A year after the boy was found in the water, Marin goes to visit him
in the hospital again. This time, she finds him awake from the coma that he
was in for the three years. When she walks in, the doctor is talking to the
boy.
"How are you doing?" the doctor asks.
"Fine, but where am I?" the boy replied.
"You're in a hospital, in Cherrygrove City. You've been here for the past three years. Do you know who you are?" the doctor asked, as Marin walks up next to the bed.
"Um. I'm not sure I remember," the boy responds.
"Well, do you remember anything? Like where you're from or who your friends and family are?"
The boy seems to think about it for a moment and then replies, "No. I can't seem to remember anything."
"Hmm. Well, then rest here. I'll see the results of the latest testing of your injuries that brought you here. Just wait patiently," the doctor tells the boy. The doctor walks to the door then suddenly realizing that Marin was there he turns and says, "By the way, this girl is Marin. She has been visiting you since you were brought here. She also said that she helped you out of the water at the river that enters the ocean somewhere near Pallet town. She also said that you could have fallen in anywhere between there and Cerulean City. I had hoped that you would be able to remember more, but I you can't help that I guess." With that the doctor walks out of the room, leaving Marin with the boy.
"Well, when did you wake up?" Marin asked.
"I don't know. A little while ago, I guess," the boy answered.
"So, what do you think?" Marin asked, meaning the dress that she wore for him, hoping that he would wake up as she had hoped he would when they brought him in.
"Umm, what should I think?" the boy asked.
Marin sighed, not liking the answer, but not wanting to get upset. Marin looked at the watch she was wearing and quickly acted like she was late for something. "Oh! I gotta go! I'll come back later. Maybe with my father who also helped you out of the water."
Marin was almost out the door when the boy called out, "Umm, thanks for, uh, helping me, uh, Marin."
Marin stops turns, and thanks him and leaves the room, sighing to herself. I wish that I could know more about him. I bet that he would be more interested in me if I shared with him what I know about this area and myself, Marin thought to herself.
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That was strange, the boy thought as Marin left the room, The boy thought to himself. The boy thought of Marin as he couldn't think of what else to do other than memorize the facts that he now had. He thought of her flame red hair, that shone like copper when the sun hit it at the angle she was to him, her emerald eyes, glimmering like gems in her head. He sighed. He couldn't help shake the feeling that there was someone else out there for him. He looked down at his hands. He stared at them, thinking that for some reason he thought that there should be at least a ring on one of his fingers. He laid his head back on the pillow and watched the ceiling. Who am I? The boy thought, nearing tears, as he wanted desperately to know who he was and why did he feel like there should be someone else other than Marin visiting him. If there was another girl, does this mean that she doesn't like me now? He asked himself forlornly. When he thought that, then the tears came.
He was still crying when the doctor came back in. The doctor didn't seem to notice the tears as he was looking at a clipboard. "Well, the tests seem to be fine and you can leave as soon as we can find a place for you. Though, you do have a case of complete amnesia." the doctor trails off as he looks at him, noticing the tears for the first time. "Are you all right?" the doctor asked.
The boy nodded, not trusting his voice. "I think that I can try to understand how it is not knowing anything about your past and also not knowing something as little as your own name," the doctor continued, "but, the best consolation that I can give you is to let you choose your own name. What do you think?"
The boy thought about this, sitting up, still not knowing why the thought of a certain girl not liking him hurt so much, but willing to think about something else. As he thought of a name, a yellow flash shone in his memory. What was that? He thought to himself. Out loud he said, "Yellow."
"Hmm, interesting name," the doctor said mostly to himself, or so it seemed.
"Well then I guess that you'll be Yellow," the doctor said, walking again to the door. "You'll be released as soon as we can find a place for you to live at."
Yellow thanked the doctor as the doctor left. Yellow lay back down, thinking, Who would take me in? Marin? Maybe her father? Yellow just began thinking of what he would do. He couldn't help but want to get out and walk around in the forests, mountains, hills, and fields. He wanted to be doing something, but he knew that he should wait until he could have access to places like that.
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It's been a full year since Ash disappeared. Brock thought to himself. He thought then about all those who were deeply affected by Ash being gone. Misty seemed to have recovered, but refused to go anywhere on her birthday, Ash's birthday, their anniversary, and the day that he disappeared. All that she would do on those days would be to watch the news that she had recorded that were televising the search the Pokemon Master. However, all that was found during those searches were his wedding ring. At the bottom of the tributary of the river that carried him away and out of their lives.
None of them gave up hope that Ash would return, but a Pokemon Master was needed and so officially it had been decided that he was dead. When Misty, Ash's mom, and all of his close friends heard that, it had wrung their hearts and it seemed to have really broken Misty's and Ash's mother's hearts. Ash's mother would spend many day's crying to herself, holding Ash's picture to her or something of Ash's that she knew that he really liked. Pikachu was one of the things that she tried to hold close to her, but seldom was able to. Pikachu had lost all interest in battling and would just stand and watch a Caterpie knock it out without even trying to even do so much as dodge the attack.
Brock knew that if Ash was alive that they would need to find him. Gary seemed to be the only one who would still search for Ash, but it seemed that he never would go very far from Pallet, as Brock would often see Gary every few days when he spent much time in Pallet, which he often visited. Misty had moved into her and Ash's house, though legally hers now that Ash had been declared dead. When Brock brought the news to her that the decision was made as such, Misty swung at Brock and knocked him out without meaning to.
This visit that Brock was coming to Pallet town was because he recently heard that Ash's mother was seriously ill. She was hospitalized and had gone into a coma. When Brock heard about it, he silently called out to Ash, You need to come back if you're alive. If you don't you will never see your mother again. She could go anytime. When Brock first heard about Ash's mother, he couldn't help himself as he broke down in tears as he blamed himself mostly for Ash disappearing, as he should have done something; ANYTHING! He would often cry out to himself.
While I'm here, I might as well see how Misty is doing, Brock thought to himself. He began climbing the steps to her house and knocked at the door. Misty opened it quickly and Brock could see how the news of her mother-in-law had affected her. Brock knew that she didn't want him to mention it just by looking at her. I should at least try, Brock thought to himself. This way I'll at least still show her that I'm still there for her. Brock took a deep breath and thought about the best way to approach the subject. He looked down, deep in thought, and noticed her wedding ring that she was still wearing and refused to take off, no matter what anyone else said to her.
"Uhh," Brock began, "How long do you think it will take Ash to get back here?" Brock knew better than to mention the possibility of Ash never returning.
"I don't know. I wish that he would come back, but if he's dead, then I can't blame him. He didn't die for himself or something that would only benefit him," Misty replied, breaking into tears.
Brock was honestly shocked to hear Misty bring up the possibility. All the times that she had been told that Ash could be dead had been a time when she would lash out and attack the person that brought the subject up. "Misty, stop it!" Brock snapped, suprising both himself and Misty. "We both know that Ash will come back to us someday!"
The look that Misty gave Brock made him stop short of what he was saying. She really has gotten depressed, Brock thought, in open shock. "I can't stand living like he will come back when I don't even know that he's alive. I don't want to give up hope that he will return to us, but I can't think of any other way that this will end up other than him never returning. I've decided! He's DEAD!" Misty screamed, her eyes overflowing with tears unshead since he disappeared. Brock could not think of anything else to say. He then excused himself, unable to contain the sorrow he felt for Misty to be so distraught, but he couldn't blame her. He never felt this sad about anything before, but for someone who was closer to Ash, then how deep did this empty feeling go? Brock wondered. Is this what caused Ash's mother to suddenly become so drastically ill? Brock shook his head as he began to return to Pewter City.
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How was that? Did anyone see that twist? Review if interested, otherwise, sorry for wasting you time.
"How are you doing?" the doctor asks.
"Fine, but where am I?" the boy replied.
"You're in a hospital, in Cherrygrove City. You've been here for the past three years. Do you know who you are?" the doctor asked, as Marin walks up next to the bed.
"Um. I'm not sure I remember," the boy responds.
"Well, do you remember anything? Like where you're from or who your friends and family are?"
The boy seems to think about it for a moment and then replies, "No. I can't seem to remember anything."
"Hmm. Well, then rest here. I'll see the results of the latest testing of your injuries that brought you here. Just wait patiently," the doctor tells the boy. The doctor walks to the door then suddenly realizing that Marin was there he turns and says, "By the way, this girl is Marin. She has been visiting you since you were brought here. She also said that she helped you out of the water at the river that enters the ocean somewhere near Pallet town. She also said that you could have fallen in anywhere between there and Cerulean City. I had hoped that you would be able to remember more, but I you can't help that I guess." With that the doctor walks out of the room, leaving Marin with the boy.
"Well, when did you wake up?" Marin asked.
"I don't know. A little while ago, I guess," the boy answered.
"So, what do you think?" Marin asked, meaning the dress that she wore for him, hoping that he would wake up as she had hoped he would when they brought him in.
"Umm, what should I think?" the boy asked.
Marin sighed, not liking the answer, but not wanting to get upset. Marin looked at the watch she was wearing and quickly acted like she was late for something. "Oh! I gotta go! I'll come back later. Maybe with my father who also helped you out of the water."
Marin was almost out the door when the boy called out, "Umm, thanks for, uh, helping me, uh, Marin."
Marin stops turns, and thanks him and leaves the room, sighing to herself. I wish that I could know more about him. I bet that he would be more interested in me if I shared with him what I know about this area and myself, Marin thought to herself.
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That was strange, the boy thought as Marin left the room, The boy thought to himself. The boy thought of Marin as he couldn't think of what else to do other than memorize the facts that he now had. He thought of her flame red hair, that shone like copper when the sun hit it at the angle she was to him, her emerald eyes, glimmering like gems in her head. He sighed. He couldn't help shake the feeling that there was someone else out there for him. He looked down at his hands. He stared at them, thinking that for some reason he thought that there should be at least a ring on one of his fingers. He laid his head back on the pillow and watched the ceiling. Who am I? The boy thought, nearing tears, as he wanted desperately to know who he was and why did he feel like there should be someone else other than Marin visiting him. If there was another girl, does this mean that she doesn't like me now? He asked himself forlornly. When he thought that, then the tears came.
He was still crying when the doctor came back in. The doctor didn't seem to notice the tears as he was looking at a clipboard. "Well, the tests seem to be fine and you can leave as soon as we can find a place for you. Though, you do have a case of complete amnesia." the doctor trails off as he looks at him, noticing the tears for the first time. "Are you all right?" the doctor asked.
The boy nodded, not trusting his voice. "I think that I can try to understand how it is not knowing anything about your past and also not knowing something as little as your own name," the doctor continued, "but, the best consolation that I can give you is to let you choose your own name. What do you think?"
The boy thought about this, sitting up, still not knowing why the thought of a certain girl not liking him hurt so much, but willing to think about something else. As he thought of a name, a yellow flash shone in his memory. What was that? He thought to himself. Out loud he said, "Yellow."
"Hmm, interesting name," the doctor said mostly to himself, or so it seemed.
"Well then I guess that you'll be Yellow," the doctor said, walking again to the door. "You'll be released as soon as we can find a place for you to live at."
Yellow thanked the doctor as the doctor left. Yellow lay back down, thinking, Who would take me in? Marin? Maybe her father? Yellow just began thinking of what he would do. He couldn't help but want to get out and walk around in the forests, mountains, hills, and fields. He wanted to be doing something, but he knew that he should wait until he could have access to places like that.
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It's been a full year since Ash disappeared. Brock thought to himself. He thought then about all those who were deeply affected by Ash being gone. Misty seemed to have recovered, but refused to go anywhere on her birthday, Ash's birthday, their anniversary, and the day that he disappeared. All that she would do on those days would be to watch the news that she had recorded that were televising the search the Pokemon Master. However, all that was found during those searches were his wedding ring. At the bottom of the tributary of the river that carried him away and out of their lives.
None of them gave up hope that Ash would return, but a Pokemon Master was needed and so officially it had been decided that he was dead. When Misty, Ash's mom, and all of his close friends heard that, it had wrung their hearts and it seemed to have really broken Misty's and Ash's mother's hearts. Ash's mother would spend many day's crying to herself, holding Ash's picture to her or something of Ash's that she knew that he really liked. Pikachu was one of the things that she tried to hold close to her, but seldom was able to. Pikachu had lost all interest in battling and would just stand and watch a Caterpie knock it out without even trying to even do so much as dodge the attack.
Brock knew that if Ash was alive that they would need to find him. Gary seemed to be the only one who would still search for Ash, but it seemed that he never would go very far from Pallet, as Brock would often see Gary every few days when he spent much time in Pallet, which he often visited. Misty had moved into her and Ash's house, though legally hers now that Ash had been declared dead. When Brock brought the news to her that the decision was made as such, Misty swung at Brock and knocked him out without meaning to.
This visit that Brock was coming to Pallet town was because he recently heard that Ash's mother was seriously ill. She was hospitalized and had gone into a coma. When Brock heard about it, he silently called out to Ash, You need to come back if you're alive. If you don't you will never see your mother again. She could go anytime. When Brock first heard about Ash's mother, he couldn't help himself as he broke down in tears as he blamed himself mostly for Ash disappearing, as he should have done something; ANYTHING! He would often cry out to himself.
While I'm here, I might as well see how Misty is doing, Brock thought to himself. He began climbing the steps to her house and knocked at the door. Misty opened it quickly and Brock could see how the news of her mother-in-law had affected her. Brock knew that she didn't want him to mention it just by looking at her. I should at least try, Brock thought to himself. This way I'll at least still show her that I'm still there for her. Brock took a deep breath and thought about the best way to approach the subject. He looked down, deep in thought, and noticed her wedding ring that she was still wearing and refused to take off, no matter what anyone else said to her.
"Uhh," Brock began, "How long do you think it will take Ash to get back here?" Brock knew better than to mention the possibility of Ash never returning.
"I don't know. I wish that he would come back, but if he's dead, then I can't blame him. He didn't die for himself or something that would only benefit him," Misty replied, breaking into tears.
Brock was honestly shocked to hear Misty bring up the possibility. All the times that she had been told that Ash could be dead had been a time when she would lash out and attack the person that brought the subject up. "Misty, stop it!" Brock snapped, suprising both himself and Misty. "We both know that Ash will come back to us someday!"
The look that Misty gave Brock made him stop short of what he was saying. She really has gotten depressed, Brock thought, in open shock. "I can't stand living like he will come back when I don't even know that he's alive. I don't want to give up hope that he will return to us, but I can't think of any other way that this will end up other than him never returning. I've decided! He's DEAD!" Misty screamed, her eyes overflowing with tears unshead since he disappeared. Brock could not think of anything else to say. He then excused himself, unable to contain the sorrow he felt for Misty to be so distraught, but he couldn't blame her. He never felt this sad about anything before, but for someone who was closer to Ash, then how deep did this empty feeling go? Brock wondered. Is this what caused Ash's mother to suddenly become so drastically ill? Brock shook his head as he began to return to Pewter City.
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How was that? Did anyone see that twist? Review if interested, otherwise, sorry for wasting you time.
