DISCLAIMER: My hands are too cold to write much, so I'll just say I don't own Pokemon, cos I don't!
A/N: Chapter four, woo-hoo! I tried to paragraph it this time, but my computer is so cheap and old that it does a horrible job of it. Bear with me, it'll get better!
"Misty! Over here!"
Jetlagged and red-eyed, Misty immediatly noticed the blonde bombshell that was her sister. She ran over and they shared an emotional hug.
"Thankyou for coming. Mom wants to see you" Daisy whispered as they pulled apart.
Misty's sapphiere eyes filled with tears. "How is she?"
Daisy shook her head. "Going through chemo. There's no point, nothing can...I mean..." It was a sensitive subject that neither sister wanted to discuss, or face.
"Um, I better get my bags" Misty realised.
"Of course" Daisy smiled, being nicer to Misty then she ever had in previous years. They walked over to the baggage claim as Daisy asked a million questions. "How's Ash?" she asked as she hauled Misty's second and final bag onto a trolley.
Misty went quiet. "He's having a match today. He should win..."
Daisy nodded. "He's a pretty awesome trainer."
"I know that!" Misty snapped, and Daisy reeled. Misty mentally yelled at herself, then smiled. "I'm sorry. This is all getting to me. Come on, let's just go." Daisy agreed, hailed a taxi, and directed the driver to Cerulean General Hospital.
"Misty, I have to warn you, mom doesn't look like she usually does" Daisy said seriously as they walked through the sterile corridor of the cancer wing. Misty said nothing, only looked at the ground. As they walked past, she caught glimpses of cancer paitents. No hair, no visitors...no hope. "Okay, here we are" Daisy stopped before a closed door as Misty drew in a big breath.
"Let's go" she said confidentally. They both walked in, and Misty tried to keep in her gasp. Her mother, once recognisble with red, lucious locks of hair, was now bald, and living off tubes. Needles protuded her once youthful skin, making it older beyond its years. "Mom" she croaked, trying to hold back tears. She set Togepi on a chair and knelt beside her mother. "Mom...it's me, it's Misty..."
Her mother, Rose, moved her head. "Misty?" Her youngest daughter nodded, and started crying tears of anguish. "Don't do that, don't do that" she urged, wiping Misty's tears. Misty looked up and Rose smiled. "Thankyou for coming. My prayers were answered."
"I've missed you so much" Misty whimpered, meaning it.
Rose nodded. "I've missed you more. You know why you were called Misty...we ran out of flower names when you came along..." She laughed at the memory, and Misty clutched her mother's hand.
"Mom, I love you. I'm not going anywhere" she promised.
"Don't be silly, you have your childhood to live for. How about your pokemon? And that nice boy...Alex..."
"Ash" Misty corrected, and smiled. Rose had a good memory.
"He's a nice boy...and I'll never see you marry him..." Rose trailed off, and Daisy started crying quietly by the doorway.
"Mom, I was never gonna marry Ash" Misty shook her head.
"Oh but you are" Rose nodded. "You two are a match made in heaven." She took a firmer hold of Misty's hand and looked her straight in the eye. "Don't hold back. If you let go of him, you'll regret it for the rest of your life" she advised.
Misty gave her a sad smile. "Mom..."
"Misty, I'm telling you this as your mother. Not as a giggly girlie friend. I know a pair of lovebirds when I see them" Rose said.
"I'm here to be with you, mom, not Ash. You" Misty said firmly.
Rose smiled. "Thankyou. You were always so considerate, so friendly, so...so..." It was Rose's turn to cry now, and Misty wrapped her arms around her mother as her own tears hit the bed.
"Don't worry, mom. Don't worry" she sobbed, clutching her mother and whimpering like a lost puppy -- which is excatly how she felt. They pulled apart and Rose wiped away her tears. It was at this point a nurse walked in.
"Good afternoon, Rose" she smiled. Misty noticed the nametag -- Susan.
Rose sighed. "Another chemo treatment?"
"You got it" Susan said warily. Misty turned to her mother and sniffled.
"Misty, you go visit your sisters. I'll be in a cranky mood all day after this" Rose sadly smiled.
Misty nodded and walked towards Daisy. "Bye Mom...I love you..." she whispered, picking up Togepi.
"Remember, not yet" Rose reminded her. As soon as Misty walked out the door, she collapsed in another chair and cried.
"Misty...come on, calm down..." Daisy begged.
"Calm down?" Misty asked. "You expect me to calm down while my mother lies in that stiff bed, dying?!" she hissed so no one would hear.
Daisy sighed, also on the brink of tears. "I know, I know. But she's still got two months. We've got to cherish those..." She trailed off, not wanting to tell her younger sister the truth. Rose had less then two months. She had asked her three eldest daughters not to tell Misty, as she knew it would be hard enough to absorb the first shock.
Misty stood up. "Should we go and see Lily and Violet?"
Daisy smiled. "I guess we should." They walked out of the hospital, arms around each other, like a barrier of support. But they both felt as if they'd had their whole lives sucked out of them.
"Daisy...what's going to happen when mom...uh..." Misty hated saying it. Died. The word was ugly.
Daisy's eyes went wide, and Misty instantly picked up the look of fear in them. "We'll talk about it when we get home" Daisy promised, hailing a cab. Usually persistant Misty just raised an eyebrow and climbed in the cab after her sister. "Cerulean Gym, please" Daisy politly instructed, and the cab driver pulled away into the usual crowded streets of Cerulean City. Pulling Misty into a shock she never thought she would have to face.
A/N: Okay, that was my crap paragraphing, but someone pointed out to me that it wasn't paragraphed at all, so I did my best on this crap computer. Part four will be here soon, promise! :)
A/N: Chapter four, woo-hoo! I tried to paragraph it this time, but my computer is so cheap and old that it does a horrible job of it. Bear with me, it'll get better!
"Misty! Over here!"
Jetlagged and red-eyed, Misty immediatly noticed the blonde bombshell that was her sister. She ran over and they shared an emotional hug.
"Thankyou for coming. Mom wants to see you" Daisy whispered as they pulled apart.
Misty's sapphiere eyes filled with tears. "How is she?"
Daisy shook her head. "Going through chemo. There's no point, nothing can...I mean..." It was a sensitive subject that neither sister wanted to discuss, or face.
"Um, I better get my bags" Misty realised.
"Of course" Daisy smiled, being nicer to Misty then she ever had in previous years. They walked over to the baggage claim as Daisy asked a million questions. "How's Ash?" she asked as she hauled Misty's second and final bag onto a trolley.
Misty went quiet. "He's having a match today. He should win..."
Daisy nodded. "He's a pretty awesome trainer."
"I know that!" Misty snapped, and Daisy reeled. Misty mentally yelled at herself, then smiled. "I'm sorry. This is all getting to me. Come on, let's just go." Daisy agreed, hailed a taxi, and directed the driver to Cerulean General Hospital.
"Misty, I have to warn you, mom doesn't look like she usually does" Daisy said seriously as they walked through the sterile corridor of the cancer wing. Misty said nothing, only looked at the ground. As they walked past, she caught glimpses of cancer paitents. No hair, no visitors...no hope. "Okay, here we are" Daisy stopped before a closed door as Misty drew in a big breath.
"Let's go" she said confidentally. They both walked in, and Misty tried to keep in her gasp. Her mother, once recognisble with red, lucious locks of hair, was now bald, and living off tubes. Needles protuded her once youthful skin, making it older beyond its years. "Mom" she croaked, trying to hold back tears. She set Togepi on a chair and knelt beside her mother. "Mom...it's me, it's Misty..."
Her mother, Rose, moved her head. "Misty?" Her youngest daughter nodded, and started crying tears of anguish. "Don't do that, don't do that" she urged, wiping Misty's tears. Misty looked up and Rose smiled. "Thankyou for coming. My prayers were answered."
"I've missed you so much" Misty whimpered, meaning it.
Rose nodded. "I've missed you more. You know why you were called Misty...we ran out of flower names when you came along..." She laughed at the memory, and Misty clutched her mother's hand.
"Mom, I love you. I'm not going anywhere" she promised.
"Don't be silly, you have your childhood to live for. How about your pokemon? And that nice boy...Alex..."
"Ash" Misty corrected, and smiled. Rose had a good memory.
"He's a nice boy...and I'll never see you marry him..." Rose trailed off, and Daisy started crying quietly by the doorway.
"Mom, I was never gonna marry Ash" Misty shook her head.
"Oh but you are" Rose nodded. "You two are a match made in heaven." She took a firmer hold of Misty's hand and looked her straight in the eye. "Don't hold back. If you let go of him, you'll regret it for the rest of your life" she advised.
Misty gave her a sad smile. "Mom..."
"Misty, I'm telling you this as your mother. Not as a giggly girlie friend. I know a pair of lovebirds when I see them" Rose said.
"I'm here to be with you, mom, not Ash. You" Misty said firmly.
Rose smiled. "Thankyou. You were always so considerate, so friendly, so...so..." It was Rose's turn to cry now, and Misty wrapped her arms around her mother as her own tears hit the bed.
"Don't worry, mom. Don't worry" she sobbed, clutching her mother and whimpering like a lost puppy -- which is excatly how she felt. They pulled apart and Rose wiped away her tears. It was at this point a nurse walked in.
"Good afternoon, Rose" she smiled. Misty noticed the nametag -- Susan.
Rose sighed. "Another chemo treatment?"
"You got it" Susan said warily. Misty turned to her mother and sniffled.
"Misty, you go visit your sisters. I'll be in a cranky mood all day after this" Rose sadly smiled.
Misty nodded and walked towards Daisy. "Bye Mom...I love you..." she whispered, picking up Togepi.
"Remember, not yet" Rose reminded her. As soon as Misty walked out the door, she collapsed in another chair and cried.
"Misty...come on, calm down..." Daisy begged.
"Calm down?" Misty asked. "You expect me to calm down while my mother lies in that stiff bed, dying?!" she hissed so no one would hear.
Daisy sighed, also on the brink of tears. "I know, I know. But she's still got two months. We've got to cherish those..." She trailed off, not wanting to tell her younger sister the truth. Rose had less then two months. She had asked her three eldest daughters not to tell Misty, as she knew it would be hard enough to absorb the first shock.
Misty stood up. "Should we go and see Lily and Violet?"
Daisy smiled. "I guess we should." They walked out of the hospital, arms around each other, like a barrier of support. But they both felt as if they'd had their whole lives sucked out of them.
"Daisy...what's going to happen when mom...uh..." Misty hated saying it. Died. The word was ugly.
Daisy's eyes went wide, and Misty instantly picked up the look of fear in them. "We'll talk about it when we get home" Daisy promised, hailing a cab. Usually persistant Misty just raised an eyebrow and climbed in the cab after her sister. "Cerulean Gym, please" Daisy politly instructed, and the cab driver pulled away into the usual crowded streets of Cerulean City. Pulling Misty into a shock she never thought she would have to face.
A/N: Okay, that was my crap paragraphing, but someone pointed out to me that it wasn't paragraphed at all, so I did my best on this crap computer. Part four will be here soon, promise! :)
