Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, I'm not very good at lengthy writing. I really appreciate everyone who reviewed and all of their helpful suggestions. I hope this chapter meets your expectations.

Chapter two:

As the two boys sprinted across the forest, rain began to poor from the dark clouds that sheathed the sky. When Ash began to believe they would have to run forever they approached a cliff and a sense of foreboding washed over him. When they reached the edge of the escarpment Ash peered over the side and his eyes met with the horrific site of Misty's damaged body. Her pale skin was covered in deep gashes and her leg was bent at an unnatural angle. "Misty, can you hear me?" Brock's strangled cry carried over the sound of the violent storm that now intensified around them. "Ash, I think she's unconscious, go check on Misty while I call for help!" The older boys command snapped Ash into action and he carefully scrambled down a small path. The site of Misty's figure brought a sharp pain to Ash's heart. He knelt down next to the redhead's body, and carefully grasped her hand in his and muttered a small prayer.

What seemed like hours later, sirens and flashing lights were approaching the site of the accident. When the ambulance approached two men rush out and Brock directed the EMTs to his friends' location. The doctors advanced toward Ash, who was sobbing over his battered friend's body, his salty tears masked by the rain pelting his face. The EMTs carefully placed Misty in the back of the ambulance before inviting the two boys to ride along. Once everyone was safely inside the emergency vehicle they were rushed to the nearest hospital.

After the cramped ambulance accelerated foreword the paramedics worked furiously to revive the young Cerulean sister. Ash and Brock watched silently, both contemplating what they would do if they lost their passionate companion. The vehicle abruptly halted and everyone scampered out. The two boys were left behind as the EMTs ran Misty to the Emergency room. A nurse appeared at the hospital doors and showed the duo to the waiting room, where they could anticipate news pertaining to their friend.

Brock took a seat closest to the nurse's desk and observed Ash, who was pacing across the floor. He was covered in mud from taking the path down the cliff, but didn't seem to notice. His eyes were clouded with worry and he glanced at the Emergency Room doors frequently. Brock knew Ash was blaming himself for Misty's unfortunate accident, and that there was nothing he could say to dissolve the raven-haired boy's feeling of guilt.

The hours crawled by and finally a man dressed in a white coat emerged from the ER and approached the two trainers. They looked expectantly to the doctor hoping he would bear good news concerning Misty's condition