Jessie's Torment
This is a short, sad Rocketshipper
revolving around Jessie. I couldn't think of a better title. It's very old, I
wrote it ages ago... I can't remember when. I think this is probably the last,
and best Pokémon fanfic I wrote. But that isn't saying much. Oh.. and the first
I uploaded to Fanfiction.net . I know some of the Hospital detail may not be
correct, but I've never had to experience anything like this (And hopefully, I
never will.), so the only knowledge I have of this is from Peak Practice or ER
or something...
I don't own Jessie, James, Nurse Joy or
any other characters mentioned in the fic, and don't claim to. This is just a
fanfic, and I'm making no profit from it. It isn't very good, so don't bother to
remind me...
JESSIE'S TORMENT
"Is he alright?" Jessie asked Nurse Joy for the eleventh time that day.
Nurse Joy turned, and looked Jessie in the eyes. Joy watched as this girl, poor
young girl waited for her best friend. The best friend she'd ever had. Knowing
what she said was a lie; Joy gulped, nodded and said "Of course." Jessie
sighed, and resumed her position on the waiting room chair she'd been sitting
on for two days. Nurse Joy walked away, and carried on trying to save this poor
young man's life. Jessie fought back tears, as she thought of the times, happy
and sad, she had shared with James. She remembered how they'd tried to capture
Pikachu, along with their faithful friend Meowth. Thinking of Meowth bought
more tears to her eyes, thinking of how she'd grabbed the cat Pokémon, and
rocked him till he drew his last breath. Then, resuming her thoughts of her
thwarted attempts to get at least one Pokémon for her ruthless boss, Giovanni.
Even thinking of the three twerps she, James and Meowth had pursued, and how
they all had lost their lives, tragically, the same as her Meowth, and she
feared James would soon join them. This wasn't fair, she thought, they were too
young, too young to have their lives cut short. She knew, and Nurse Joy knew
she knew, that the chances of James pulling through after the tragic accident
were just too slim. She stood up, and walked solemnly, slowly and quietly
through the dark, empty hospital corridor to the room where James lay, with a
machine breathing for him, as he was too badly to injured to do it himself. She
stood outside his room, looking in through a small window, string at his
expressionless face. Suddenly, a pain shot through her leg, she looked down,
and remembered how she had broken her leg in the same accident that had killed
the twerps and Meowth and nearly killed her beloved James. She tried to forget
her own blinding pain, and pushed open to room to James's room. She quietly
pulled a plastic chair towards his bed, and dropped her weak, painful body into
it. She sat, all night, and watched the
machine pump air through James's lifeless body, and didn't sleep at all. This
carried on, for 3 days, until Nurse Joy approached her, as she kept her solemn
watch on her friend. "Jessie?" Joy said, quietly. Jessie looked up at the
nurse, with blood shot eyes. "Jessie, I think it's time."
"For what?" asked Jessie, running a hand through her un-styled, pink
hair that fell beautifully down her back, shining in the light.
"To pull the plug."
"No…" said Jessie, turning, and stroking James's lavender blue hair, and
she couldn't finish the sentence, as she knew that pulling the plug was the
best option.
"Yes, Jessie, it's the best thing to do. James has suffered enough now."
" I know." Answered Jessie, tears falling down her face, like a salty,
emotional waterfall. Joy passed Jessie a form, and a pen. Jessie signed it, not
willing to think about what it was. Then, she stretched her hand forward, and
grasped the plug, and tugged it gently. And that was it. James was dead. But
waiting in that hospital for days on end, was only the beginning of Jessie's
emotional torment.
THE END
