drew frowned. 'This isn't good,' he thought miserably to himself. With all his effort, he looked around for a better shelter that provided them warmth, as well as cover from the cold weather. Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything. He sighed and looked at May again. She was shivering and coughing- not a good sign. "Hang in there," he told her.
All of a sudden, thunder and lightning made their rhythms. The rain poured down twice as harder and the wind came in faster and colder. At least one thing went right; the fog was clearing up a bit, enough for Drew to see what was around him.
Drew looked around again and found pokemon running towards one direction. "Shelter," he whispered and helped May out of the roots to follow the pokemon. "C'mon, May. There's shelter nearby."
May nodded wearily and ran along with Drew to follow the pokemon.
Minutes passed, and Drew finally saw a small cave and the pokemon entering it. "C'mon!" he urged May and ran into the cave. May followed of course.
May and Drew were happily welcomed by the pokemon inside the cave. They provided the teens with berries to eat.
Drew passed and turned to May if she wanted anything. "May?" he asked.
May looked sleepy. She stared at the Mago berries before her and tears formed in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "That you guys had to share your berries with us..." She sighed and fainted.
"May!" Drew caught May and looked down at her. Curious, he placed a hand on her forehead and then gasped. She was burning. He lowered her on the ground and frantically looked around for a cloth or something.
A Caterpie, knowing what Drew was looking for, used string shot and spun a thread. Then, a Spinarak went to the thread and weaved it into a thin, yet strong, warm cloth. "Spinarak!" Spinarak called out to a Marill. Marill used a light water gun and soaked up the cloth. The three pokemon then handed it to Drew.
Drew smiled at them and placed the cloth on May's hot forehead. "There you go..."
May squirmed around a bit and then shivered. She crossed her arms across her chest and held herself to keep warm. But then, feeling something warm next to her, she snuggled it...or him.
Drew blushed as May snuggled his chest. "She's cold," he mumbled to himself. He smiled and took off his purple jacket. He put them around May's upper body and then laid her down on the ground again. She sighed contentedly and settled herself in his jacket.
"Od!" an Oddish piped.
Drew looked down at Oddish, confused.
Using the leaves on its head, Oddish pointed at May's clothes. "Od! Oddish-Od!" it scolded. It said: "Her clothes are wet!"
Drew understood what Oddish said and muttered, "What can I do? I can't just take off her clothes. That's just...wrong!"
Oddish looked at the other pokemon. They nodded in agreement at Drew's statement. Oddish then looked at Drew and asked, "Od-oddish-od?" Translation: "Do you have a pokemon that can use a fire type attack?"
Drew nodded and sent out his Flygon.
Oddish turned to a Gloom and ordered, "Oddish!" Meaning: "Use you Razor Leaf!" It then turned back to Drew and said, "Oddish-od-Oddish!" Translation: "Have your Flygon knock out the leaves using its strong wings!"
Flygon understood each word and knocked out Gloom's leaves, as ordered by 'Chief Oddish'. "Aaauurruuu!" it cried out.
Drew gathered up the fallen leaves and stacked them into a pile. He turned to all of the wild pokemon and warned, "Stand back."
The pokemon obeyed and hid behind a few rocks.
Flygon used flamethrower and ignited the pile of leaves. Drew nodded thankfully at his pokemon and returned it to its pokeball. He then placed May a bit closer to the fire, but far enough so that she wouldn't get caught or burned. There, she slept peacefully.
Drew sighed and looked out of the cave. The heavy rain was still pouring, but at least the thunder and lightning were disappearing along with the fog. He looked back at the pokemon. They were all asleep around the fire and all had contented expressions. He smiled and laid down beside a rock and slept himself. Nothing to do but sleep during a rainy day, right?
A few hours later, Drew opened his eyes and found that the cave was less cold...and no longer filled with pokemon. He sat up and found that May was sill asleep next tothe gentle fire. He took a look outside and found that the skies were clear and the grass and trees were full of dews. "The rain stopped," he whispered to no one in particular.
May groaned as she slowly awoke from her slumber. She groaned even more when she felt her head throb, her nose all stuffy, her throat stinging with pain, and her face warm. She let out a small cough and saw Drew looking down at her with a tired look on his face. "H-hi...Drew," she uttered out weakly. She tried to sit up, but was gently laid back down by Drew's hand.
"Don't," he warned, "You need to rest. You have a cold." He let out an exasperated sigh and held his head. It was night time, May had a terrible cold, and they were probably miles away from a nearby city or town. Could anything else go wrong?
May sadly looked up at Drew. He was stressed because of her, they were lost because of her, and he was tired because of her. Her, her, her. Her fault. She gulped as guilt overcame her. "I'm sorry," she mumbled apologetically.
Drew looked down at May again and smiled. "For what?"
"For getting us into this mess. Because of my carelessness, I got a cold and now we're both stuck here."
Drew shook his head. "It was no ones fault. We didn't know it would rain...nor did we expect you to get a cold so fast." He chuckled softly. "So don't blame yourself."
May blushed, but it was hardly visible because her face was already flushed from her fever. "Thanks, Drew." She flashed him a small, yet adorable smile.
Drew blushed a bit and cleared his throat to remain his cool composure. "Yeah. Um...just get some sleep okay? The sooner you get some sleep, the sooner you'll get better." The cave darkened and the moonlight entered it. The shadows hid his small blush and smile.
May nodded and closed her eyes. Within just moments, she was back in Dreamland.
Drew waited until she was in deep sleep and then stepped out of the cave. He yawned and looked around. "I just had a few hours' nap, yet I'm still sleepy," he murmured, "How lame." He looked down at the ground and saw a Bellossom. "Hm?"
"Bella!" the flower pokemon sang, "Be-llassom!" It then reached inside its 'dress' and gave him a pink, dew-covered rose. "Bella!"
Drew took the rose and said, "Thank you."
The Bellossom flashed him a smile and danced off into the forest. "Bella! Bella! Be-llssom!" it sang.
Drew looked down at the rose in his hand and smiled. It was beautiful- glistening in themoonlight and its petals being soft as it is. Just perfect. He walked back into the cave and sat down next to May. He then took her hand and placed the rose in it. "Get well," he whispered.
Yeah, I know. Pokemon don't work together like that. But hey. I just have a crazy imagination, so don't nag me about pokemon teamwork.