He's awake. Or is he? He can't tell anymore. Both the dreaming and waking
world are equally strange. He could be dreaming and wouldn't know the difference
anymore. It's swelteringly hot, only to be an endless wave of chills the
next. He has a feeling he's thought this all before. He can't remember
if he has or hasn't. It's all blur. He remembers saying good-bye to his
mother. He remembers, going on a trip the Lake of Rage. They were planning
on meeting up Brock and Tracy there. He thinks they were about half way
from Pallet that day when they set up camp here. Or one forth there? Three
forth?! He can't remember! Misty had gone for a walk. A sick Jolteon had
wandered into camp while she was gone. No, no that wasn't right. The Jolteon
was tried and battered but it wasn't sick. That came later. After healing
it up Ash decided to take it, him, along with them. They'd gone though
New Bark Town when Misty, like being struck by a hammer, got feverishly
ill. The Jolteon volunteer to keep an eye on her. (a human disease wasn't
likely to effect a pokemon right?). She didn't get better. The next day
Ash (or was it a few days later?) went out for someone to help, he
met someone, he screamed in terror when Ash told him Misty was sick and
went off running after throwing a medical stuff in his face. He got back.
Jolteon was sick too. Pikachu went inside first, and something scared him,
something bad. Ash got in and look at her. Her skin wasn't the right color.
It was blue. Not sick blue, but a different shade of blue, he couldn't
remember quite where now. He brushed his hand against her forehead, it
burned, he panicked to get her sweet off, she was sweating acid. She kept
changing as the days went by, the medicines helped keep her fever down,
but nothing could stop what was happening to her. She soon sprouted what
was easily mistaken for a mermaid's tail. Veporion! That's what that color
was! He dreamed. Was it a dream? If a Veporion with very human eyes look
at him and drive into the sea never to be seen by him again. He saw Misty
crying in her sleep. He wondered what she was crying about. Then the blurr
came. He didn't know what was going on. He felt pain though out his body
as if someone was taking him apart piece by piece and gluing him back together
inside out. On the occasions he could open his eyes, he could see his hand,
but it wasn't quite his hand, he saw yellow spiky hair covering it. A strange
shape began obscuring his view, it took him a few times to realize it was
a muzzle. He remembered soft hands touching him gently, and a sweet voice
he remembered from somewhere telling him it would be all right. He some
times found the strength to turn over and saw Pikachu and Jolteon and a
Veporion all sickly ill curled up or lying besides him. He connected the
Veporion with Misty, but she (it was a she, her body shape was unmistakable)
looked at him once, she had brown eyes, it couldn't be her, Misty's eyes
were topaz.
He remembers sitting next to Misty at one point. Her soft scales
pressing against his stiff fur. She says they should go somewhere. He can't
remember where. Then him suggesting they go home. She then startles him
by saying something about having children. Then the blurr again. He keeps
having broken images of fighting humanoid pokemon at Indigo Stadium. The
pain refuses to go away. Nothing wants to focus in front of him.
He dreams he sees his mother looking over him, her face is covered
in red/orange fur, her ears are larger than they should be, he see a line
of white fur going down her neck. He can feel the increased heat from her
in his dream.
"Mom?" He dreams himself saying. "What happened to you?"
"Don't worry Ash." His mother says calmly. "sleep now. We're going
home." She says.
Sleep? But wasn't he already dreaming? Or was everything else before
. . . the dream.
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