If I owned Pokemon, I would organize a bloodbath for the fun of it! (laughs like a manic fool)
All readers of this drabble, you see before you, two miracles. 1: I actually updated! 2: I actually updated quickly! (laughs like a manic fool who had had caffeine)
Gary is shaking.
It's an uncontrollable sort of shaking, and it makes his hand jerk and drop the cup of coffee that a nurse was kind enough to give him. It spills all over her pristine uniform, and she wrinkles her nose in dismay. "I...I'm...sorry."
His voice is shaking too.
He shifts nervously, steepling and unsteepling his fingers, a habit he developed from childhood, his eyes fixed on the blinking red light above the operations room. People pass him by, some with barely a cursory glance, others without acknowledgement at all. They all have their own problems to worry about.
An hour goes by before he realises that he has forgotten something.
He gets up suddenly, and a doctor, his white coat as wrinkled as his face looks at him curiously, just long enough to pass the threshold of a glance into a look, before he returns his gaze to his clipboard.. Gary stumbles along the long, white corridor to the parphone that juts out of the wall like an eyesore. He slids a hand into his pocket and draws out his wallet. He squeezes two fingers into one of the pocket and draws out a few copper coins.
Unconsciously, he dials a number that he has known his childhood. "Hello there! This is the Ketchum residence, but I'm out in the garden with Mr. Mime at the moment, so please leave a message after the beep."
"Shit," he swears and bangs the receiver back on its hook. He should have known better. No one has answered that phone for a year.
"Mummy," someone says behind him. "That man said a bad word!"
Gary leans against the payphone. He closes his eyes. "Focus," he hisses at himself. "There's someone I have to call. Who? What's her phone number?"
He stares at the coins in his hand, racking his brain. Something catches his attention.
He picks up one of the coins, squinting at the faded image embossed on it. A water Pokemon. A water...
He turns around and slips the coin into the slot. The number isn't one he has dialed in a long time, ever, really, but he knows it. He memorised it months ago.
"Hello?"
He freezes up.
"Hello?" she repeats, getting irritated. "If this is a prank-"
"Misty," he interrupts. "It's Gary."
"Oh." Her miraculous lack of words to say would have been funny, if he had been calling for any other reason.
He works more moisture into his mouth. "Ash had an accident."
"What! Where is he? What hospital is it? What happened? Is he alright?"
"He's in Chancey Hospital."he said, neatly avoiding the last two questions.
Misty hangs up.
Slowly this time, he hangs the receiver back on its hook.
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