Ash and Misty's Love?

Part 4

written by twistedreality

A/N: Yes! this story is still alive! Although, I should probably get
the parts out faster than two months each. (laughs nervously) Oh, and
thanks for all the reviews! Wow! Lots of reviews! They really
encourage me a lot! ;)

Misty's POV

The inside of the ambulance was cold and dark, but that didn't really
register in my mind too much. All I could think about was Ash, and how
he was hurt badly.

A thought crept into my mind for the seventh time that hour. *He
could die..* I thought, almost panicking.

I looked into his face, and I realized that I couldn't think like
that. I had to be strong...for Ash.

"Where's Pikachu?" he asked softly, gripping onto my hand weakly. I
could see desperation in his eyes.

"He's..."I faltered, realizing I didn't remember where I said Pikachu
was the first time Ash had asked me.

"I didn't see him with Brock..." Ash said, not suspiciously, but with
concern.

I briefly cursed my stupidity by saying that Pikachu was with Brock. I
already knew that Brock would be coming back with help.

However, Ash didn't seem to be catching on with my lie, so I decided
to delay the news a little longer.

I hated to do it, but I lied to Ash again. "Brock dropped off Pikachu
at the pokemon center..." I began.

"He's okay...right?" Ash said, starting to sit up. I had to hold him
back. He winced in pain, but he said nothing.

"Pikachu was just a little scratched up...but.." I had to look away
when I saw his eyes. He was hanging on to every word with all of the
energy he still had. "Pikachu will be fine."

"Really?" Ash asked in a whisper, barely loud enough for me to
hear.

"Really." I affirmed, not meeting his eyes.

He still looked a little tense, so I forced a smile, this time giving
him eye contact. He was a little more calm after that, because he
sighed softly, staring at the ceiling of the ambulance.

I stared at my feet, unable to look at Ash after lying to him about
Pikachu. I knew it was the right thing to do if I wanted Ash to
recover, but it still felt wrong.

There was a long silence, when I heard soft sobbing sounds.

"Ash.." I said quietly. "It's okay...don't cry.."

He just stared at his bleeding side with horror.

I took his hand, trying to distract him from his wound. "We're almost
at the hospital." I promised.

He looked at me with tears still in his eyes. "I'm scared..." he said,
shuddering.

"You'll be fine.." I said, giving him my first real smile ever since
the explosion.

"Thanks Misty.." he said, before coughing. He lifted up his hand, to
cover up the hacking coughs.

I could see blood on his hand when he removed it from his mouth.

I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. I really didn't want to scare
Ash any more than he already was.

I was terrified enough for the both of us.

***

As soon as the ambulance stopped, the doors opened, and four man
pulled Ash out of the ambulance, and carried him into the hospital.

I could only watch helplessly as they left me alone in the dark
vehicle.

"Misty..?" A deep voice asked calmly, "Are you there?"

I stepped out of the vehicle, and felt relieved.

It was Brock.

It felt good to have another friend the worry about Ash with. "Yeah,
it's me." I said quietly, trying not to sound as worried as I felt.

"Are you...okay?" Brock said softly. Obviously, I didn't do a good job
in hiding how worried I was.

I couldn't think about anything to say, so I just shook my head.

Brock tried to give me a comforting smile, but his face returned back
to its sad expression. "Did he ask about...?"

I nodded with a pained look on my face. "I hated lying to him.." I
said quietly. "I had to tell him that Pikachu was in the pokemon
center..and that Pikachu was going to be just fine.." For the first
time since the explosion, I finally started to cry. "I hate lying to
him.." I repeated, sobbing.

"It's okay Misty, you had to..." Brock said, giving me a friendly hug.

"Yeah, I know...but if feels so..wrong.." I whispered.

Brock didn't respond to that. He just led me back into the hospital,
towards the waiting room.

***

I think I must've cried for fifteen minutes in the waiting room before
I suddenly remembered Ash's mother. A pang of remorse came to me when
I tried to think of what Mrs. Ketchum's reaction would be to the
accident. Ash was all she had in the world.

"Brock...Did you call Ash's mother?" I asked, hoping that he did.

Brock groaned softly and buried his face in his hands. Apparently, he
hadn't thought of that either.

"Don't worry, I'll do it.." I volunteered, not sure why I was actually
offering to tell Mrs. Ketchum the bad news.

Brock looked at me with a worried expression on his face. "Are you
sure you want to?" he asked skeptically.

"Yeah." I said in a quiet voice, getting up to walk towards the phone.

I quickly dialed Mrs. Ketchum's number. I only knew it because Ash had
called her so many times.

I could hear the phone being picked up. Soon, I saw Mrs. Ketchum's
cheerful face on the phone. I silently cursed the stupid video phones.
It was hard enough just telling her. I didn't want to look at her face
to face while breaking it to her.

"Hello, Misty, how are you?" she asked cheerfully, with just a hint of
worry on her face from not seeing Ash or Brock next to me.

I was immediately lost for words, and all I could do was stutter, "I..
I.."

Mrs. Ketchum's concern grew stronger. "Is everything okay?" she asked,
sounding alarmed now.

I struggled for a moment, trying not to cry. "It's Ash...he's hurt..
real bad.." I whispered.

I had to close my eyes right then, but I could still hear Mrs. Ketchum
crying. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked.

"I..don't know.." I forced myself to answer.

"What city are you in?" she asked frantically.

"V-Viridian.." I said, nervously.

"I'll be right there." then she hung up.

I walked over to Brock, and was about to tell him that Mrs. Ketchum
would be coming right over, when a doctor walked into the room. He
called our names, and we walked over towards him, nervously.

"How is he, doctor?" Brock asked nervously.

End part 4

A/N: Man! I just realized I forgot to kill togepi, that evil little
#@@*%@, at the explosion. Oh well, I'll kill togepi some other time.
Read/Review. Reviews make me happy. I eat flames for lunch. I'm going
on a weekend vacation, and I thought I would feel guilty if I didn't
write another part to this before I left..so here it is!!