To Catch Your Death
Part 1
"And the winner is Evee!" The announcer calls. Pikachu staggered off of the battlefield. Ash gasped in horror. "No…" He said, looking at Garry Oak, smiling smugly and congragilating his Pokemon. "Garry Oak is the new Pokemon master! And Ash Ketchum is our newest loser!!" The crowed roared with both applause and laughter. Pikachu walked over to Ash and gave him a forceful thunder shock. "Ow!" Ash yelled from the ground. "Pikachu, what was that for?" "Pika chu pichu pi pi pikachu! (For being a lousy trainer. You made me battle even after I'd taken savair damage! You're a loser!)" Misty and Brock came up just then. "Guys! You don't think I'm a loser, do you?" "Oh, no Ash." Misty said, walking over to Garry. "Yeah." Brock agreed. "We always knew you were!" They said at the same time. "Garry, there's something I've been meaning to give you." Misty said wrapping her arms around Ash's rival. Garry returned the embrace. "I love you." Misty said, pulling him in to a pasha nit kiss… "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
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Ash bolted up, sweat pouring down his face. His breath came in short gasps, and he felt himself shaking. 'Relax Ash… it was just a dream…' He coughed slightly. His throat was killing him. Getting to his feet, Ash had to grab on to the Pokemon center couch to steady himself. He felt extremely dizzy. Staggering over to the bathroom, he half fell, half crawled inside.
He collapsed on hands and knees in front of the toilet and emptied his dinner in to it.
Wiping his face off with his shirt, he flushed the toilet. His head throbbed with an aching pain. He coughed again, weakly. 'What's wrong with me?'
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Misty awoke when someone grabbed the edge of her blanket. Opening one eye a crack, she saw it was Ash. His face looked rather pale, and he was sweating heavily. She saw him stagger to the bathroom and then to her horror, he collapsed. Slowly, she watched him close the door and then a minute later she heard coughing and gagging coming from inside the closed door…
A minute later, she heard the toilet flush, but still Ash didn't come out. 2 minutes went by, yet still no sine of him. Misty began to get worried. 'What if he past out or something?' She wondered to herself, getting to her feet and crossing the room to the door.
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Ash heard a quiet tap on the door. "Ash?" A voice whispered. He didn't reply, he couldn't reply. He only coughed weakly. A second later, he heard the door squeak slightly as someone opened it. He shivered at the cold air that came from the lobby. Come to think of it, it was pretty cold in here as well. "Ash, are you okay?" He heard Misty's voice ask from the doorway. Looking up weakly, he saw her standing in the doorway, concern etched on her pretty feachers. "Y-Yeah." He said, tiredly. Misty walked over to the sink and picked up a glass from the counter. Turning on the faucet, she filled the cup with cool water. "Here." She said, handing it to Ash.
Ash accepted the drink gratefully. "Thank you Misty." He said, lifting the cup to his lips. He felt Misty's hand pressed lightly against his forehead. He heard her sit down beside him, and felt her arm around his shoulders.
To tired to support himself, he leaned against her. Misty didn't push the younger boy away, she just pushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Ash, I think you have a fever."
Misty said after a minute, taking the now empty glass from her younger friend. Placing it on the counter, she looked back at the younger boy, who she now saw was shivering. "No, I'm positive you have a fever." She said, helping him to his feet.
He still leaned on her, he felt to dizzy to walk on his own. Like before, Misty didn't abject to this. She just helped him over to the couch.
He collapsed on to it, his eyes already half closed. Misty pulled his blanket over him, then reached in to her backpack.
Pulling out a soft Awkwa blue blanket, she draped it lightly over him. "Misty, what are…"" Ash started, forcing his eyes to stay open. "Shhh, you need your rest." The girl silenced him.
Ash obeyed and aloud his eyes to close. "My mother made me that blanket, Ash." He heard Misty's voice say. She felt her take his hand gently squeezing it. "She always would cover me with it." Misty's voice began to shake slightly, yet, she still continued. Ash listened, forcing himself to stay awake. "She always sang me this song too. Do you want me to sing it for you?" She didn't wait for him to reply. Reaching up, she began to gently stroke his cheek. Her hands were soft and smooth. And just by her gentle touch would have been enough for the boy to sink in to sleep.
But, just then, she began to softly sing. "You are the light in my life. The joy of each day.
Every morning I wake to hear you say.
Good morning to me.
Just being with you, brightens up even the gloomiest of days for me.
That's because you're my baby.
My one true joy, my baby…"
Ash didn't hear anymore. His eyes were closed, from both the fever and Misty's soothing voice. Misty didn't realize this, she continued to sing. Finishing with a soft. "And I love you, my baby."
She looked down to see that the boy was asleep. Bending down, she kist him lightly on the forehead. "I love you, Ash." She whispered, wishing so badly that she could tell him that when he was awake to hear it. Getting on the couch beside him, she reached over, putting her cool hand on his hot forehead. "Get better soon, Ash. You can't be a Pokemon master if you're sick. But, you'll always be a master to me."
With that, Misty fell asleep, her hand still on the boy's forehead…
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That's how Brock found them in the morning. "Awww, young love." He said quietly. Reaching down, he shook both of them, before running in to the bathroom.
The first thing Ash felt when he opened his eyes, was something cool resting on his forehead. He sat up, knocking whatever had been there off. But, immediately lay back down again. For the second he'd lifted his head from his pillow, his vision had blurred.
Misty woke up to find her hand hanging off the edge of the couch. "Morning, Ash." "Morning, Misty." He said, forcing his voice to sound energetic. "Feeling better?" Misty asked, getting up. "Yup!" Ash said, he sat up, slower this time and opened up his backpack.
He picked up the blankets preparing to put them away, when he realized that there was a strange one. It was a Aqua Blue. "Oh, that's mine." Misty said, taking it from him and blushing. "Oh, thanks." He said, smiling slightly.
Just then, Brock walked out. "Nice to see you up, now hit the showers! We leave in a hour." He headed off to get some food and to talk to a certain Pokemon nurse. No doubt. "You go ahead, Misty." Ash said. Misty nodded and got out her usual clothes. Ash watched her walk away. 'Thank you Misty…'
"Pika pi! Chu pika? (Morning Ash! Sleep good?)" Pikachu asked, jumping on to its trainer's lap. Ash smiled weakly. "Sure did, how bout you?" The small mouse-like Pokemon nodded happily. "Pika? Chu pika pi? (Is something-wrong Ash? You're not yourself)" The Pokemon asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, buddy." Ash reassured him. While telling himself the same thing. "I just got a little sick last night, that's all." "Pika! Chu pikachu? (Sick! Are you okay now?)" Pikachu asked, glancing worriedly at his trainer's face. Again, Ash forced a smile.
"Yup, sure am. Now, I'm going to go take a shower, kay?" Pikachu nodded, still not looking quite convinced.
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Misty excited the bathroom, holding a towel around her slightly wet hair. Ash walked in after her. Misty couldn't help noticing that his face looked flushed. "Hurry up, Ash." She called after him. He didn't reply.
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"Sorry, guys." Ash said breathlessly, walking in. Brock and Misty looked up from where'd they'd just finished helping Nurse Joy put away the things for breakfast. "Ash, sorry, there's nothing left." Brock said. "That's okay, I wasn't that hungry anyway." Ash said cheerfully. "Well, in that case, let's go!" Brock said. Neither him or Misty noticed Ash's pale cheeks, but Pikachu did…
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"Hurry up, Ash!" Brock called back to the black-haired boy as he straggled along behind the others. "Coming…" He panted. Pikachu, tired from walking for the past 2 hours, took a flying leap, and landed on Ash's head. Ash however, not expecting the impact of his Yellow Pokemon, stumbled and fell, hitting the ground with a loud thud.
Brock and Misty stopped short. "Ash!" Misty cried, seeing him sprawled on the ground.
"I'm fine guys…" Ash said, pulling himself back to his feet. Like earlier that morning, his vision went blurry.
"Pika?" Pikachu questioned worriedly.
"I'm fine, buddy." Ash said reassuringly.
But, Pikachu didn't believe his trainer.
"Well, if you're sure." Brock said slowly.
"Yeah, let's go!"
Ash said, mustering as much enthusiasm as he could. His friends and fellow Pokemon nodded, most still not convinced.
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"A hundred Nurse Joy's on the wall, a hundred Nurse Joy's on the wall! Take one down, give her to me, and you have ninety-nine Nurse Joy's on the wall!!" Brock sang. Misty whacked him up side the head. "Shut up…" She muttered.
Slightly behind them, Ash was trying his best to keep up. His vision kept going in and out of focus… in and out… in and out…
"Hey, Ash!" Misty's voice brought him back to reality and to the throbbing pain in his forehead…
"…Yeah…" He called back, forcing his voice to sound normal.
"Ya coming?" The Red head had a look of slight annoyance on her face.
Ash nodded wearily. "Yeah, I'm coming, Misty…"
He called back, forcing his dropping eyelids to stay open.
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"Guys… I… need… to… sit… down…" Ash gasped out 2 hours later, collapsing on the grass.
The other two stopped next to him.
"Ya okay?" Brock inquired, just now noticing the boy's pale face.
"Oh yeah… just tired…" He replied, shivers slightly.
"Ash, did you just shiver?" Misty asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"No! I'm really… hot!"
Ash said, although, he was freezing.
"Look, you 2 go on ahead, I'll catch up. Okay?"
Brock looked hesitant but turned back to the path.
"Okay… but if you're not with us in 20 minutes, we're coming back. Come on, Misty."
The girl got to her feet, her Green eyes still on Ash.
"Maybe I should…" She began slowly.
"Mist, I'll be fine." Ash insisted. The girl still did not look convinced, but walked along side the older boy anyway.
-20 minutes later…-
Misty scanned the path for any sine of Ash. "I don't see him anywhere, Brock!"
She called, a sound of panic in her voice. "Now, now, let's not panic here." Brock said, trying to calm her down.
"It's a little late for that!" Misty shrieked.
Brock sweatdropped nervously. "Uh… okay… just, don't hurt me…"
Misty ignored him and smacked him across the back of the head anyway.
"I'm going back to look for him, stay here!"
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"Pika pi! Pika pi! Pika pi!! (Ash! Ash! Ash!!)" Pikachu franticly called. Ash lay, slumped against a tree, unmoving.
"Pikachu!" A new voice called.
"Pika! (Misty!)" Pikachu called, relieved to see her.
"Pikachu where's… Ash!" She cried, sprinting to his side.
"Ash, answer me!" She called, kneeling down and taking him into her arms. The boy made no reply and remained mosationless.
"Pikachu, go get Brock! He's just up ahead!" Misty directed of the Pokemon.
Instantly, the mouse leaped to his feet and ran in the direction she'd told it to.
All it could think about was Ash…
To Be Continued…?
[A/N
So, like it? The next part'll have AAMRN in it, if I do a next part. Now, I worked hard on this one, and if I see any flames, I'll freak!! You flamers are serously jerks who can't say anything nice even if you wanted to. I'm talking about the flamers, not Mewberries, MistyStar, Tango Mango and any other nice person who's reviewed my stuff. This fic is for Mewberries, cause she's so cool and she has me on her favorite Author's list!! So, you tell me if you want another part! Oh, if I do do another one, I'm putting Rocketshipping in it, too! So, review, and tell me if I should continue or not!
Seeya!!
Kasumi
Part 1
"And the winner is Evee!" The announcer calls. Pikachu staggered off of the battlefield. Ash gasped in horror. "No…" He said, looking at Garry Oak, smiling smugly and congragilating his Pokemon. "Garry Oak is the new Pokemon master! And Ash Ketchum is our newest loser!!" The crowed roared with both applause and laughter. Pikachu walked over to Ash and gave him a forceful thunder shock. "Ow!" Ash yelled from the ground. "Pikachu, what was that for?" "Pika chu pichu pi pi pikachu! (For being a lousy trainer. You made me battle even after I'd taken savair damage! You're a loser!)" Misty and Brock came up just then. "Guys! You don't think I'm a loser, do you?" "Oh, no Ash." Misty said, walking over to Garry. "Yeah." Brock agreed. "We always knew you were!" They said at the same time. "Garry, there's something I've been meaning to give you." Misty said wrapping her arms around Ash's rival. Garry returned the embrace. "I love you." Misty said, pulling him in to a pasha nit kiss… "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
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Ash bolted up, sweat pouring down his face. His breath came in short gasps, and he felt himself shaking. 'Relax Ash… it was just a dream…' He coughed slightly. His throat was killing him. Getting to his feet, Ash had to grab on to the Pokemon center couch to steady himself. He felt extremely dizzy. Staggering over to the bathroom, he half fell, half crawled inside.
He collapsed on hands and knees in front of the toilet and emptied his dinner in to it.
Wiping his face off with his shirt, he flushed the toilet. His head throbbed with an aching pain. He coughed again, weakly. 'What's wrong with me?'
-
Misty awoke when someone grabbed the edge of her blanket. Opening one eye a crack, she saw it was Ash. His face looked rather pale, and he was sweating heavily. She saw him stagger to the bathroom and then to her horror, he collapsed. Slowly, she watched him close the door and then a minute later she heard coughing and gagging coming from inside the closed door…
A minute later, she heard the toilet flush, but still Ash didn't come out. 2 minutes went by, yet still no sine of him. Misty began to get worried. 'What if he past out or something?' She wondered to herself, getting to her feet and crossing the room to the door.
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Ash heard a quiet tap on the door. "Ash?" A voice whispered. He didn't reply, he couldn't reply. He only coughed weakly. A second later, he heard the door squeak slightly as someone opened it. He shivered at the cold air that came from the lobby. Come to think of it, it was pretty cold in here as well. "Ash, are you okay?" He heard Misty's voice ask from the doorway. Looking up weakly, he saw her standing in the doorway, concern etched on her pretty feachers. "Y-Yeah." He said, tiredly. Misty walked over to the sink and picked up a glass from the counter. Turning on the faucet, she filled the cup with cool water. "Here." She said, handing it to Ash.
Ash accepted the drink gratefully. "Thank you Misty." He said, lifting the cup to his lips. He felt Misty's hand pressed lightly against his forehead. He heard her sit down beside him, and felt her arm around his shoulders.
To tired to support himself, he leaned against her. Misty didn't push the younger boy away, she just pushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Ash, I think you have a fever."
Misty said after a minute, taking the now empty glass from her younger friend. Placing it on the counter, she looked back at the younger boy, who she now saw was shivering. "No, I'm positive you have a fever." She said, helping him to his feet.
He still leaned on her, he felt to dizzy to walk on his own. Like before, Misty didn't abject to this. She just helped him over to the couch.
He collapsed on to it, his eyes already half closed. Misty pulled his blanket over him, then reached in to her backpack.
Pulling out a soft Awkwa blue blanket, she draped it lightly over him. "Misty, what are…"" Ash started, forcing his eyes to stay open. "Shhh, you need your rest." The girl silenced him.
Ash obeyed and aloud his eyes to close. "My mother made me that blanket, Ash." He heard Misty's voice say. She felt her take his hand gently squeezing it. "She always would cover me with it." Misty's voice began to shake slightly, yet, she still continued. Ash listened, forcing himself to stay awake. "She always sang me this song too. Do you want me to sing it for you?" She didn't wait for him to reply. Reaching up, she began to gently stroke his cheek. Her hands were soft and smooth. And just by her gentle touch would have been enough for the boy to sink in to sleep.
But, just then, she began to softly sing. "You are the light in my life. The joy of each day.
Every morning I wake to hear you say.
Good morning to me.
Just being with you, brightens up even the gloomiest of days for me.
That's because you're my baby.
My one true joy, my baby…"
Ash didn't hear anymore. His eyes were closed, from both the fever and Misty's soothing voice. Misty didn't realize this, she continued to sing. Finishing with a soft. "And I love you, my baby."
She looked down to see that the boy was asleep. Bending down, she kist him lightly on the forehead. "I love you, Ash." She whispered, wishing so badly that she could tell him that when he was awake to hear it. Getting on the couch beside him, she reached over, putting her cool hand on his hot forehead. "Get better soon, Ash. You can't be a Pokemon master if you're sick. But, you'll always be a master to me."
With that, Misty fell asleep, her hand still on the boy's forehead…
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That's how Brock found them in the morning. "Awww, young love." He said quietly. Reaching down, he shook both of them, before running in to the bathroom.
The first thing Ash felt when he opened his eyes, was something cool resting on his forehead. He sat up, knocking whatever had been there off. But, immediately lay back down again. For the second he'd lifted his head from his pillow, his vision had blurred.
Misty woke up to find her hand hanging off the edge of the couch. "Morning, Ash." "Morning, Misty." He said, forcing his voice to sound energetic. "Feeling better?" Misty asked, getting up. "Yup!" Ash said, he sat up, slower this time and opened up his backpack.
He picked up the blankets preparing to put them away, when he realized that there was a strange one. It was a Aqua Blue. "Oh, that's mine." Misty said, taking it from him and blushing. "Oh, thanks." He said, smiling slightly.
Just then, Brock walked out. "Nice to see you up, now hit the showers! We leave in a hour." He headed off to get some food and to talk to a certain Pokemon nurse. No doubt. "You go ahead, Misty." Ash said. Misty nodded and got out her usual clothes. Ash watched her walk away. 'Thank you Misty…'
"Pika pi! Chu pika? (Morning Ash! Sleep good?)" Pikachu asked, jumping on to its trainer's lap. Ash smiled weakly. "Sure did, how bout you?" The small mouse-like Pokemon nodded happily. "Pika? Chu pika pi? (Is something-wrong Ash? You're not yourself)" The Pokemon asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, buddy." Ash reassured him. While telling himself the same thing. "I just got a little sick last night, that's all." "Pika! Chu pikachu? (Sick! Are you okay now?)" Pikachu asked, glancing worriedly at his trainer's face. Again, Ash forced a smile.
"Yup, sure am. Now, I'm going to go take a shower, kay?" Pikachu nodded, still not looking quite convinced.
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Misty excited the bathroom, holding a towel around her slightly wet hair. Ash walked in after her. Misty couldn't help noticing that his face looked flushed. "Hurry up, Ash." She called after him. He didn't reply.
-
"Sorry, guys." Ash said breathlessly, walking in. Brock and Misty looked up from where'd they'd just finished helping Nurse Joy put away the things for breakfast. "Ash, sorry, there's nothing left." Brock said. "That's okay, I wasn't that hungry anyway." Ash said cheerfully. "Well, in that case, let's go!" Brock said. Neither him or Misty noticed Ash's pale cheeks, but Pikachu did…
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"Hurry up, Ash!" Brock called back to the black-haired boy as he straggled along behind the others. "Coming…" He panted. Pikachu, tired from walking for the past 2 hours, took a flying leap, and landed on Ash's head. Ash however, not expecting the impact of his Yellow Pokemon, stumbled and fell, hitting the ground with a loud thud.
Brock and Misty stopped short. "Ash!" Misty cried, seeing him sprawled on the ground.
"I'm fine guys…" Ash said, pulling himself back to his feet. Like earlier that morning, his vision went blurry.
"Pika?" Pikachu questioned worriedly.
"I'm fine, buddy." Ash said reassuringly.
But, Pikachu didn't believe his trainer.
"Well, if you're sure." Brock said slowly.
"Yeah, let's go!"
Ash said, mustering as much enthusiasm as he could. His friends and fellow Pokemon nodded, most still not convinced.
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"A hundred Nurse Joy's on the wall, a hundred Nurse Joy's on the wall! Take one down, give her to me, and you have ninety-nine Nurse Joy's on the wall!!" Brock sang. Misty whacked him up side the head. "Shut up…" She muttered.
Slightly behind them, Ash was trying his best to keep up. His vision kept going in and out of focus… in and out… in and out…
"Hey, Ash!" Misty's voice brought him back to reality and to the throbbing pain in his forehead…
"…Yeah…" He called back, forcing his voice to sound normal.
"Ya coming?" The Red head had a look of slight annoyance on her face.
Ash nodded wearily. "Yeah, I'm coming, Misty…"
He called back, forcing his dropping eyelids to stay open.
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"Guys… I… need… to… sit… down…" Ash gasped out 2 hours later, collapsing on the grass.
The other two stopped next to him.
"Ya okay?" Brock inquired, just now noticing the boy's pale face.
"Oh yeah… just tired…" He replied, shivers slightly.
"Ash, did you just shiver?" Misty asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"No! I'm really… hot!"
Ash said, although, he was freezing.
"Look, you 2 go on ahead, I'll catch up. Okay?"
Brock looked hesitant but turned back to the path.
"Okay… but if you're not with us in 20 minutes, we're coming back. Come on, Misty."
The girl got to her feet, her Green eyes still on Ash.
"Maybe I should…" She began slowly.
"Mist, I'll be fine." Ash insisted. The girl still did not look convinced, but walked along side the older boy anyway.
-20 minutes later…-
Misty scanned the path for any sine of Ash. "I don't see him anywhere, Brock!"
She called, a sound of panic in her voice. "Now, now, let's not panic here." Brock said, trying to calm her down.
"It's a little late for that!" Misty shrieked.
Brock sweatdropped nervously. "Uh… okay… just, don't hurt me…"
Misty ignored him and smacked him across the back of the head anyway.
"I'm going back to look for him, stay here!"
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"Pika pi! Pika pi! Pika pi!! (Ash! Ash! Ash!!)" Pikachu franticly called. Ash lay, slumped against a tree, unmoving.
"Pikachu!" A new voice called.
"Pika! (Misty!)" Pikachu called, relieved to see her.
"Pikachu where's… Ash!" She cried, sprinting to his side.
"Ash, answer me!" She called, kneeling down and taking him into her arms. The boy made no reply and remained mosationless.
"Pikachu, go get Brock! He's just up ahead!" Misty directed of the Pokemon.
Instantly, the mouse leaped to his feet and ran in the direction she'd told it to.
All it could think about was Ash…
To Be Continued…?
[A/N
So, like it? The next part'll have AAMRN in it, if I do a next part. Now, I worked hard on this one, and if I see any flames, I'll freak!! You flamers are serously jerks who can't say anything nice even if you wanted to. I'm talking about the flamers, not Mewberries, MistyStar, Tango Mango and any other nice person who's reviewed my stuff. This fic is for Mewberries, cause she's so cool and she has me on her favorite Author's list!! So, you tell me if you want another part! Oh, if I do do another one, I'm putting Rocketshipping in it, too! So, review, and tell me if I should continue or not!
Seeya!!
Kasumi