Suddenly she stopped moving. Ki had been watching her ascend upwards, her
heart in her
throat, praying she'd make it that far, praying she wouldn't get hurt, or swept away by the
current or, or worst yet..drown.
A cloud of blood rushed up to meet her, and then she was diving under the water at full
speed in a panic.
When she reached Delia's floating body, she seized her arm and rushed up towards the
land. But suddenly, it seemed that the shoreline was far away, and Delia's weight bore
down on her.
Finally, she struggled to lug her ashore, and instantly pressed her ear to Delia's mouth.
The steady sound of air rising and falling was gone. She wasn't breathing.
"Oh my god," whispered Ki. "It can't be..it can't be..we weren't even down there
that long.."
She knelt down and felt tears brimming in her eyes as she tried to breathe life back into
her friend.
"Hello over there! What's the matter?" She lifted her head and saw a blurry figure
hovering before her. He was wearing a white lab coat and a concerned expression.
"My friend...she's not breathing...and she's losing a lot of blood on her leg."
When he saw Delia, his eyes first widened in shock, and then turned cold, reflecting a
raw, bitter expression.
His eyes then turned to Ki, and traveled down again to meet the lifeless girl, where they
lingered on her blue lips, her bleeding leg.
"Well, are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand there and let her die?!"
Demanded Ki angrily. "I don't know what to do! I can't carry her to the hospital!" She
added, her voice rising in panic.
He slowly sank to his knees and took her chin in his hand. For a moment he gazed at her
skin, which seemed nearly translucent. Then he pressed his mouth to Delia's and tried
again to rejuvenate her.
Suddenly, after a few seconds of excruciating silence, Delia coughed and sputtered at
little bit, and water ran down her chin.
"Delia!" sobbed Ki, "You're okay!"
"Not really," said the stranger, "We'd better get her to the hospital, quick. She's not in
good shape." He gestured to the crimson-stained sand before reaching down and swiftly
scooping her up in his arms.
She stirred in his arms. I'm safe..I'm alive..I've woken up from the bad
dream...
A hazy cloud surrounded her, but Delia was aware of a soft white fabric against her
cheek. It's Professor Oak, she thought. He's rescued me.
Then she let her eyes give in to the soft beating of his heart as he raced to carry her away.
When Delia's rescuer reached the hospital with Ki in pursuit, they burst through the
emergency door.
"I have a girl..about 22..nearly drowned, nasty cut on her leg," he gasped as he
struggled to regain his strength.
The bored nurse took one look at the unconscious Delia and immediately paged a man
named Dr. Wrendal.
Suddenly the tired old hospital came to life as a gurney came wheeling down the hall
followed by a pack of doctors and nurses barking commands to one another. The man
glanced at her pale, pale face as he gently set her down.
At the last second, he reached into his pocket for something she had dropped.
If he kept it, it would benefit him so much.
But she needed it.
They both did.
Something made him press it into her hand. Then he turned around and disappeared
without another word, his white coat stained with her blood.
Professor Oak arrived at the hospital immediately after being phoned by a frantic Ki.
"You can't go in there," they told him bluntly when he asked to see Ms. Delia Ketchum.
"She's in intensive care. We'll tell you when her condition changes."
Like hell they will, he thought irritably, thinking about the incompetent Nurse Joys at the
nearby Pokemon center. The local people had been coming to him instead lately with
their injured Pokemon.
The dark hours passed slowly. Every inch seemed to crawl by as he waited, waited.
People busted in and out of the small room, but he took little notice of them.
The green plastic seats provided little to no comfort, so most of the time Professor Oak
paced around the room, getting drinks of water or going to the bathroom.
Sometime around three in the morning, a weary-looking doctor entered the room.
"Samuel Oak. Professor Samuel Oak, please report to the main desk."
With a huge jolt, he stumbled over.
"Delia Ketchum is in stable condition. If you wish to see her, please follow me," said a
nurse, and his feet were faltering after her.
Why are you so nervous? He scolded himself. She's fine. You've dealt with so many
injured Pokemon over the years that this is nothing. They said she's fine.
"Are you a family member?" She asked him when they reached the door to the room.
Not yet, he thought to himself, but said, "I'm just a friend."
And the door opened wide and he saw a vapid figure lying in the bed. That couldn't be
her.
"Where's Delia?" He asked.
"Right there," said the nurse, gesturing to the bed.
Delia was hooked up to all kinds of stuff, he saw. An IV, an oxygen machine, a heart
monitor.
Shakily, he made his way to the bed where she was sleeping peacefully.
Laying his hand over hers, he said, "Delia, I don't know what was going on in that mind
of yours.."
Suddenly her warm brown eyes opened slowly and she saw him gazing down at her.
"Sa.Sammy?" She whispered, her mind groggily flashing back to the white lab coat, the
strong arms. "You saved me."
"You were dreaming," he told her. "It wasn't me."
In response she tightened her hand over his. "It really hurts. They gave me something for
my leg, but it's not working too well. I cut it really badly on coral, and I had to have
stitches. I wish- " she was interrupted by a fit of hacking coughs.
In the middle of her bout of coughing, something clattered to the floor. "What was that?"
asked Delia when she recovered.
The professor shrugged and bent over to inspect the floor. Something was under the bed.
Something glowing. "Oh...my..god..." he said as he picked it up. "You found it. You found the
stone."
Her eyes were intent on him. "That's why I went down there..but I thought I would
have dropped it."
They just looked at one another for a few moments, the same confusion reflecting in both
of their eyes, one pair weary from worry and the other weak from exhaustion.
Abruptly Ki burst into the room. "Delia! I heard you were-" she stopped when she saw
the scene before her. "I wasn't..interrupting anything, was I?" She asked with a
giggle.
"No, not at all," said Delia, while Professor Oak turned a little red.
"Well, I found out some stuff about your rescuer! I tried to find him everywhere and he
was nowhere in sight. Then, when I went out to lunch this afternoon, I met him there."
"I sat down with him and I thanked him for rescuing my friend. Then he said it was okay,
because you were a friend of his. And then-" She paused, breathless from her story, then
continued, "And then I suddenly remembered him, from school. Do you know that this
guy was in our Pokemon bio class senior year? Isn't that weird?"
Silence.
Delia had a funny little tingling sensation in her stomach.
"Spencer," she said flatly while Professor Oak nodded his head slightly.
"Wow, how did you know?" She inquired, awed.
Delia and Professor Oak exchanged glances.
"It's a long story.." said Delia finally.
The young woman pushed her way through the crowd of chattering Pokemon trainers and
scientists wanting to take a look at the exciting new invention.
She felt a bit out of place, carrying a baby, no sign of Pokemon obsession anywhere on
her. Nervously she twisted the wedding band on her finger.
Oblivious to the stares of those around her, she quietly took a seat.
As Professor Oak called Pokemon trainers up onto the stage to demonstrate it, the baby in
her arms began to wail.
She'd named him Ash.
A burned Oak. Never would be know of his identity. His name was Ash. Ash Ketchum.
Professor Oak kept talking, but eventually decided there was no point in trying to talk
over the screaming baby.
Embarrassed, Delia finally found a bottle and stuck it into him mouth. When she glanced
up, she was met with a sea of curious eyes.
For a moment in time, one pair of eyes locked with hers across the room. For what
seemed like a lifetime, there was no one in the room but the two of them. Her little boy's
eyes on the face of another.
Not a sign of recognition passed between them. We have a secret...
Then he turned away and continued talking.
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throat, praying she'd make it that far, praying she wouldn't get hurt, or swept away by the
current or, or worst yet..drown.
A cloud of blood rushed up to meet her, and then she was diving under the water at full
speed in a panic.
When she reached Delia's floating body, she seized her arm and rushed up towards the
land. But suddenly, it seemed that the shoreline was far away, and Delia's weight bore
down on her.
Finally, she struggled to lug her ashore, and instantly pressed her ear to Delia's mouth.
The steady sound of air rising and falling was gone. She wasn't breathing.
"Oh my god," whispered Ki. "It can't be..it can't be..we weren't even down there
that long.."
She knelt down and felt tears brimming in her eyes as she tried to breathe life back into
her friend.
"Hello over there! What's the matter?" She lifted her head and saw a blurry figure
hovering before her. He was wearing a white lab coat and a concerned expression.
"My friend...she's not breathing...and she's losing a lot of blood on her leg."
When he saw Delia, his eyes first widened in shock, and then turned cold, reflecting a
raw, bitter expression.
His eyes then turned to Ki, and traveled down again to meet the lifeless girl, where they
lingered on her blue lips, her bleeding leg.
"Well, are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand there and let her die?!"
Demanded Ki angrily. "I don't know what to do! I can't carry her to the hospital!" She
added, her voice rising in panic.
He slowly sank to his knees and took her chin in his hand. For a moment he gazed at her
skin, which seemed nearly translucent. Then he pressed his mouth to Delia's and tried
again to rejuvenate her.
Suddenly, after a few seconds of excruciating silence, Delia coughed and sputtered at
little bit, and water ran down her chin.
"Delia!" sobbed Ki, "You're okay!"
"Not really," said the stranger, "We'd better get her to the hospital, quick. She's not in
good shape." He gestured to the crimson-stained sand before reaching down and swiftly
scooping her up in his arms.
She stirred in his arms. I'm safe..I'm alive..I've woken up from the bad
dream...
A hazy cloud surrounded her, but Delia was aware of a soft white fabric against her
cheek. It's Professor Oak, she thought. He's rescued me.
Then she let her eyes give in to the soft beating of his heart as he raced to carry her away.
When Delia's rescuer reached the hospital with Ki in pursuit, they burst through the
emergency door.
"I have a girl..about 22..nearly drowned, nasty cut on her leg," he gasped as he
struggled to regain his strength.
The bored nurse took one look at the unconscious Delia and immediately paged a man
named Dr. Wrendal.
Suddenly the tired old hospital came to life as a gurney came wheeling down the hall
followed by a pack of doctors and nurses barking commands to one another. The man
glanced at her pale, pale face as he gently set her down.
At the last second, he reached into his pocket for something she had dropped.
If he kept it, it would benefit him so much.
But she needed it.
They both did.
Something made him press it into her hand. Then he turned around and disappeared
without another word, his white coat stained with her blood.
Professor Oak arrived at the hospital immediately after being phoned by a frantic Ki.
"You can't go in there," they told him bluntly when he asked to see Ms. Delia Ketchum.
"She's in intensive care. We'll tell you when her condition changes."
Like hell they will, he thought irritably, thinking about the incompetent Nurse Joys at the
nearby Pokemon center. The local people had been coming to him instead lately with
their injured Pokemon.
The dark hours passed slowly. Every inch seemed to crawl by as he waited, waited.
People busted in and out of the small room, but he took little notice of them.
The green plastic seats provided little to no comfort, so most of the time Professor Oak
paced around the room, getting drinks of water or going to the bathroom.
Sometime around three in the morning, a weary-looking doctor entered the room.
"Samuel Oak. Professor Samuel Oak, please report to the main desk."
With a huge jolt, he stumbled over.
"Delia Ketchum is in stable condition. If you wish to see her, please follow me," said a
nurse, and his feet were faltering after her.
Why are you so nervous? He scolded himself. She's fine. You've dealt with so many
injured Pokemon over the years that this is nothing. They said she's fine.
"Are you a family member?" She asked him when they reached the door to the room.
Not yet, he thought to himself, but said, "I'm just a friend."
And the door opened wide and he saw a vapid figure lying in the bed. That couldn't be
her.
"Where's Delia?" He asked.
"Right there," said the nurse, gesturing to the bed.
Delia was hooked up to all kinds of stuff, he saw. An IV, an oxygen machine, a heart
monitor.
Shakily, he made his way to the bed where she was sleeping peacefully.
Laying his hand over hers, he said, "Delia, I don't know what was going on in that mind
of yours.."
Suddenly her warm brown eyes opened slowly and she saw him gazing down at her.
"Sa.Sammy?" She whispered, her mind groggily flashing back to the white lab coat, the
strong arms. "You saved me."
"You were dreaming," he told her. "It wasn't me."
In response she tightened her hand over his. "It really hurts. They gave me something for
my leg, but it's not working too well. I cut it really badly on coral, and I had to have
stitches. I wish- " she was interrupted by a fit of hacking coughs.
In the middle of her bout of coughing, something clattered to the floor. "What was that?"
asked Delia when she recovered.
The professor shrugged and bent over to inspect the floor. Something was under the bed.
Something glowing. "Oh...my..god..." he said as he picked it up. "You found it. You found the
stone."
Her eyes were intent on him. "That's why I went down there..but I thought I would
have dropped it."
They just looked at one another for a few moments, the same confusion reflecting in both
of their eyes, one pair weary from worry and the other weak from exhaustion.
Abruptly Ki burst into the room. "Delia! I heard you were-" she stopped when she saw
the scene before her. "I wasn't..interrupting anything, was I?" She asked with a
giggle.
"No, not at all," said Delia, while Professor Oak turned a little red.
"Well, I found out some stuff about your rescuer! I tried to find him everywhere and he
was nowhere in sight. Then, when I went out to lunch this afternoon, I met him there."
"I sat down with him and I thanked him for rescuing my friend. Then he said it was okay,
because you were a friend of his. And then-" She paused, breathless from her story, then
continued, "And then I suddenly remembered him, from school. Do you know that this
guy was in our Pokemon bio class senior year? Isn't that weird?"
Silence.
Delia had a funny little tingling sensation in her stomach.
"Spencer," she said flatly while Professor Oak nodded his head slightly.
"Wow, how did you know?" She inquired, awed.
Delia and Professor Oak exchanged glances.
"It's a long story.." said Delia finally.
The young woman pushed her way through the crowd of chattering Pokemon trainers and
scientists wanting to take a look at the exciting new invention.
She felt a bit out of place, carrying a baby, no sign of Pokemon obsession anywhere on
her. Nervously she twisted the wedding band on her finger.
Oblivious to the stares of those around her, she quietly took a seat.
As Professor Oak called Pokemon trainers up onto the stage to demonstrate it, the baby in
her arms began to wail.
She'd named him Ash.
A burned Oak. Never would be know of his identity. His name was Ash. Ash Ketchum.
Professor Oak kept talking, but eventually decided there was no point in trying to talk
over the screaming baby.
Embarrassed, Delia finally found a bottle and stuck it into him mouth. When she glanced
up, she was met with a sea of curious eyes.
For a moment in time, one pair of eyes locked with hers across the room. For what
seemed like a lifetime, there was no one in the room but the two of them. Her little boy's
eyes on the face of another.
Not a sign of recognition passed between them. We have a secret...
Then he turned away and continued talking.
EPILOUGES ARE GOOD! This is the last chapter of the flashback, but there is gonna be an epilogue! It won't take that long to write, so keep watching for the next post! Thanks for all the reviews thus far and please review this chapter, too ^-^
X~Aurora chan