Wonny; Well, it's been a while, but things have been busy lately. There are several more chapters, then it is finette! Mwah! I like the ending I came up with, but you will all have to wait to read it, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Shigeru: Wonny does not own me, nor Satoshi, or any other character's from Poke'mon, so there!

Called "Rescue"

A lone paramedic, bag in hand, stood impatiently, waiting for another patient to be brought out. One by one, young children in poor condition were carried from the seen of the crime; a ramshakle apartment complex that was notorious for drugs and sex. Finally, a police officer passed through the doorway, carrying something in his arms. His police jacket was wrapped around what looked like a bunch of rags. A closer look determined that it was a sixteen-year old boy.

The boy was the worst of all the children brought forth from the depths of the sex house. His clothes were ripped, dirty, and, in some places, covered in blood. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, making his hair look like a messy ink blot. Scars, brusies, bumps and other numerous injuries coated his skinney body. His clothes hung loosely on his frame. The paramedic peeked under his shirt and winced as he saw the boy struggling to breathe, skin stretched tightly across his ribs.

"Their favorite, we're guessing. One of the agents identified him as Satoshi Ketchem. Said he's been missing for a good seven months."

The medic shook his head sadly. "He's in terrible shape..."

As if on cue, Satoshi coughed, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth. He groaned, opening his eyes. The medic felt his heart clench. The eyes were deep, dank pools of despair. They looked as though at one point they had been sparkly and full of laughter. Now he looked as though he was beckoning death.

The police officer talked in a soothing voice, telling the boy that he was all right. The dark-haired child only gazed at him in a slightly distrusting way. The medic pulled an IV out of his bag. The boy needed to be kept alive because, chances were, he would prove to be a valuable source of evidence that could be used against the sick freaks that destroyed his life.

After making sure he had what he needed out, the paramedic turned back to his patient to roll up the sleeve of the jacket. He winced.

"Je-sus Christ. What do you make of this?"

The officer gave him an inquizitive look and glanced at the boy's arm. "Track marks, looks like. Wouldn't be surprised: these freak-shows have been known to do anything to keep the kids from being out of line. Probably sedatives. The team found a room full of 'em." The officer shook his head. "Poor kid..."

The medic told him to set his patient down on the stretcher. The EMT nodded, and the police man turned to go.

"Wait..."

Satoshi's voice was barely above a whisper, but he must've been heard. The old Enforcement officer went back. "Your coat..." Satoshi held it out.

The man smiled. "You keep it; you need it more then I do." With that, he walked away.

The medic screwed a needle into the IV, watching Satoshi as the teen hugged the jacket to himself. He didn't know what ot say. To be honest, he'd never delt with a patient quite like this; the boy had obviously been scarred for the rest of his life. What was there to say?

Satoshi broke the silence. "D-Do you know if they found a premeture baby around here?"

The medic frowned. "I think so, why?"

Satoshi leaned back, looking away. "She was mine..."

The medic froze. He had heard about this perticular kid, and he had been trying to remember where at when the officer said that his name was Satoshi Ketchem. He remembered seeing the report of the boy on the news; how he had this extrodinary medical condition that allowed him to change his sex. It never said anything about Satoshi being pregnant at the time of his disapearence, though.

He became aware of the akward pause and said "I'm sorry to here that."

"She looked like her father."

"You knew the father?"

Satoshi nodded. "I was in a relationship at the time, and when I was kidnapped, I was a month along. I never told anyone..."

There was another pause as the medic smeared rubbing alcohol on Satoshi's forearm.

"I will...get to see my family soon, right?" Satoshi asked quietly.

"Yes, of course. Could you stretch out your arm for me? That's perfect. You don't mind, do you? It's only an IV."

Satoshi eyed the needle with distaste. He then put his head into his knees. "Make it quick."

The medic stuck him, taping the tube down to Satoshi's pale arm. "There you are. Now, could I ask you to remove your shirt?"

Satoshi did so.

"Good, now, let me take a look." The medic examined Satoshi's chest and belly. He whistled. "Nice bruise you've got, there." he joked.

Satoshi smiled weakly. "Thanks. It hurts like hell." He gave a nasty cough, flecks of blood flying from his mouth.

"Looks like that isn't the only thing it's doing. You need some desperate treatment."

Satoshi leaned his head back farther and moaned.

"Hang in there, we're going to the hospital right now." The medic lifted the stretcher into the back of the ambulance, slamming the doors behind him. He leaned into the driver's cab and hissed "Hit the gas; he might not make it!"

Satoshi gave another moan, closing his eyes. He had been hanging in there for seven months. He wasn't sure if he could do it much longer...

Wonny:CLIFFHANGER! Will post more very soon, don't worry!