The Story of Silver Ketchum
Chapter 8- Tragedy at Mt. Moon, Cont.
Nurse Jill pushed her way through the swinging doors into the waiting room. She could see the kid out there, looking half-crazed from shock, worry, and fatigue. She hated to tell him the news she had. But the kid spoke before Jill could even open her mouth.
"How is she?"
"Stable. We've got her heart beating normally, but she's deeply unconscious. While she's just unconscious, there's hope, but if she slips into a coma I can pretty much guarantee she'll…" Jill couldn't get the word out. "A-anyway, something must've hit her head pretty hard, but none of her bones are broken. She's just bruised from the rocks." Jill gushed, feeling extremely guilty about the look of utter fear and despair on the kid's face.
Jacen's face slowly lapsed into a stony expression of shock. Everything changes so quickly, he thought. And there's nothing you can do about it. He looked up. "Can I see her?"
"Um…okay." Jill really didn't have the heart to do anything to keep him out of the emergency ward. What harm could he do, anyway?
Three days later….
Jill tiptoed into the nearly silent room, the seraphic stillness broken only by the regular beeping of Silver's heart monitor. Jacen and Mew were asleep, Jacen by the bedside, where he had sat for the last 72 hours, and Mew curled beside Silver's head. Jacen stirred, and awoke, staring at Jill with sunken eyes.
Jill tried to smile, and slid a tray of food into his hands. Jacen sighed. He had might as well eat something. Jill tiptoed back out of the room. The whish of the sliding door startled Mew awake. It stared placidly at Jacen. Mew gently prodded Silver whit its nose, sighed, and went back to sleep.
Poor little thing. It'll starve to death if Silver doesn't wake up soon. But…what if she never wakes up? Jacen shuddered at the thought.
The hapless vigil continued for another day. As the sun dropped beyond the horizon, Jacen coaxed Mew to eat while Jill tried to convince it that Silver didn't really need to be watched 24-7. Jacen eventually dropped off to sleep at Silver's side.
A sudden noise jolted him awake. Where was he? The sun was shining throught the large windows of the hospital-and Jacen was lying on one of the couches in the waiting room! Why had he been moved? Where was Mew? The little pokemon yawned itself awake, stirred from its sleep by Jacen's sudden movements. This calmed him for a moment, but the deathly stillness of the hospital sent a thousand thoughts through his head, most of them things he wished with all his heart had not happened.
Jacen raced toward Silver's hospital room, dreading what he would find there. He was greeted by a grinning Nurse Jill, who was supporting a definitely awake and equally smiling Silver. Jacen's mouth dropped open.
A doctor may have thought that a person who has only recently woken from unconsciousness may be woozy, but Silver's mind was perfectly clear as she slipped her arms around Jacen's neck and kissed him softly. "Thank you," she whispered.
That afternoon, after departing Nurse Jill and the hospital for the hilly, cave-riddled area outside of Cerulean City, Silver wondered aloud, "I wonder whatever happened to Clemyth?" At this, Mew jumped to her shoulder and presented Silver with a small round object she had been guarding for the last five days. It was a pokeball. Silver raised an eyebrow, confused, but pushed the button to open the ball.
"Clee…" a trill from the faery pokemon that had suddenly disappeared in Mt. Moon sounded forth, Clemyth fluttered about, growing accustomed to the bright outdoors. It the fluttered to Silver's unoccupied shoulder.
Silver smiled. "Welcome to the group, Clemyth."
As the day turned once more to night, and the trio prepared for a well-deserved rest Silver recalled that her birthday was not too far away….
To Be Continued