Part 5
I don't own Pokemon by the way...
About an hour and a half later Brock's doctor came into the
waiting room.
"Misty, Brock is going to be just fine," he said.
"That's good." Misty almost cried in relief. "Now if only
someone will tell me Ash will be ok too. . ." She paused a moment. "How
badly was Brock hurt?"
"Not too bad," the doctor said. "There's some muscle damage.
He'll probably need therapy for a while, but he'll be ok. He's very
lucky."
"Yes," Misty agreed. "And very brave."
"Yes, I heard that bullet was meant for you," the doctor said.
"You're very lucky to have a friend like Brock."
"I know I am," Misty said. "Do you have any news about Ash?"
"He's going to be in surgery for a while yet," the doctor said.
"There was a lot of internal bleeding."
"Is he going to be ok?" Misty asked.
"I don't know," the doctor said. "As soon as Ash is out of
surgery, his doctor will come talk to you."
"Thank you," Misty said.
"You can see Brock if you want," the doctor said. "He'll be
waking up soon. He's in room 736."
"Ok," Misty said. "Thanks." She picked up Pikachu. "Come on,
Pikachu."
"Kachu pi chu Pikapi?" (Are we going to see Ash?) Pikachu asked.
Guessing at the little mouse's question, Misty shook her head.
"We can't see Ash yet," she said. "The doctors are still working
on him. We're going to see Brock."
Brock woke up a little later to see Misty sitting by his bed.
"Misty. . .hi. . ." Brock said. He was still groggy from the
anesthesia, but managed a smile for her.
"Hi," Misty said. "How do you feel?"
"My shoulder hurts pretty bad," Brock said. "I'll be ok, Misty.
Have you heard anything about Ash?"
"Just that he's still in surgery," Misty said. "I'm really
scared, Brock."
"So am I," Brock said.
"I called Ash's mother," Misty said. "She's on her way here,"
"That's good, Misty," Brock said. "She needs to be with Ash."
"Brock, I know you kept me from being shot," Misty said. "That
was a very brave thing to do." There were tears in her eyes. "Thank
you."
"It's ok, Misty," Brock said. "I'm just glad you're ok."
"Misty Waterflower?" someone asked. They both looked at the
doorway. A doctor was standing there.
"Yes," Misty said. "Are you Ash's doctor?"
"Yes," the doctor said.
"How is Ash?" Brock asked
""Well, he pulled through the surgery," the doctor said. "He had
a pretty rough time. The bullet caused a lot of internal bleeding."
"Is Ash going to be ok?" Misty asked.
"He's stable," the doctor said. "But he's very weak. Right now
we'll just have to wait and hope."
"Can I see him?" Misty asked.
"Pi chu pika Pikapi chu," (I want to see Ash too) Pikachu said.
"You can see him for a few minutes," the doctor said.
"Please, doctor, I want to see Ash too," Brock said. He tried to
sit, but was too weak. He fell back against the pillow, moaning
softly.
"I don't think you're going anywhere tonight," the doctor said.
"You can see Ash tomorrow." Brock nodded.
"Brock, I'll be back soon," Misty said. She turned to the
doctor. "Where is Ash?"
"He's in ICU," the doctor said. "I'll take you there. I'm going
back to check on him."
Misty had to fight back a cry of fear when she saw Ash. His face
was white and he lay very still in the bed. There were tubes in his
arms and monitors around his bed, and an oxygen mask over his face.
"Oh, Ash. . ." Misty said softly as she sat by Ash's bed. "Oh,
Ash, please be ok."
"Has he showed any signs of waking up?" the doctor asked the
nurse.
"No," the nurse said. "There's been no change." The doctor
checked Ash's pulse then left.
"Ash, just hold on," Misty said as she took Ash's hand. "You're
going to be ok. Just hold on."
A few minutes later a nurse came to the door.
"Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to leave," she said. "Visiting
hours are over."
"Please let me stay," Misty begged. "Ash's mother is coming. At
least let me stay until she gets here."
"I'm sorry," the nurse said.
"All right," Misty agreed reluctantly. She squeezed Ash's hand
gently. "Just hold on, Ash," she said. "I'll be back to see you soon."
Misty went back to see Brock. He was still awake, waiting to hear
about Ash.
"Misty, how is Ash?" Brock asked.
"He's really bad," Misty said. "They've got tubes and monitors
and he's just so still. I'm so scared."
"I'm really worried too," Brock said. "But we've got to help him
hold on. Misty, he's going to be ok."
I don't own Pokemon by the way...
About an hour and a half later Brock's doctor came into the
waiting room.
"Misty, Brock is going to be just fine," he said.
"That's good." Misty almost cried in relief. "Now if only
someone will tell me Ash will be ok too. . ." She paused a moment. "How
badly was Brock hurt?"
"Not too bad," the doctor said. "There's some muscle damage.
He'll probably need therapy for a while, but he'll be ok. He's very
lucky."
"Yes," Misty agreed. "And very brave."
"Yes, I heard that bullet was meant for you," the doctor said.
"You're very lucky to have a friend like Brock."
"I know I am," Misty said. "Do you have any news about Ash?"
"He's going to be in surgery for a while yet," the doctor said.
"There was a lot of internal bleeding."
"Is he going to be ok?" Misty asked.
"I don't know," the doctor said. "As soon as Ash is out of
surgery, his doctor will come talk to you."
"Thank you," Misty said.
"You can see Brock if you want," the doctor said. "He'll be
waking up soon. He's in room 736."
"Ok," Misty said. "Thanks." She picked up Pikachu. "Come on,
Pikachu."
"Kachu pi chu Pikapi?" (Are we going to see Ash?) Pikachu asked.
Guessing at the little mouse's question, Misty shook her head.
"We can't see Ash yet," she said. "The doctors are still working
on him. We're going to see Brock."
Brock woke up a little later to see Misty sitting by his bed.
"Misty. . .hi. . ." Brock said. He was still groggy from the
anesthesia, but managed a smile for her.
"Hi," Misty said. "How do you feel?"
"My shoulder hurts pretty bad," Brock said. "I'll be ok, Misty.
Have you heard anything about Ash?"
"Just that he's still in surgery," Misty said. "I'm really
scared, Brock."
"So am I," Brock said.
"I called Ash's mother," Misty said. "She's on her way here,"
"That's good, Misty," Brock said. "She needs to be with Ash."
"Brock, I know you kept me from being shot," Misty said. "That
was a very brave thing to do." There were tears in her eyes. "Thank
you."
"It's ok, Misty," Brock said. "I'm just glad you're ok."
"Misty Waterflower?" someone asked. They both looked at the
doorway. A doctor was standing there.
"Yes," Misty said. "Are you Ash's doctor?"
"Yes," the doctor said.
"How is Ash?" Brock asked
""Well, he pulled through the surgery," the doctor said. "He had
a pretty rough time. The bullet caused a lot of internal bleeding."
"Is Ash going to be ok?" Misty asked.
"He's stable," the doctor said. "But he's very weak. Right now
we'll just have to wait and hope."
"Can I see him?" Misty asked.
"Pi chu pika Pikapi chu," (I want to see Ash too) Pikachu said.
"You can see him for a few minutes," the doctor said.
"Please, doctor, I want to see Ash too," Brock said. He tried to
sit, but was too weak. He fell back against the pillow, moaning
softly.
"I don't think you're going anywhere tonight," the doctor said.
"You can see Ash tomorrow." Brock nodded.
"Brock, I'll be back soon," Misty said. She turned to the
doctor. "Where is Ash?"
"He's in ICU," the doctor said. "I'll take you there. I'm going
back to check on him."
Misty had to fight back a cry of fear when she saw Ash. His face
was white and he lay very still in the bed. There were tubes in his
arms and monitors around his bed, and an oxygen mask over his face.
"Oh, Ash. . ." Misty said softly as she sat by Ash's bed. "Oh,
Ash, please be ok."
"Has he showed any signs of waking up?" the doctor asked the
nurse.
"No," the nurse said. "There's been no change." The doctor
checked Ash's pulse then left.
"Ash, just hold on," Misty said as she took Ash's hand. "You're
going to be ok. Just hold on."
A few minutes later a nurse came to the door.
"Miss, I'm afraid you'll have to leave," she said. "Visiting
hours are over."
"Please let me stay," Misty begged. "Ash's mother is coming. At
least let me stay until she gets here."
"I'm sorry," the nurse said.
"All right," Misty agreed reluctantly. She squeezed Ash's hand
gently. "Just hold on, Ash," she said. "I'll be back to see you soon."
Misty went back to see Brock. He was still awake, waiting to hear
about Ash.
"Misty, how is Ash?" Brock asked.
"He's really bad," Misty said. "They've got tubes and monitors
and he's just so still. I'm so scared."
"I'm really worried too," Brock said. "But we've got to help him
hold on. Misty, he's going to be ok."