When they arrived at the Cerulean City Hospital Ash had already
been carried inside. The police officer had several nurses bring out a
stretcher for Brock. Misty took Pikachu and followed.
"You'll have to wait in the waiting room, Miss," a nurse said to
Misty.
"But my friends. . .please let me stay with my friends," Misty
pleaded.
"Let the doctors help your friends," the nurse said. "I'll tell
you as soon as we know anything." She showed Misty to the waiting room.
Misty sat in a chair, holding Pikachu on her lap.
"Pika Pikapi chu ka pika?" (Is Ash going to be all right) Pikachu
asked, worried about its friend.
"Pikachu, I know you're scared," Misty said. "I am too." She was
fighting back tears. "We have to help Ash hold on."
The nurses had taken Brock into an exam room. A doctor and nurse
were waiting for him. The nurses lifted Brock onto an exam table, then
left.
"You must be Brock," the doctor said. "I'm just going to have a
look at your shoulder, ok?" He motioned to the nurse. "We're going to
have to cut his shirt off."
"Please find out if Ash is going to be all right," Brock said
while they worked.
"We'll tell you as soon as we know anything," the doctor said. He
had Brock's shirt off and was removing the bandage over the wound in
Brock's shoulder.
"How bad is it?" Brock asked.
"Well, I can't really tell until we get you into surgery and get
the bullet out," the doctor said. "I can see there's some muscle
damage, but I think you're going to be ok."
"Where's Misty?" Brock asked. "I want to talk to her, please."
"All right," the doctor agreed.
"I'll get her," the nurse said. She left. The doctor finished
examining Brock.
A few minutes later the nurse returned with Misty and Pikachu.
"Brock? Are you ok?" Misty asked, scared.
"I'm going to be ok," Brock said. "Have you heard anything about
Ash?"
"He's in surgery," Misty said. "That's all I know."
"Misty. . .you need to call Ash's mother," Brock said. "I know
Ash is hurt pretty bad. She needs to be here for him."
"I'll call her," Misty said.
"Miss, you need to go so we can take care of Brock," the doctor
said.
"Brock, take it easy," Misty said. "You're going to be all
right."
"I know," Brock said. "Don't worry about me, Misty." He managed
a smile for her. Misty left.
"Brock, we're going to give you something to help you sleep," the
doctor said. The nurse handed him a needle and he gave Brock an
injection. Brock's eyes closed as he surrendered to sleep.
END PART 4
TO BE CONTINUED
been carried inside. The police officer had several nurses bring out a
stretcher for Brock. Misty took Pikachu and followed.
"You'll have to wait in the waiting room, Miss," a nurse said to
Misty.
"But my friends. . .please let me stay with my friends," Misty
pleaded.
"Let the doctors help your friends," the nurse said. "I'll tell
you as soon as we know anything." She showed Misty to the waiting room.
Misty sat in a chair, holding Pikachu on her lap.
"Pika Pikapi chu ka pika?" (Is Ash going to be all right) Pikachu
asked, worried about its friend.
"Pikachu, I know you're scared," Misty said. "I am too." She was
fighting back tears. "We have to help Ash hold on."
The nurses had taken Brock into an exam room. A doctor and nurse
were waiting for him. The nurses lifted Brock onto an exam table, then
left.
"You must be Brock," the doctor said. "I'm just going to have a
look at your shoulder, ok?" He motioned to the nurse. "We're going to
have to cut his shirt off."
"Please find out if Ash is going to be all right," Brock said
while they worked.
"We'll tell you as soon as we know anything," the doctor said. He
had Brock's shirt off and was removing the bandage over the wound in
Brock's shoulder.
"How bad is it?" Brock asked.
"Well, I can't really tell until we get you into surgery and get
the bullet out," the doctor said. "I can see there's some muscle
damage, but I think you're going to be ok."
"Where's Misty?" Brock asked. "I want to talk to her, please."
"All right," the doctor agreed.
"I'll get her," the nurse said. She left. The doctor finished
examining Brock.
A few minutes later the nurse returned with Misty and Pikachu.
"Brock? Are you ok?" Misty asked, scared.
"I'm going to be ok," Brock said. "Have you heard anything about
Ash?"
"He's in surgery," Misty said. "That's all I know."
"Misty. . .you need to call Ash's mother," Brock said. "I know
Ash is hurt pretty bad. She needs to be here for him."
"I'll call her," Misty said.
"Miss, you need to go so we can take care of Brock," the doctor
said.
"Brock, take it easy," Misty said. "You're going to be all
right."
"I know," Brock said. "Don't worry about me, Misty." He managed
a smile for her. Misty left.
"Brock, we're going to give you something to help you sleep," the
doctor said. The nurse handed him a needle and he gave Brock an
injection. Brock's eyes closed as he surrendered to sleep.
END PART 4
TO BE CONTINUED