Her vision blurred as more tears fell from her eyes. She looked at Brock, he was crying, she'd
never seen him cry like this. He didn't seem to care that blood, Ashs' blood, now covered his
clothing. She decided to ask what was on every bodies mind. "Brock, do you think... he'll l-l-
live?" "I don't know. It's really up to Ash. I know he won't give up without a fight. We just
need to help him along." With these words, Misty seemed to find some strength. She began to
wrap some of his larger cuts with whatever she could find, hoping to slow the bleeding.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, they reached City. People ran out of Onix's
way as he charged through crowds, looking for what his trainer called a hospital. "There, over
there Onix" said Brock pointing to a large hospital building. Hope came to everyone with the
sight of the hospital, knowing Ash would get help there. As they reached the doors, Brock
recalled the now exhausted Onix and ran into the hospital, Ash in his arms. "Help!! We have an
emergency!" Misty's shaky voice yelled.
The doctors wouldn't allow Ash to be visited, and said they should come back tomorrow.
"I'm not leaving him!" Misty said determined to stay with Ash all night if she had to. How could
she leave him now? "Come on Misty. We've done what we can for now. Let the doctors help
him now. Besides, we still have to tell his mother." Misty began to tear at the thought of having
to tell Mrs. Ketchum about Ash. "Okay, Brock lets head to the pokemon center." Once
there, Brock handed his pokeballs over the counter, hardly noticing the Nurse Joy at the counter.
Misty handed over her and Ashs' pokeballs, then lifted Pikachu up and handed him to Joy. Misty
thought of how selfish less Ash had been. He even had used his own body to cover his
pokeballs, protecting the pokemon from danger. "Miss, is something wrong? You both look
terrible." She then noticed the blood on Brocks clothing. "Oh! Are you hurt sir?!" "No, it's . . .
not . . . my . . . blood" Hot tears began to flow down his face again. "Oh dear, what happened?"
Misty's tear-stained face looked up at Nurse Joy. "A rock slide landed... on our friend." She
paused, trying to hold back tears. "Up at the mountain . . . we got him to the hospital..." Her
voice faded as the image of rocks crushing Ashs' body came back to her. No, Ash . . . "Oh, how
awful! Well, you can stay here as long as you need to. We have an extra room with two beds
left. You can clean up in the washroom down the hall, and I'll try to find some clothes for you
sir." "That's okay. I've got extras. Oh and my name's Brock, hers' is Misty." "Well you two
get cleaned and get some rest, you look very weary." "Thank you, come on Brock lets clean and
call Ash's mom."
Sleep that night was nearly impossible, despite how tired they all felt. Misty lay awake,
thinking of Ash, his mothers' face when they told her, his pokemon when they found out from
Pikachu, and how it had all happened so quickly. One minute she was admiring the beautiful
flowers, the next she was seeing the most horrible sene of her life. Oh, Ash. I'm so sorry. What
if I lose you? What if I never get to tell you how I feel? What will happen to your pokemon, your
mother, me? That's it, I'm going to tell you. As soon as I'm able to talk with you. Maybe
tomorrow . . . With those last thoughts, she finally fell into a light slumber.
The next day Brock, Misty, and Pikachu went to the hospital. "Well, how is he doctor?"
Misty's hopeful eyes gazed at the middle-aged man before her. "He's pretty battered up, but I've
seen worse. He lost a lot of blood, but luckily we found a donator with the right blood type.
Other than his cuts and bruises, he's got a broken leg and wrist. Most of his ribs are bruised deep
also. But really, he was lucky to survive that rock slide." "Can we see him?" "Yes, he's
conscious now. But I must know a few things first. I need to talk to his parents." "Oh, his
mother is on a plane coming here. She should be here within the hour." "Good, thank you young
man. You may see Mr. Ketchum now." Brock hated being called 'young man', but kept silent as
he tried to keep up with Misty.
never seen him cry like this. He didn't seem to care that blood, Ashs' blood, now covered his
clothing. She decided to ask what was on every bodies mind. "Brock, do you think... he'll l-l-
live?" "I don't know. It's really up to Ash. I know he won't give up without a fight. We just
need to help him along." With these words, Misty seemed to find some strength. She began to
wrap some of his larger cuts with whatever she could find, hoping to slow the bleeding.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, they reached City. People ran out of Onix's
way as he charged through crowds, looking for what his trainer called a hospital. "There, over
there Onix" said Brock pointing to a large hospital building. Hope came to everyone with the
sight of the hospital, knowing Ash would get help there. As they reached the doors, Brock
recalled the now exhausted Onix and ran into the hospital, Ash in his arms. "Help!! We have an
emergency!" Misty's shaky voice yelled.
The doctors wouldn't allow Ash to be visited, and said they should come back tomorrow.
"I'm not leaving him!" Misty said determined to stay with Ash all night if she had to. How could
she leave him now? "Come on Misty. We've done what we can for now. Let the doctors help
him now. Besides, we still have to tell his mother." Misty began to tear at the thought of having
to tell Mrs. Ketchum about Ash. "Okay, Brock lets head to the pokemon center." Once
there, Brock handed his pokeballs over the counter, hardly noticing the Nurse Joy at the counter.
Misty handed over her and Ashs' pokeballs, then lifted Pikachu up and handed him to Joy. Misty
thought of how selfish less Ash had been. He even had used his own body to cover his
pokeballs, protecting the pokemon from danger. "Miss, is something wrong? You both look
terrible." She then noticed the blood on Brocks clothing. "Oh! Are you hurt sir?!" "No, it's . . .
not . . . my . . . blood" Hot tears began to flow down his face again. "Oh dear, what happened?"
Misty's tear-stained face looked up at Nurse Joy. "A rock slide landed... on our friend." She
paused, trying to hold back tears. "Up at the mountain . . . we got him to the hospital..." Her
voice faded as the image of rocks crushing Ashs' body came back to her. No, Ash . . . "Oh, how
awful! Well, you can stay here as long as you need to. We have an extra room with two beds
left. You can clean up in the washroom down the hall, and I'll try to find some clothes for you
sir." "That's okay. I've got extras. Oh and my name's Brock, hers' is Misty." "Well you two
get cleaned and get some rest, you look very weary." "Thank you, come on Brock lets clean and
call Ash's mom."
Sleep that night was nearly impossible, despite how tired they all felt. Misty lay awake,
thinking of Ash, his mothers' face when they told her, his pokemon when they found out from
Pikachu, and how it had all happened so quickly. One minute she was admiring the beautiful
flowers, the next she was seeing the most horrible sene of her life. Oh, Ash. I'm so sorry. What
if I lose you? What if I never get to tell you how I feel? What will happen to your pokemon, your
mother, me? That's it, I'm going to tell you. As soon as I'm able to talk with you. Maybe
tomorrow . . . With those last thoughts, she finally fell into a light slumber.
The next day Brock, Misty, and Pikachu went to the hospital. "Well, how is he doctor?"
Misty's hopeful eyes gazed at the middle-aged man before her. "He's pretty battered up, but I've
seen worse. He lost a lot of blood, but luckily we found a donator with the right blood type.
Other than his cuts and bruises, he's got a broken leg and wrist. Most of his ribs are bruised deep
also. But really, he was lucky to survive that rock slide." "Can we see him?" "Yes, he's
conscious now. But I must know a few things first. I need to talk to his parents." "Oh, his
mother is on a plane coming here. She should be here within the hour." "Good, thank you young
man. You may see Mr. Ketchum now." Brock hated being called 'young man', but kept silent as
he tried to keep up with Misty.