James was having a wonderful dream where he was the leader of Team Rocket. He had just counted his two hundred and fifty-second rare pokemon when he was jolted out of the dream by the front door crashing open. The girl from Team Twerp had just entered their house. He quickly stood and moved in front of her wearing his Eevee pajamas and said, "Give us th-." She cut him off mid-sentence by pushing him over. She grabbed Jesse and shook her vigorously.
"WHERE'S THE ANTIDOTE!" she yelled at Jesse.
"Antidote to what?" Jesse asked sleepily.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT ANTIDOTE! THE ANTIDOTE FOR THIS!" The girl shoved a newspaper in Jesse's face.
"Young boy victim of attempted murder?" Recognition showed on Jesse's face when she saw the picture. "Say, James. The twerp kicked the bucket."
"Really?" James asked.
"HE'S NOT DEAD YET, BUT HE WILL BE IN THREE DAYS. NOW GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE!"
"Antidote to what!" Jesse demanded getting annoyed.
"THE ANTIDOTE TO THAT RARE POISON YOU PUT IN HIS FOOD!"
"Well if it's rare than we certainly don't have it," James said immediately.
"OF COURSE YOU HAVE IT! YOU ARE THE ONLY ONES WITH A MOTIVE!"
"The rarest thing we have is my bottle cap collection, but I wouldn't put it past the Boss to have that poison and use another team," James said.
"WHO? WHO WOULD HE USE!"
"Why should we help you!" demanded Jesse getting really angry. "BECAUSE IF ASH DIES, I'LL TELL THE POLICE THAT YOU KILLED HIM! NOT A JURY IN THE WORLD WOULDN'T CONVICT YOU!"
"Hmmm… Good point. I'd say he'd use the top team," said Jesse thoughtfully. "And the top team is…"
"Cassidy and Butch," said James.
"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO SPEAK OF THEM!" yelled Jesse as she punched James in the head.
"Where would they stay?" The girl seemed to be cooling off.
"Probably in a luxurious hotel that doesn't have any police around," said Jesse.
"Right, let's start looking!" James thought of something.
"Wait! I want to see the twerp." The girl's face softened for a moment.
"All right, we'll see Ash if we can before we start searching for Cassidy and Butch! By the way, where are your pokemon!"
"They're still in the pokemon center. After that battle with the gym leader, they really needed a long rest at the center."
"Oh! Let's stop wasting time and get going!" All three of them left the cabin.
Brock was having a wonderful dream about thousands of girls wanting to go out with him when he was jolted out of the dream by a shock of electricity.
"What is it Pikachu?" Brock asked.
"Pikapikpikachuchuchupika," Pikachu replied very urgently. Brock snapped upright.
"Is it about Ash!" Brock asked Pikachu.
"Pik," Pikachu said shaking his head. Brock let out a sigh of relief.
"What is it then?" Brock questioned.
"Pika," pikachu said making its face look like Misty. Brock quickly got up and opened the door to Misty's adjoining room. Misty wasn't there. The door to the hallway in her room was ajar. Normally, Brock would have thought that Misty had probably left to get breakfast, but the state that she was in at the hospital worried him. What if Misty had gone out? Night was the time that predators came out in Imperial City and if one saw a lonely, defenseless, young girl … This thought terrified him. Brock ran out the open door and into an elevator. Pikachu was just able to slip through the doors before they closed. Brock pushed the button for the lobby and the elevator shot towards the ground. When the doors opened, Brock ran across the lobby and out into the streets. He hoped for the best, but feared the worst so he bolted toward the hospital. He hoped she wasn't there. He hoped he wasn't too late to save his other best friend. He didn't stop running until he reached the reception desk.
"Has…a…girl…named…Misty…checked…in?" Brock asked the receptionist, clutching a stitch in his side. The receptionist glanced at the sign-in sheet and said, "No, and if you want to see someone visiting hours don't start until three hours from now at seven so I'd suggest going home and getting some sleep."
Brock slid down the reception counter. He was too exhausted to continue searching for Misty. Just then, Misty, Jesse, and James stepped into the hospital. Brock got up and staggered toward Misty.
"Misty," he said. Misty noticed how out of breath Brock was and asked quickly, "Is Ash ok!"
"Oh, you mean that poor boy that was poisoned? It was a good thing he came in when he did, because if he hadn't had his stomach pumped he would have been dead within the hour," the receptionist said. They all turned to the receptionist.
"What room is he in?" Misty asked.
"I'm sorry but visiting hours star…" she paused seeing the desperate look in Misty's eyes. "Come on I'll show you," the receptionist conceded. They started towards Ash's room in silence.
Ash was only partially conscious but he could distantly hear the doctors' voices.
"He's starting to become unstable more and more often, at this rate he might not last three days," said one.
"I think we should infect him with another disease to combat the poison. That way we can treat him for that disease," said another.
"What disease could be powerful enough to combat all these?" said a third.
"Chronic lymphocytic leukemia," said the second one.
"Leukemia? Are you mad?" said the third.
"Chronic lymphocytic leukemia creates more white blood cells that will help fight off the poison," the second answered.
"We can't treat it well enough to give it to a person," said the third.
"We can treat it better than we can treat this poison," said the second.
"All right, we'll administer it, but only as a last resort and with parental permission," said the first. The others agreed. Then Ash heard new voices.
"He's still unconscious but he is stabilized for the moment. If he becomes unstable your going out fast!" said the voice of a woman.
"I just want to see him," said the voice of a girl. The voice sounded familiar. It was…Misty! Misty was coming to see him! Ash struggled toward consciousness to meet Misty.
"He's coming around!" said the first doctor. Ash opened his eyes to see Misty's smiling face.
"Hi Ash," Misty said.
"I must be dead, because I see an angel," Ash said to Misty. Misty smiled more. Just seeing her was making his heat throb.
"How do you feel?" she asked. He coughed. The throbbing was getting worse.
"Terrible. But now that you're here, everything seems fine." Misty didn't have time to answer because she was interrupted by a loud 'Pika!'
"Pikachu," Ash said as the familiar furry face appeared above him.
"Pikpikapikachupikapik," Pikachu said to Ash.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad either, Pikachu," Ash said smiling weakly.
"Ash," Misty said. Ash's heart was hurting a lot now and monitors beside his bed screamed.
"He's going into cardiac arrest!" one of the doctors yelled as the receptionist dragged Misty and Pikachu away.
"Misty!" was the last thing Ash said before falling away into unconsciousness.