A/n I don't own Pokemon.

He still watched over her. He was like her guardian angel; forever watching. He was always by her side.

The day that the doctor's report had come was a day of change for him. He knew he couldn't be like he was before. Things would have to be different. Telling her was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but he knew it was for the best. When the news came to her, she'd cried. She didn't want to live that way, she'd said. She didn't want to be a burden. She'd be holding everyone back, she said. But Silver said otherwise.

When they had been young, she'd cared for him. She'd loved him, even at so tender an age. Now was his turn. He would miss her mind, but so long as she wasn't fully gone, he knew it wouldn't matter. Blue would remain, deep down, the same old Blue. She would be buried beneath the many things that come with dementia, but Silver wouldn't care. He would be by her side no matter what.

After a while, she wouldn't talk anymore. She might utter a few words, but typically no one would understand anyways. However, she loved to listen. Her eyes would take on a young look again when hearing a story. And so, Silver would recount their history to her. She would clutch his hand and give him a smile, just like she had in the old days.

Her favorite stories were of their old adventures, with all their friends, and danger, and excitement, fun, and most importantly, togetherness. The times when she'd been whole. Whenever visitors would come, they would be drawn to her, because of her beautiful, infectious smile. They would stay to hear the tales of times gone by, bringing more and more people together.

Silver was a favorite in that ward. He didn't actually belong there, but he refused to leave Blue. Though he was capable of living on his own, he chose to stay with her. Before the two of them had come, visitors had been scarce. People were often unaware of how to act or what to say to these people who had changed from what they were.

But having Silver there made things different. The whole ward would be captivated when he'd tell his stories. Families began coming regularly. Silver and Blue's family were routinely at the ward.

Even with her mind buried, Blue was still touching people's hearts. And Silver still watched over her.