CHAPTER 4 GOODBYE MY FRIEND
I began to quiver. I remember thinking "Could it be that I was to late?" I did the best I could to not cry as I sat down on one of the chairs. "She needs to rest, its best for us to wait for her to wake up" said Fuji. I jumped up. "I'm not stupid! She isn't going to wake up!" I yelled. "There's nothing we can do," he said quietly as I turned and ran out of the waiting room down, to the emergency hall and the room that I had left Curly. As I ran to her bed I could see that she was near death. I assumed she only had a few minutes left.
I put my hand on hers, for comfort to her as much as to comfort myself. "Curly, I hope you can forgive me for leaving you. I tried to get you help." My voice cracked. "Chance Chansey" she replied weakly. I felt her other hand touch my face. A tear ran down my cheek. With the last of her energy she waved good-bye and smiled. "Good-bye my friend" I choked out. And with that, she died before my very eyes, her hand still in mine.
I spent the rest of the day sitting in a chair, out in the lobby. Mr. Fuji had moved Curly's body to the tower. As for Nurse Joy, I didn't see her for the rest of the day. I didn't go home that night. I walked to the tower and slept by Curly's freshly dug grave. The tombstone had yet to be engraved. (I hope most of you understand part of why I didn't want to publish such a book. Some memories are best left forgotten.)
The following morning when I woke up, Mr. Fuji was standing beside me holding a hammer and chisel. He handed them to me, "She was your friend, you get to choose what her headstone reads." This was oddly honoring for me. I simply etched in the word "friend".
Once my mourning was through, I proceeded to find Marowak. She was resting peacefully on the sixth floor, as usual. "Are you okay?" I asked in a calm tone. She replied with a nod. "I promise to get you the perfect bone before I leave tomorrow." She looked at me with an evil grin. "What?" I asked puzzled. She pulled out a long thin bone from behind a headstone. "Wak Marowak." She replied strongly. She then pointed to the Fearow carcass from the day before. She must have made a meal out of that evil bird. I assumed that it was a leg bone as one was missing from the body.
I spent an hour with Marowak and the ghosts of the tower, saying my good- byes. As I left the tower, a feeling that I was not going to see it for a long time, came over me. What a terrible thing good-byes are. I decided that I should spend my last day with my family. So, I went home.
They were happy to see me and attempted to make the death of Curly as easy for me as possible. How lucky I was. "You should go pack for tomorrow" my mother said. "Yes, It's a long trip to Pallet town." My father added. My jaw dropped. "You're sending me to Pallet town to start my training?" I questioned excitedly. "The professor in Pallet is one of the best around. Oak, I think is his name." Father continued. Just then my sister, Monika, came running into the room. "Did he open it yet? Did he?" My mother sighed. "Well it was going to wait until tomorrow, but I guess you can have it tonight." She grabbed a small box from on the table. "Here you go."
I began to quiver. I remember thinking "Could it be that I was to late?" I did the best I could to not cry as I sat down on one of the chairs. "She needs to rest, its best for us to wait for her to wake up" said Fuji. I jumped up. "I'm not stupid! She isn't going to wake up!" I yelled. "There's nothing we can do," he said quietly as I turned and ran out of the waiting room down, to the emergency hall and the room that I had left Curly. As I ran to her bed I could see that she was near death. I assumed she only had a few minutes left.
I put my hand on hers, for comfort to her as much as to comfort myself. "Curly, I hope you can forgive me for leaving you. I tried to get you help." My voice cracked. "Chance Chansey" she replied weakly. I felt her other hand touch my face. A tear ran down my cheek. With the last of her energy she waved good-bye and smiled. "Good-bye my friend" I choked out. And with that, she died before my very eyes, her hand still in mine.
I spent the rest of the day sitting in a chair, out in the lobby. Mr. Fuji had moved Curly's body to the tower. As for Nurse Joy, I didn't see her for the rest of the day. I didn't go home that night. I walked to the tower and slept by Curly's freshly dug grave. The tombstone had yet to be engraved. (I hope most of you understand part of why I didn't want to publish such a book. Some memories are best left forgotten.)
The following morning when I woke up, Mr. Fuji was standing beside me holding a hammer and chisel. He handed them to me, "She was your friend, you get to choose what her headstone reads." This was oddly honoring for me. I simply etched in the word "friend".
Once my mourning was through, I proceeded to find Marowak. She was resting peacefully on the sixth floor, as usual. "Are you okay?" I asked in a calm tone. She replied with a nod. "I promise to get you the perfect bone before I leave tomorrow." She looked at me with an evil grin. "What?" I asked puzzled. She pulled out a long thin bone from behind a headstone. "Wak Marowak." She replied strongly. She then pointed to the Fearow carcass from the day before. She must have made a meal out of that evil bird. I assumed that it was a leg bone as one was missing from the body.
I spent an hour with Marowak and the ghosts of the tower, saying my good- byes. As I left the tower, a feeling that I was not going to see it for a long time, came over me. What a terrible thing good-byes are. I decided that I should spend my last day with my family. So, I went home.
They were happy to see me and attempted to make the death of Curly as easy for me as possible. How lucky I was. "You should go pack for tomorrow" my mother said. "Yes, It's a long trip to Pallet town." My father added. My jaw dropped. "You're sending me to Pallet town to start my training?" I questioned excitedly. "The professor in Pallet is one of the best around. Oak, I think is his name." Father continued. Just then my sister, Monika, came running into the room. "Did he open it yet? Did he?" My mother sighed. "Well it was going to wait until tomorrow, but I guess you can have it tonight." She grabbed a small box from on the table. "Here you go."