Chapter 3
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There was fire surrounding him. It was hot. Too hot. James tried to find an opening, but there was none.
James woke up, panting and sweating. He was uncomfortably hot. James sat up slowly and groaned.
Something was wrong.
Suddenly, he scrambled out of bed and dashed to the bathroom; James bent over the toilet and threw up. This lasted for roughly a minute before he was able to stop. Shaking, he shuffled away slightly and wrapped his arms around his stomach.
"Shit." He said and got onto his hands and knees. He was tired. He just wanted to sleep...
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"James! Get up!"
James moaned and opened his eyes slowly. He was still on the bathroom floor. What time was it?
"James! I'm going to get breakfast!" Jessie's voice shouted from the room next to him.
"Alright..." James muttered and sat up slowly. Breathing heavily, he managed to stand up.
He felt like crap.
"At least I don't feel sick anymore..." the team rocket member said, thinking of some positives. Still, he didn't feel like eating anything. James sighed and caught sight of himself in the mirror. He looked like he just got hit by a truck. Great.
James turned on the taps (to his left) and splashed water on his face. Then he looked into the mirror again. He looked slightly better.
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Jessie tapped the table she was sitting at with her fingers impatiently, whilst Meowth crammed more food in his mouth.
"I'm fed up of waiting!" Jessie announced and glanced again to the doors leading into the dining room of the hotel. They needed to leave soon, or they would have to pay more money. Meowth gulped and leaned back in his chair.
"James has just overslept, Jess!" the pokemon said, sensing Jessie's worry. Jessie sighed again and ate more toast. Meowth suddenly started waving.
"'Bout time, James!" he said and Jessie looked up as James sat down. At first she didn't notice James's appearance. Then she did.
He had dark shadows under his eyes and was paler than usual. His eyes were also glazed over slightly. In short, he looked half dead.
"Are you feeling okay?" Jessie said quietly as James reached hesitantly for the toast that was in the middle of the table. James looked at her and smiled a little.
"Yeah..." he said even more quietly than she did, "I just didn't...I didn't get much sleep..."
Jessie looked at him suspiciously.
"No offense Jimmy," Meowth piped in, "but it looks like ya been hit by a ten tonne truck containing a Snorlax."
James smiled wearily and nibbled the corner of his toast. Just as he predicated, he didn't have an appetite.
"I know...look- I'm fine." James said and looked at Jessie and Meowth's faces of concern. "Really!"
Jessie and Meowth seemed to be convinced, and James ate a bit more of his breakfast.
"Ok- let's go!" Jessie said and stood up. Meowth crammed the last pieces of their breakfast in his mouth before doing the same. James took a little longer, regretting that he forced himself to eat. His stomach was churning uncomfortably, and a slight throbbing in his head meant that a migraine was coming on.
"James- come on!"
James looked around and saw that his comrades were at the other side of the hall. He walked over to them as fast as he could manage without being suspicious; the food smells were getting to him, making him feel sicker than before.
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James left the building first and breathed in deeply, glad of the fresh air. A brush of his leg meant that Meowth was next to him.
Jessie stretched her arms out wide and, full of a new determination, stepped in front of the rest of her team. James still looked half dead, and Meowth was yawning loudly.
"You got everything, James?" she asked. James blinked, like he was coming out of a daze.
"Oh...yeah, I think so..."
"Hey!" Meowth cried suddenly, making Jessie and James turn to him.
"What?" James asked.
"Why don't we have a break from the twerp an' his friends for a while, and explore this new region!" Meowth suggested and his team mates started to smile, "we ain't seen it properly yet!"
"Good idea." James said, nodding. Jessie nodded too.
"Well- there's no time to waste!" she said and started walking. Sighing, James followed, dropping his smile. He felt ten times worse than he had than when he woke up on the bathroom floor. He was uncomfortably hot and he seemed to have no energy. What made it worse was the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up any second.
