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AN: Wow, chapter 9, I've come this far? Guess I'll just leave you here then… Naw, just joking I'll continue. Also check you some of some of Pink Litterbug's stories. Please review!
Dedication: This dedication is to my loyal readers...
P.R. Dragonite – I am grateful for all your constructive criticism, and I would like to accept your offer to edit my fic, but I can't at the moment, my internets going down and I duno about the e-mail status I'll be in. That's why I'm responding to you here.
Sensational Sista – She's my most dedicated reader, her reviews are short but they egg me on.
…And of course to…
Bluejolteon – because I've singled her out and I'm torching her with a cliff at the moment.
On with the story…
Chapter 9 – "Hospital"
Misty looked on in horror as Ash writhed in pain on the floor. She quickly pressed a table cloth to the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding. The fabric was instantly soaked in the warm red liquid. Delia rushed over and took over the operation. Brock supported Ash's head, trying desperately to keep him conscious. Gary ran out to meet the paramedics and lead them to the victim. All the while, Misty griped Ash's hand and silently prayed to herself, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Officer Jenny and a group of other policemen captured Hanson in the surrounding forest. Jenny ran up to the lab to check the status of the guests. She was greeted by the siren of an ambulance. Immediately she ran over to Delia.
"We got him Delia."
"I knew you would Jen."
"Is there anything I could do for you at the moment?"
"Yeah, could you take myself and Ash's friends to the hospital?"
"Are any of you hurt?"
"No… But Ash is…"
Misty rode in the ambulance with Ash, still clutching his now cold hand. She went all the way to the doors of the ER. Doctors told her that she couldn't go any further.
"Ash!"
"Don't worry," assured one of the nurses, "well take care of him."
Ash spoke softly to Misty, his voice tired and weak, but his eyes still glimmering with the spark inside him.
"Misty, if I don't…" he stopped abruptly, pain searing through him, teeth clenched.
"Mist…" he continued, "Mist… if I don't…just…just go on with life…"
Misty couldn't hold it in any longer, a fresh wave of sadness and fear swept over her.
"Not without you," she whispered.
They began to wheel him down the hall.
"You can't be sad forever… and you can't control fate…"
They turned the corner and were out of site. Another nurse asked her to sit in the waiting room. Everyone was already there; Gary was the first to speak.
"Any news?"
Misty shook her head, "They just took him into the operating…" her voice trailed off.
"I'm sure he'll be fine," reassured Prof. Oak
Brock nodded in agreement, "he's a fighter, he'll pull through."
"Nothing could slow him down," added Tracy.
"Not even his Snorlax," joked Max. Everyone laughed a little.
Several hours passed, no one came and updated them on the situation. One by one they all fell asleep except for Delia and Misty. They talked a bit, trying to rid the eerie silence.
"Did I ever tell you how Ash and I first met?"
"No."
"Really? Well apparently he got in trouble with a whole bunch of Spearow; he tried to jump into the river to escape them. That was when I fished him out."
Delia made a slight giggle, "I knew only he would be capable of doing that."
"That's not the half of it! So the Spearow come back again, and the next thing I know…"
"Ahem…" a doctor in scrubs appeared at the doorway, he looked extremely tired.
"Ms. Ketchum… Ms. Waterflower…"
Had you going there for a moment… not the last chapter yet, there's still one more to go.
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