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Jessie lay James down gently on the ground, under the shade of the tree. She brushed some hair from her teammate's face and, whilst doing so, placed her hand on his forehead. Frowning slightly, she withdrew it.
He's burning up, she thought worriedly.
"Here."
Jessie turned around and saw Meowth holding a thermometer out to her.
"I found dis in the first aid bag." The pokemon said, and Jessie noticed the first aid bag was lying behind him. Jessie took it gratefully and gently placed it in James's mouth.
There was silence as they watched it; the only sound was James's uneven breathing.
"102 degrees F." Jessie said, pulling the thermometer out. James sighed in his sleep.
"How did he ge' so sick all of a sudden?" Meowth asked and Jessie sat down beside James. She shrugged.
"He must've been sick this morning…he didn't want to eat anything…"
"Yeah- he looked terrible…"
Jessie sighed and turned to Meowth, having thought of an idea.
"Meowth- could you try and see if there is a lake or something nearby- cold water might come in handy." She asked. Usually, Meowth would moan and ask why him, but in the circumstance they were in, the cat pokemon nodded and left.
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Everything was dark. Where was he?
It was so hot…
James felt like someone had lit a fire around him, and left him trapped in the middle of it's circle.
He wanted to call but he couldn't.
He wanted to open his eyes but he couldn't.
He was trapped in eternal heat and darkness.
-#!-#!-#!-#!
Meowth walked through the woods determinedly in hope of finding a lake, or something close. The pokemon had grabbed a bucket before he left, in case he found some water. The bucket was now dragging across the floor, creating a rhythmic sound as it scrapped on stones and sticks. Every now and then, Meowth's ears would turn to the sound, or twitch a little.
Through the trees, the cat pokemon suddenly caught glimpse of water sparkling in the sunlight.
"'Bout time!" Meowth said under his breath and pushed his way through bushes and thorns to get to it.
The water was a crystal shade of blue and in it some water pokemon were playing and splashing. Meowth paid no attention to them and scooped the worn bucket he was holding into the lake, swished it about for a couple of seconds, then tugged it out carefully, not wanting to spill anything.
"Jimmy better get better now…" Meowth muttered, heaving the bucket back where he had just been.
-#!-#!-#!-#!
"Finally!" Jessie said as Meowth cake towards her, dragging a bucket full of water. She knew she was being unfair, but the best way to cope with her worry, she found, was snapping at other people.
"You try carrin' a bucket fulla water!" Meowth snapped back and handed it to Jessie. Jessie took it gratefully and dipped a flannel in it; she had managed to find one lurking at the bottom of her bag.
After doing this, Jessie then took the material out again, squeezed it, and placed it on James's burning forehead.
A sigh came from his lips, but nothing more.
"He needs rest." Jessie said into the silence, trying to sound confident. She felt Meowth sit beside her.
"How far did you have to go- to get the water, I mean." Jessie said after more silence.
"Not far- jus' a few metres." Meowth replied.
And the silence returned.
