"Misty? Misty dear, are you okay?"
A blurred depiction of nurse joy came into focus in Misty's eye's. Misty tossed and turned in the white sheets trying to keep from waking up. She was having such a nice dream about Ash; couldn't it all wait till later? "Wait, Ash!" Misty jerked up and wildly scanned the room.
"Gotta find Ash, where is he!" Misty stammered shakily. Nurse Joy's friendly grin disappeared from her round joyful face. She shoke her head sorrowfully and chuckled a bit.
"Someone needs a little bit more rest, here drink this." Joy exclaimed handing Misty a full cup of Orange Juice. Misty wasn't in the mood for Orange Juice, but took it anyway. As she gulped it down she recalled her memories of what happened yesterday. She slapped him, he punched her, WAIT! Misty spat out the Orange juice and leapt off the cot. Joy shoved her back down and sternly waved her finger.
"No missy, not now! You need to regain your strength," She stated. Misty elbowed Joy in the arm and sauntered away mumbling "Ash is my strength," while her conscience screamed "I know where he is I know!" As she ran through the desolate hallways the sound of Nurse Joys voice blended in with the voices going through her head.
Misty rapidly slipped into her overalls and fastened her buttons. Struggling to get her shoes on she tripped over her face and landed on her fallen mirror.
"Stupid shoes, stupid mirror, stupid me," Misty mumbled angrily taking the mirror and tossing it on her bureau. Suddenly her brow furrowed and she became befuddled. "What was that on the mirror?" Misty snatched the mirror once more and stared deeply. That was her, in there but she wasn't the same in the mirror. She ran her delicate fingers over her cheek and gasped…"What happened to me?"
"Hey pikachu, got any fives?" Brock questioned trying to peer over the massive deck pikachu was holding. Pikachu searched frantically through his pile and then gave a sigh of relief.
No go Fig Pikachu was cut off by the softest rap on the door. Pikachu glared at Brock and nodded to the door.
You get it! he insisted adjusting Ash's hat on his head till it felt right. Brock sneered at him and struggled to lift hiself off the carpet. Brock turned the knob tenderly and opened it. No one peered in and brock started to suspect something. Finally the creepy silence was broken.
"Its okay Brock, its just me. Misty," She reassured him, but wouldn't saunter in. Brock smiled and tried to open the door a little bit more but it wouldn't budge.
" Oh hi Misty, need anything?" He asked curiously. Pikachu excitedly leapt off the coffee table and bounded over to the creases of the door. Brock gave a befuddled grin, and reluctantly pushed the door.
"Misty whats wrong? You seem so…" Brock gulped and then gave a tiny gasp as well as pikachu. He changed his sentence and his soothing voice transformed into more of a angry yell.
"What did he do to you!" He argued, he could just cry by looking at the mourning frown on her usually blissful face. There was no fire twinkling in her ceruelean eyes. Misty shooke her head delibralty and sighed intensely.
"Its nothing important really," Misty whispered carelessly, "But I need Ash's hat I you don't mind."