YUA: Ok, I know what a lot of you are thinking: This story has lemon
potential. I don't know if it is self control or what, but I just DO NOT
like writing about sex. (NO I'M NOT GAY!! CHECK MY PROFILE BIO!!!) And no,
I won't accept any lemon submissions b/c I feel that would taint the
feeling of the story. Ok, just wanted to tell ya! Read on Readers! (duh)
::hits self:: Ow!
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Chapter 3: A Visit to the Hospital
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"Wh...W-Where am I?" I slowly open my eyes. I feel...sedated. My arms are tied down to the bed I'm on. There's something over my mouth, and I'm breathing heavily. A needle in arm. Oh, hell no. Am I in the hospital? My vision isn't blurry anymore, and I can see clearly. A quick look around confirms my suspicion. I am in a hospital! What the hell happened?! I remember seeing blood and glass on the floor at my house...and my friends were there. Then...then...I can't remember anything past that. I press the call button that is under my hand. I light buzzing sound is heard, and this makes my head hurt. A male doctor comes in. He has brown hair, glasses, and is maybe 6'9". A little taller than me.
"Ah, so you're awake." He smiles at me, one of those get-well-soon- from-the-doctor smiles.
"Unfortunately." I really liked it better when I was asleep, if you could call it that. I was sore all over, and as I mentioned before, my head hurt like hell.
"Good morning. I'm Dr. Caleson."
"Hiya. Now tell me, just to make things clear...uh, WHY, exactly, am I in the hospital?"
"Well, let's start with recovery. Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Oh, maybe, if I could scratch my head." Caleson chuckles and approaches the side of the bed. His hands undo a clasp on my arm. He leans over me to get the other side, and both of my arms are now free. As soon as they are, I instinctively rub my forehead, an incredible amount of pressure is pushing my brain to its limits.
"Hm, I remember talking with my friends about...something personal, and I went up to my room. I swear I saw glass and blood and a spent 9mm round by the window. I swear it was there! I know it was!"
"Ok, but the truth is, Ash, there was nothing on the floor or by the window. Not even a trace, if there was anything there at all."
"Ok then, Mr. Doctor, then what happened?" I was very grouchy, even more so due to the pain in my head. He scowled at me and continued.
"You went into shock, and everything that you remembered came out of your mind and was printed on your retinas. The part of your eyes that sees things."
"Yes, yes, I know. Go on..."
"Well, your brain couldn't handle all the information flowing to it, and the grief caused by this put you into shock. You can't usually access the part of your brain that controls visual memory at will. Tell me Ash, were you drinking that night?"
"Er, yes, about six or seven drinks."
"Thought so."
"But, why would I go into shock four months after Misty went missing?"
"Ah, yes, I should've guessed. That's the root of your shock."
"Well, yeah. What else would it be?"
"You had a experience we like to call 'delayed shock'. The event happened a while ago, but your brain is remembering the event very vividly, so it perceives it as currently happening."
"Damn." I rubbed my temple and lied back down.
"I'm hungry." My stomach growled in agreement, and Dr. Caleson pressed another button next to the doorway.
"You're not fully recovered, so we have to limit your eating. Otherwise, it might not stay down. So, keep that in mind." He left, and my stomach groaned again. This time I thought my stomach was going to jump out of my body and walk out. I was THAT hungry. Nurse joy came in, along with a tray of strange hospital food. I never did like hospital food. No one does.
"Hello Ash. Remember me? My, you've grown a lot since I last saw you!" She gave me a warm, friendly smile, and I smiled back, mostly because of the food she had brought me. Although, I did remember her from my first travels in Johto.
"I thought you only treated pokemon. What's going on?" She treated Pikachu after we had fought that battle with Jasmine. Which we won, by the way.
"Well, I gotta find some way to make ends meet." She smiled again, and there was a awkward silence between us. She broke it.
"Ash, I'm really sorry about Misty."
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
"But I am. You don't know this, but she would always stay up late in the pokemon center. She would be sitting down in the café and I would join her. We'd have some coffee, maybe chat a little. She was a good friend. You're not the only one that misses her." I'm not the only one that misses her...? I...I've been so selfish...why didn't I see this before? She WAS my wife, but...she was also a friend...to many other people. Damn, all the Joys sure do know how to make a guy feel guilty, even without knowing it.
"I should have been there...I should have never left her alone..." Nurse Joy looked at me with a caring face.
"It's ok, Ash."
"No, it's not! I wasn't there, and now look what happened!"
"Do you know why? Why you weren't there? These are the kind of things that you always think will happen to someone else. You think that way, don't you?" I nodded my head. A tear dropped down onto the bed. More were already coming down my cheeks, but Nurse Joy reached her hand up and wiped them away. Her skin was smooth to the touch, and had a warm glow to them. She smiled once more, and walked out.
"Thanks." Who the hell was I talking to? Myself? I scarfed down the food is what must have been a world record for consumption of hospital food. Nurse Joy poked her head in once more.
"You've got visitors! You would like to see them?" She asked.
"Would I ever." She left. I could hear a familiar voice sweet-talking to Nurse Joy. After that, Brock, Jesse, James, Tracey, Richie, Jenkins, and...Gary?!? What the hell was he doing here?
"Hey pal. Still thinking about killing yourself?" James mussed my hair.
"How you feeling? Better? We were the ones that brought you here. We heard a loud thump from upstairs." Jesse sat down on the chair next to my bed.
"What's Nurse Joy doing in a human hospital?" Brock was wondering the same thing I had already asked her.
"Because she needed to find a way to 'make ends meet'."
"Speaking of Nurse Joy, It would seem that I have a date with her..."
"Good ol' Brock...it never fails." Everyone laughed after Tracey had said this.
"So Jenkins, how the baby? You got a name?" He now looked very relieved and he smiled at me.
"It a girl." The whole room cheered.
"Well?" Jesse and Richie were very impatient.
"What did you name her?" They both asked simultaneously.
"We're going to name her...Jesse." He looked at Jesse, who was now blushing wildly, and laughed.
"A-After...m-m-me?" She asked with a quivering voice.
"Yes. After you." James laughed once more, and slapped Jenkins on the back.
"Ok, Ash!" Richie waved as he went out the door.
"We've got to go! See you some other time!" Everyone left, except Gary. He gave me a quick friendly smile.
"How are you doing? Brock told me about you. Thought I'd stop by and say hello."
"Haven't seen you for a while. Where you been?" I can't help but flash him a smile of my own, and he looks down at the floor.
"Look, Ash...I'm really sorry that I haven't been seeing you, even after Misty's disappearance." This WAS the first time he's talked to me since the kidnapping.
"Just wanted to come by and say I'm sorry. I haven't been there for you. I'm not very supporting like Brock, Richie, and all your other friends. It's just not my nature. So, this is a little bit of a change. I've also been keeping an eye out for Misty. Despite my uh, insensitivity, at times, she was a very nice girl, and we had our good times and bad times. I'm sorry."
"Thanks." This really was getting to me. My life-long rival is sitting, HERE, in front of me, apologizing for something that wasn't even his fault. I mean, this was a major change for him. He's had his ups and downs, but this...this was definitely an up for him.
"Ash...there's something I have to tell you..." His voice dropped to a low murmur, I leaned forward, as I could hardly hear him.
"Gramps...Professor Oak..had a...a...a heart attack." My eyes widened, and I instinctively reached a hand out to comfort him.
"Is...is he ok?"
"He's dead."
He...he was dead? The phrase played again over and over inside my mind. How could he be dead? He was one of the healthiest men I ever knew! It's not possible! Oak? A heart-attack?
"Gary...I...I'm really sorry. What...what's going to happen?
"He's to be buried on Wednesday. That's two days from now. Ash, please tell me you'll be able to come to the funeral. Please."
"Gary, Of course. Of course I'll be able to come. Nothing will keep me from coming. Definitely not some damn hospital."
"Thanks. That really means a lot to me." A tear slid down his face and onto his lap, making a single wet spot on his leg. He had no one else except his sister now. Even so, he doesn't see May all that much. He's almost...alone.
"I...better get going. I need to catch up on some things. I'll talk to you later. Good-bye." He left with more tears on his face, and a wave of his hand. Damn, I really felt bad for him. I don't know how it feels...my mother is still alive and well, although maybe the feeling is like me losing Misty. I think that's as close as I'll ever get to that...
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YUA::sigh:: This chapter was fun to write! I liked naming Jenkins baby! Jesse...I really like that name! Oh, and for all you "confused people, Jenkins is in "Ash Ketchum and Misty Waterflower: Private Eyes". THIS is the SEQUAL to that story. So read it if you don't understand it! THEN, you read this. Be sure to review! And two more things.NO, this is in NO WAY a slash between Gary and Ash. NO WAY IN HELL!! And second, I think, repeat, THINK, that Gary's sister is named May. If not please tell me what her real name is in your review!!! Thanks!
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Chapter 3: A Visit to the Hospital
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"Wh...W-Where am I?" I slowly open my eyes. I feel...sedated. My arms are tied down to the bed I'm on. There's something over my mouth, and I'm breathing heavily. A needle in arm. Oh, hell no. Am I in the hospital? My vision isn't blurry anymore, and I can see clearly. A quick look around confirms my suspicion. I am in a hospital! What the hell happened?! I remember seeing blood and glass on the floor at my house...and my friends were there. Then...then...I can't remember anything past that. I press the call button that is under my hand. I light buzzing sound is heard, and this makes my head hurt. A male doctor comes in. He has brown hair, glasses, and is maybe 6'9". A little taller than me.
"Ah, so you're awake." He smiles at me, one of those get-well-soon- from-the-doctor smiles.
"Unfortunately." I really liked it better when I was asleep, if you could call it that. I was sore all over, and as I mentioned before, my head hurt like hell.
"Good morning. I'm Dr. Caleson."
"Hiya. Now tell me, just to make things clear...uh, WHY, exactly, am I in the hospital?"
"Well, let's start with recovery. Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Oh, maybe, if I could scratch my head." Caleson chuckles and approaches the side of the bed. His hands undo a clasp on my arm. He leans over me to get the other side, and both of my arms are now free. As soon as they are, I instinctively rub my forehead, an incredible amount of pressure is pushing my brain to its limits.
"Hm, I remember talking with my friends about...something personal, and I went up to my room. I swear I saw glass and blood and a spent 9mm round by the window. I swear it was there! I know it was!"
"Ok, but the truth is, Ash, there was nothing on the floor or by the window. Not even a trace, if there was anything there at all."
"Ok then, Mr. Doctor, then what happened?" I was very grouchy, even more so due to the pain in my head. He scowled at me and continued.
"You went into shock, and everything that you remembered came out of your mind and was printed on your retinas. The part of your eyes that sees things."
"Yes, yes, I know. Go on..."
"Well, your brain couldn't handle all the information flowing to it, and the grief caused by this put you into shock. You can't usually access the part of your brain that controls visual memory at will. Tell me Ash, were you drinking that night?"
"Er, yes, about six or seven drinks."
"Thought so."
"But, why would I go into shock four months after Misty went missing?"
"Ah, yes, I should've guessed. That's the root of your shock."
"Well, yeah. What else would it be?"
"You had a experience we like to call 'delayed shock'. The event happened a while ago, but your brain is remembering the event very vividly, so it perceives it as currently happening."
"Damn." I rubbed my temple and lied back down.
"I'm hungry." My stomach growled in agreement, and Dr. Caleson pressed another button next to the doorway.
"You're not fully recovered, so we have to limit your eating. Otherwise, it might not stay down. So, keep that in mind." He left, and my stomach groaned again. This time I thought my stomach was going to jump out of my body and walk out. I was THAT hungry. Nurse joy came in, along with a tray of strange hospital food. I never did like hospital food. No one does.
"Hello Ash. Remember me? My, you've grown a lot since I last saw you!" She gave me a warm, friendly smile, and I smiled back, mostly because of the food she had brought me. Although, I did remember her from my first travels in Johto.
"I thought you only treated pokemon. What's going on?" She treated Pikachu after we had fought that battle with Jasmine. Which we won, by the way.
"Well, I gotta find some way to make ends meet." She smiled again, and there was a awkward silence between us. She broke it.
"Ash, I'm really sorry about Misty."
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
"But I am. You don't know this, but she would always stay up late in the pokemon center. She would be sitting down in the café and I would join her. We'd have some coffee, maybe chat a little. She was a good friend. You're not the only one that misses her." I'm not the only one that misses her...? I...I've been so selfish...why didn't I see this before? She WAS my wife, but...she was also a friend...to many other people. Damn, all the Joys sure do know how to make a guy feel guilty, even without knowing it.
"I should have been there...I should have never left her alone..." Nurse Joy looked at me with a caring face.
"It's ok, Ash."
"No, it's not! I wasn't there, and now look what happened!"
"Do you know why? Why you weren't there? These are the kind of things that you always think will happen to someone else. You think that way, don't you?" I nodded my head. A tear dropped down onto the bed. More were already coming down my cheeks, but Nurse Joy reached her hand up and wiped them away. Her skin was smooth to the touch, and had a warm glow to them. She smiled once more, and walked out.
"Thanks." Who the hell was I talking to? Myself? I scarfed down the food is what must have been a world record for consumption of hospital food. Nurse Joy poked her head in once more.
"You've got visitors! You would like to see them?" She asked.
"Would I ever." She left. I could hear a familiar voice sweet-talking to Nurse Joy. After that, Brock, Jesse, James, Tracey, Richie, Jenkins, and...Gary?!? What the hell was he doing here?
"Hey pal. Still thinking about killing yourself?" James mussed my hair.
"How you feeling? Better? We were the ones that brought you here. We heard a loud thump from upstairs." Jesse sat down on the chair next to my bed.
"What's Nurse Joy doing in a human hospital?" Brock was wondering the same thing I had already asked her.
"Because she needed to find a way to 'make ends meet'."
"Speaking of Nurse Joy, It would seem that I have a date with her..."
"Good ol' Brock...it never fails." Everyone laughed after Tracey had said this.
"So Jenkins, how the baby? You got a name?" He now looked very relieved and he smiled at me.
"It a girl." The whole room cheered.
"Well?" Jesse and Richie were very impatient.
"What did you name her?" They both asked simultaneously.
"We're going to name her...Jesse." He looked at Jesse, who was now blushing wildly, and laughed.
"A-After...m-m-me?" She asked with a quivering voice.
"Yes. After you." James laughed once more, and slapped Jenkins on the back.
"Ok, Ash!" Richie waved as he went out the door.
"We've got to go! See you some other time!" Everyone left, except Gary. He gave me a quick friendly smile.
"How are you doing? Brock told me about you. Thought I'd stop by and say hello."
"Haven't seen you for a while. Where you been?" I can't help but flash him a smile of my own, and he looks down at the floor.
"Look, Ash...I'm really sorry that I haven't been seeing you, even after Misty's disappearance." This WAS the first time he's talked to me since the kidnapping.
"Just wanted to come by and say I'm sorry. I haven't been there for you. I'm not very supporting like Brock, Richie, and all your other friends. It's just not my nature. So, this is a little bit of a change. I've also been keeping an eye out for Misty. Despite my uh, insensitivity, at times, she was a very nice girl, and we had our good times and bad times. I'm sorry."
"Thanks." This really was getting to me. My life-long rival is sitting, HERE, in front of me, apologizing for something that wasn't even his fault. I mean, this was a major change for him. He's had his ups and downs, but this...this was definitely an up for him.
"Ash...there's something I have to tell you..." His voice dropped to a low murmur, I leaned forward, as I could hardly hear him.
"Gramps...Professor Oak..had a...a...a heart attack." My eyes widened, and I instinctively reached a hand out to comfort him.
"Is...is he ok?"
"He's dead."
He...he was dead? The phrase played again over and over inside my mind. How could he be dead? He was one of the healthiest men I ever knew! It's not possible! Oak? A heart-attack?
"Gary...I...I'm really sorry. What...what's going to happen?
"He's to be buried on Wednesday. That's two days from now. Ash, please tell me you'll be able to come to the funeral. Please."
"Gary, Of course. Of course I'll be able to come. Nothing will keep me from coming. Definitely not some damn hospital."
"Thanks. That really means a lot to me." A tear slid down his face and onto his lap, making a single wet spot on his leg. He had no one else except his sister now. Even so, he doesn't see May all that much. He's almost...alone.
"I...better get going. I need to catch up on some things. I'll talk to you later. Good-bye." He left with more tears on his face, and a wave of his hand. Damn, I really felt bad for him. I don't know how it feels...my mother is still alive and well, although maybe the feeling is like me losing Misty. I think that's as close as I'll ever get to that...
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YUA::sigh:: This chapter was fun to write! I liked naming Jenkins baby! Jesse...I really like that name! Oh, and for all you "confused people, Jenkins is in "Ash Ketchum and Misty Waterflower: Private Eyes". THIS is the SEQUAL to that story. So read it if you don't understand it! THEN, you read this. Be sure to review! And two more things.NO, this is in NO WAY a slash between Gary and Ash. NO WAY IN HELL!! And second, I think, repeat, THINK, that Gary's sister is named May. If not please tell me what her real name is in your review!!! Thanks!