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Misty's Awakening
Part 22
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Ash's ears were filled with the sound of the heart monitor, and soon after he opened his eyes to find himself in the dreary hospital room, lying next to Misty on the bed.
He rubbed his eyelids, opened them again, and found that he could see more clearly than before. The room was empty, and quiet, save the beeping. He'd forgotten that he had fallen asleep by Misty's side the night before. When had he drifted off...?
He spotted his guitar case, leaning by a chair, and saw the tattered violet dress again flowing down the chair's back, nearly brushing the floor. His mom must have moved the case away from the bed. Ash remembered that he had forgotten about it when he'd been crying last night. He had been calling to Misty, trying to get her to respond somehow, and when she didn't, he'd laid down by her and carefully whispered to her that it was alright. He had a feeling that she could hear him, so it wasn't in vain.
Then, he figured, he'd fallen asleep by her out of desperation and all around fatigue. He hadn't gotten much sleep lately, running around and trying to help out with everything. He needed a rest.
The door clicked open. Ash looked up to see the Doctor, equipped with his clipboard and usual charts
"Good morning, Ash," the Doctor said artificially, trying to smile.
"Hey," Ash responded. He sat up in the bed and brushed away a stray hair that had fallen over his eye. "How...how is she today?"
The Doctor observed the monitors, jotting down info here and there. "I've never really seen anything like it before," he began. "It's hard to tell what will happen yet. She's holding up..." He was staring at this clipboard.
Ash sighed. "I don't understand all this. She was doing perfectly fine...I mean, up and walking and all that. She was acting normal, and then I find her lying outside like this in the rain. How could it happen?" He looked almost angry now, staring at Misty's pale face.
The Doctor turned to him, lowering his papers. "A relapse. That's all I know for sure, but *how* it happened, I'm not sure of. Yes, she was doing well, but I remember saying that she had ought to take it easy. Was she?"
"Mostly, I think. She wanted to do lots of things, but I had to stop her, just incase something happened. She was careful..." He trailed off, lost in thought.
"It may have been exposure to the heat indoors, of the cold outdoors, or maybe she just tried to walk to early, before she really had the strength. But she was too weak and collapsed for some reason."
Ash nodded. He knew. He didn't need to hear any more, but he was still curious as to why she'd fallen back into a coma. Why had she let herself....
He cursed at himself. It wasn't her fault. She was responsible. But he'd been the one to push her into walking...he could have told her to slow down instead...
He let himself fall back onto the bed. He lay, face down, on the pillow,, wishing nothing more than for the girl sleeping next to him to wake up. He didn't want this to be his fault, but he couldn't force himself to feel otherwise.
The Doctor left without another word.
It had been his fault from the beginning, the realized, and now, it was his fault again. He'd never deserved to have Misty— and now he was the worst thing for her, wasn't he?
But he couldn't stay away from her.
'I'm too tired,' he told himself, 'that's why I'm thinking this way.'
And he hoped that was true as he closed his eyes again.
* * * *
It was a very...detached feeling.
Like, Misty thought, she barely had a hold of it. But she was reaching...
Only her brain could grasp it. She had no hands to hold to it, no fingers to cling to it. The power of her thoughts, willing her to take power of this feeling, was all that she had.
She tried as hard as she could to 'find' this feeling.
But when she tried grasp to it, it was like holding on to water.
But the more she wanted it, the more it seemed possible. She thought it, wished it, hoped it, and all at once it was drifting closer and closer.
Mentally, Misty reached across the void of her mind and held on as tight as she could. She pulled it closer. It seemed to struggle against her.
But this time she had it. She felt it now. It exploded throughout her, and she knew it was hers. This feeling was moving through her now.
And suddenly she was aware of things she hadn't known she could understand again. The void in her mind was filled again. There was a tingling all around her.
Warmth. A feeling she had trouble remembering at first, but it came to her. It was a warm feeling right next to her. And then she realized what was so different now.
She could *feel*.
She felt everything--the sheets around her, the pillow that propped her head up, the warm breath that was breathing onto her skin. And she wanted to cry out in joy.
Something next to her moved. She felt joy again, because she knew that the thing next to her was Ash.
Ash was still with her.
But she could not move, only feel. She could not speak, only listen, for that had come back, too. And she could suddenly hear the beeping of the monitor and even the sigh of Ash as he moved slightly by her on the bed.
He stopped moving, and Misty knew that he had fallen asleep.
If only he knew that she was reaching out for him...trying so hard to just touch him....
But her body would not permit.
For just an instant, she wondered if it would have been better to still see and feel nothing. Then, she wouldn't feel this torture.
But she didn't regret it. She had touched the unreachable world, and she wasn't going to give it up for anything.
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...To Be Continued....
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AN: Sorry it is so short, but at least it's a new part! It's the best I can to for the moment. More soon!
Misty's Awakening
Part 22
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Ash's ears were filled with the sound of the heart monitor, and soon after he opened his eyes to find himself in the dreary hospital room, lying next to Misty on the bed.
He rubbed his eyelids, opened them again, and found that he could see more clearly than before. The room was empty, and quiet, save the beeping. He'd forgotten that he had fallen asleep by Misty's side the night before. When had he drifted off...?
He spotted his guitar case, leaning by a chair, and saw the tattered violet dress again flowing down the chair's back, nearly brushing the floor. His mom must have moved the case away from the bed. Ash remembered that he had forgotten about it when he'd been crying last night. He had been calling to Misty, trying to get her to respond somehow, and when she didn't, he'd laid down by her and carefully whispered to her that it was alright. He had a feeling that she could hear him, so it wasn't in vain.
Then, he figured, he'd fallen asleep by her out of desperation and all around fatigue. He hadn't gotten much sleep lately, running around and trying to help out with everything. He needed a rest.
The door clicked open. Ash looked up to see the Doctor, equipped with his clipboard and usual charts
"Good morning, Ash," the Doctor said artificially, trying to smile.
"Hey," Ash responded. He sat up in the bed and brushed away a stray hair that had fallen over his eye. "How...how is she today?"
The Doctor observed the monitors, jotting down info here and there. "I've never really seen anything like it before," he began. "It's hard to tell what will happen yet. She's holding up..." He was staring at this clipboard.
Ash sighed. "I don't understand all this. She was doing perfectly fine...I mean, up and walking and all that. She was acting normal, and then I find her lying outside like this in the rain. How could it happen?" He looked almost angry now, staring at Misty's pale face.
The Doctor turned to him, lowering his papers. "A relapse. That's all I know for sure, but *how* it happened, I'm not sure of. Yes, she was doing well, but I remember saying that she had ought to take it easy. Was she?"
"Mostly, I think. She wanted to do lots of things, but I had to stop her, just incase something happened. She was careful..." He trailed off, lost in thought.
"It may have been exposure to the heat indoors, of the cold outdoors, or maybe she just tried to walk to early, before she really had the strength. But she was too weak and collapsed for some reason."
Ash nodded. He knew. He didn't need to hear any more, but he was still curious as to why she'd fallen back into a coma. Why had she let herself....
He cursed at himself. It wasn't her fault. She was responsible. But he'd been the one to push her into walking...he could have told her to slow down instead...
He let himself fall back onto the bed. He lay, face down, on the pillow,, wishing nothing more than for the girl sleeping next to him to wake up. He didn't want this to be his fault, but he couldn't force himself to feel otherwise.
The Doctor left without another word.
It had been his fault from the beginning, the realized, and now, it was his fault again. He'd never deserved to have Misty— and now he was the worst thing for her, wasn't he?
But he couldn't stay away from her.
'I'm too tired,' he told himself, 'that's why I'm thinking this way.'
And he hoped that was true as he closed his eyes again.
* * * *
It was a very...detached feeling.
Like, Misty thought, she barely had a hold of it. But she was reaching...
Only her brain could grasp it. She had no hands to hold to it, no fingers to cling to it. The power of her thoughts, willing her to take power of this feeling, was all that she had.
She tried as hard as she could to 'find' this feeling.
But when she tried grasp to it, it was like holding on to water.
But the more she wanted it, the more it seemed possible. She thought it, wished it, hoped it, and all at once it was drifting closer and closer.
Mentally, Misty reached across the void of her mind and held on as tight as she could. She pulled it closer. It seemed to struggle against her.
But this time she had it. She felt it now. It exploded throughout her, and she knew it was hers. This feeling was moving through her now.
And suddenly she was aware of things she hadn't known she could understand again. The void in her mind was filled again. There was a tingling all around her.
Warmth. A feeling she had trouble remembering at first, but it came to her. It was a warm feeling right next to her. And then she realized what was so different now.
She could *feel*.
She felt everything--the sheets around her, the pillow that propped her head up, the warm breath that was breathing onto her skin. And she wanted to cry out in joy.
Something next to her moved. She felt joy again, because she knew that the thing next to her was Ash.
Ash was still with her.
But she could not move, only feel. She could not speak, only listen, for that had come back, too. And she could suddenly hear the beeping of the monitor and even the sigh of Ash as he moved slightly by her on the bed.
He stopped moving, and Misty knew that he had fallen asleep.
If only he knew that she was reaching out for him...trying so hard to just touch him....
But her body would not permit.
For just an instant, she wondered if it would have been better to still see and feel nothing. Then, she wouldn't feel this torture.
But she didn't regret it. She had touched the unreachable world, and she wasn't going to give it up for anything.
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...To Be Continued....
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AN: Sorry it is so short, but at least it's a new part! It's the best I can to for the moment. More soon!
