2 months later...
"Okay! you're both free to go."
"Thanks, doctor Josh."
"Come back in... about a month, just to check up because you're just fine now." He replies.
3 weeks later…
Ash walks with a slight limp, but otherwise he's fine. We're staying with Brock in Pewter, so that we can return to the hospital one weeks from now. There have been pleny of battles, and as Ash has not been permitted to battle yet, he coaches me, and I've already won a few tournaments. We've gone out on a couple of occasions, yet they are unnecessary, what we have each gone through, Ash especially, has proven our love.
"Misty?" Ash shakes me out of my reverie. "You must promise me that no matter what happens next week, we will continue with our life.
"Yes, Ash, I promise." We seal it with a kiss. Over the week, Ash begins to get a lump on his throat, and excuses himself to the bathroom more. I can hear his coughing and retching, although he tries to hide it, and I make him promise never to hide anything from me anymore.
Finally, it is time. The ride to the hospital seems to take eternity, as my heart, beating in unison with Ash's, screeches to a stop. What if he has a disease? What if I do? No, surely we have had enough to befall us, and I push the black thought out of my mind.
"Okay! you're both free to go."
"Thanks, doctor Josh."
"Come back in... about a month, just to check up because you're just fine now." He replies.
3 weeks later…
Ash walks with a slight limp, but otherwise he's fine. We're staying with Brock in Pewter, so that we can return to the hospital one weeks from now. There have been pleny of battles, and as Ash has not been permitted to battle yet, he coaches me, and I've already won a few tournaments. We've gone out on a couple of occasions, yet they are unnecessary, what we have each gone through, Ash especially, has proven our love.
"Misty?" Ash shakes me out of my reverie. "You must promise me that no matter what happens next week, we will continue with our life.
"Yes, Ash, I promise." We seal it with a kiss. Over the week, Ash begins to get a lump on his throat, and excuses himself to the bathroom more. I can hear his coughing and retching, although he tries to hide it, and I make him promise never to hide anything from me anymore.
Finally, it is time. The ride to the hospital seems to take eternity, as my heart, beating in unison with Ash's, screeches to a stop. What if he has a disease? What if I do? No, surely we have had enough to befall us, and I push the black thought out of my mind.
