Whoop! Quick update! Thanks Tear, for your opinion and such. I'll hopefully be online more now, and will definitely start reading all your fics! . on with the chappie.

-Rose

It's all ending,

Got to stop pretending,

Who we are…

Bleep….Bleep…Bleep

Machines chugged and whirred around the unconscious body that lay, wrapped in thin hospital bedding that looked mysteriously like tissue paper. A mask was clamped to the patients face, covering his nose and mouth, and a life support mechanical device was keeping the unfortunate victim of the crash alive. Just. Blood trickled and pumped in and out of the tube that was inserted into the boys' wrist, and his usually bright vivid emerald pools were hidden behind the closed curtains that were his eyelids. Around him, doctors and nurses bustled around in white coats, scribbling on clipboards and checking the devices that the patient was complicatedly wired up to, whilst others still gossiped amongst themselves, discussing the situation. One, with what would have been long dark green hair if it were not captured in a hairnet whispered to their group,

"Don't you think we should put the poor darlin' out of his misery?"

A man with thick-rimmed glasses and a grey moustache regarded her with confusion as he hissed in retort,

"He's not in any pain currently. I think that if we work as hard as we can, we might just be able to save him."

"Slim chance."

"Slim, but possible. And think of that young lady…what was her name…Jasmine?"

"Jessica."

"Ah yes, Jessica. Think of how emotionally over the moon she would be."

"Mhmm. Yeah. She hasn't even been to see him since the accident."

"Well we aren't allowing visitors yet are we?"

"No…but you would have though she would have tried to see him."

"Anyway, we'll keep trying for now. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

BANG.

Jessie yelped and darted to one side, arms flailing out to grab her partners gloved hands, yet this time she didn't just feel nothing, she saw nothing as well. Confused, she turned back and noticed Meowth entering the small kitchenette area of their room, a puzzled expression painted on his cat-like features.

"Oh my god what just happened?"

She gabbled, clutching her head in her hands and backing up against the wall, sapphire eyes locked on the feline in fear. Meowth, cocked his head.

"I opened the door with too much force, so it hit the wall. Why?"

Almost relieved, Jessie shook her head and turned round to open the cupboard, hoping the pokémon didn't see her cheeks a violent shade of scarlet.

"Jess. I think you better get some help."

Packet of biscuits in her hand, she spun round and glared at the beige cat, whom shrunk away from her icy gaze.

"Why?"

She demanded, fingers shaking with rage as she ripped the packet open and began piling her plate with the crunchy food, only vaguely aware of Meowth.

"Because anything loud and you go into hysterics."

He pointed out, leaping up on the counter to help himself to some digestives, before swinging himself up onto her shoulder and sitting there, showering crumbs in his partners' hair.

Fuming, Jessie grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him off before shoving the biscuits back into the cupboard and marching away from the pokémon, leaving him crumpled on the laminate flooring, rubbing his head.

The day passed slowly. Jessie didn't come out of her headquarters room, and Meowth didn't dare to. And slowly but surely, night was apon her again. Her eyes strained at the tiny fuzzy television propped up on the top of the closet, as she refused to sleep. Even she didn't understand why she was terrified of it. She stuffed herself with popcorn and drank gallons of water, but steadily she felt herself drifting into an uneasy and restless slumber.

She opened her sea blue eyes and sat up, shifting her back against the bedstead and sweeping masses of honey threads away from her face. The television was off. Which was strange, as she didn't remember turning it off herself. Probably Meowth. Yawning, she felt her eyes travel to the side of the bed where she suddenly felt her body go ridged with fear.

"Oh no. God no."

"What? What's the matter?"

Doctors bustled over to the patient and one froze as he noticed the silent pulse rate on the green and black screen. His face, creased up in a mixture of melancholy and despair.

"He didn't make it. He's dead."

She screamed. Well, tried to. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Glistening pools wide and facial mask a mixture-petrified fear, she stumbled away from the figure, which was James. The same stubborn lock of hair caressed his tanned face and he watched her with emerald eyes. A hand extended from his side to touch her, but she writhed away and managed to fly against a wall, heart hammering as she continuously told herself she was dreaming. He didn't move, he didn't open his mouth, but words swam around her, making her feel nauseous and extremely uncomfortable.

Tell the truth.

"Hang on. There's a flicker of life."

"There is?"

"Yeah…"

The nurse with the darkgreen hair started fiddling the different buttons and switches on the machine, and the heart rate quickened, before adjusting to its average breathing rate.

"Yes! Alive!"

"Wonderful!"

"Excellent. Now if we can just keep him in this condition long enough to tend to the slight internal bleeding and fluids…"

She really did wake up that time. Just a dream, just a dream, a dream…she told herself over and over. But she just couldn't sleep, yet now she was scared of opening her eyes in case she saw the same figure. At one point, she dared to take a look, and there was nothing, apart from the steady movement of the curtains as a light wind taunted them.

She couldn't bare it. She was always with James, and now without him it felt so…wrong. Her pale slender fingers outstretched to clasp the sleeping pokémon and she entwined him in her arms hugging him as though he were the only thing left worth living for. Which, in reality, was true. Meowth spluttered in shock as her hands knocked him from his dream-filled sleep, but soon curled round in her cherry hair, his soft beige fur warm against her milky smooth skin.

"Everything is gonna be okay Jess."

The feline whispered as she exhaled and closed her eyes tight to prevent even more tears spilling silently down her cheeks. She didn't understand how her body could still be processing that much water. She murmured something, before replying in a clearer tone,

"Yeah…"

But she wasn't convincing anyone. Not even herself.

You and me…

I can see us dying.

Are we?

Quick notice. It was a dream Jess had, just to prevent any confusion and, "That's not realistic" Type stuff. So yah.