Chapter 8: Miracles

Jack sat down in the waiting room, for the third day. He just spent his days worrying and his nights sleeping having bad dreams. The little light with the needle was always on, the procedure seemed like it was taking forever. He was biting his nails, playing with his hair, any bad habit there is that he can do just because of the nervousness. His two remaning pokemon, Sentret, and Spearow were released out of the balls to play around, but they tried to comfort Jack, but nothing seemed to work.

Nurse Joy would usually come in every two hours to tell him the status of me. Sometimes a little better, sometimes worse. Jack looked at his watch, it was 9:59. Jack said to himself softly, "She should be coming in...now!"

Nurse Joy walked into the waiting room with a worried look on her face. Jack rose from his seat and walked to nurse Joy.

"Well how is he?" Jack asked being worried, knowing something bad will happen because of Nurse Joys' facxe expression.
"He still didn't improve...but I am not here just for that."
"Then what for?"
"Well, the thing is... That your Rattata has to leave the pokemon center, by tomorrow morning."
"Why?"
"There are other paitents needing that room, others in worse condition and this center is to small to hold them, I'm sorry, but one more day. If nothing improves then sorry I'll be forced to pull the plug, and you can try to go to the one in Violet. If there was a sign of something going to happen like the healing process then we would keep it longer, but I can't. I apologize."

Jack cried, his tears rolling down his face. He tok his sleeve and whiped his tears. "Why though?" He said still being under his sleeve. "As I said, your Rattata is the only pokemon that hasn't recovered or died yet, and other people need that space." Nurse Joy put her hand over her mouth, "If this place was only bigger, but this is only a small town pokemon center."

Jack didn't want me to die. I was the first pokemon that he caught. He loved me and couldn't bear that one battle has affected him so mentally.

Jack walked by Nurse Joy and ran out of the Pokemon Center. "I need to talk a walk." Jack cried. He walked to the dome where the cup is still being held. "You caused this! Just a dumb tournament caused my pokemon to be on the line of life or death!" He shouted at the dome. "I shouldn't be blaming others, I should be blaming myself." Jack said softly to himself.

"This is all my fault, I'm a lousy trainer. I can't do this. My mother and my father always pushed me to be a trainer, when I'm not good at it. It is my dream, but not my biggest. I just wanted a few nice, loyal, loving, and caring pokemon. I don't want to travel the world for badges. Anyways, I'm not good enough for a badge. If I got one then that would ruin its name. I'm starting to question myself if I should even stay a trainer, after this. My pokemon are hurt, physically and probably mentally. My dream isn't to be a pokemon master, my dream is-is-is to be a breeder and to see the adaspation of pokemon. This isn't the path that I should take... I don't know what to do." Jack said this, while crying looking at the dome.

Jack looked in the dome and opened the door and entered it, the second to last battle was going on. "THey each have one pokemon, they both looking tired!" The announcer said. The crowd was silent, just staring at the battle. They weren't making any comments about it, they were just amazed by the battle.

"Shellder, get that Heracross with a ice beam!" The trainer in the red box said. The Shellder formed a sphere of ice and released it. Ice coming from the sphere hitting the Heracross. "No!" Shouted the trainer in the green box. The Heracross fell. "After a good fight, the Heracross fell." The announcer said. The crowd cherred and stood up, clapping from how great the battle was.

"I don't like to see them battle, I don't like my pokemon to battle. That is the reason. There is a winner and a loser. Each time I lose my pokemon would probably be a little hurt mentally, and I cannot watch that happen. Pokemon shouldn't have to battle for there trainer. I guess, that they battle because they love their trainer. The other reason is that they may be slaves of the trainer, and is to scared not to fight. I didn't get Pokemon to battle, I got them to be happy. So what if they aren't expirienced, at least they would be happy. And isn't that what counts?" Jack whispered to himself.

Someone from the back ground came out, he had six pokeballs on his belt, and was Flint, Brocks' father! "Of course love counts, but they would only battle there hardest if they loved and cared for you. If they hate you then they wouldn't care if they lost of not. Why would they? If the pokemon liked the pokemon then they would battle hard to make them proud. Battle is a sign of loyality." Flint said. "I guess." Jack responded.

Flint made a smile and walked off, out the dome and to where ever he was planning to go. "This is to confusing, I just need to think." Jack said walking off to the Pokemon Center.

Jack fell asleep once he had dinner. It was late night time. Nurse Joy finally gave up trying to improve my condition and went to sleep after. Blissey followed.

Around 3:00 in the morning Blissey woke up. *I have an idea* SHe said ( * means Pokemon Translation) She jumped out of her bed and walked to my room.

She opened the door to my silent room and looked around. She smiled, *Please let this work, I hate to see pokemon die. I hate when pokemon trainers feel pain because of their pokemon dying.* She smiled and walked up to my body that was barely alive.

She waved her hands, then they turned a sky blue. She put her to two hands on my body and my body began to blow that blue. Chansey bit her lip from the pain she was feeling. I turned conscience and woke up. Blissey smiled and toddled off. *I never said thanks...* I said quietly in my room.

I looked out at the window and saw it was dark, I was relized I was in a hospital. *Jack?* I asked in my room. I jumped down from my bed and looked around in the pokemon center, checking every room. I reached the waiting room and walked in. Jack was sleeping on the couch. I smiled and jumped up. I walked and jumped on the couch. I fell asleep under Jacks' arm.

"JACK!" Nurse Joy shouted. Jack fell off the couch. "What?" He moaned. "Your Rattata, it's gone." She replied. "It was kidnapped?" he said stupidly. "No I mean hes gone! Like not here!" She screamed. Jack jumped up. I fell from Jacks coat and hit the floor. I woke up and moaned. "Rattata!" Nurse Joy and Jack shouted.

Jack smiled, the first time in four days and picked me up. "I'm so glad your okay!" He smiled. "Who healed it?" Nurse Joy asked. "Maybe it was a miracle." Jack smiled and replied.