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"I need to find some help." Jessie said into the silence and stood up determinedly. Meowth turned and looked at her.

"Sorry Jess, but I don't think anyone's gonna listen to ya." He said and Jessie ignored his comment. She straightened her skirt and wiped some remaining tears off her face.

"If anything happens," Jessie started to walk, without looking back, "send Marine…I should be gone for about forty minutes."

"Be careful." Meowth muttered, and turned back to James, who was furrowing his eyebrows in his sleep. The pokemon rewetted the flannel (he had got some more water a few minutes ago) and placed it back on James's forehead.

When he looked back at where Jessie was, she had gone.

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Jessie ran all the way to the closest town, determined to find help. She got there in record time, at now was taking a moment to get her breath back, whilst looking around.

The town was very small, more like a village, and there were no kind of pharmacies or hospitals in sight; only one pokemon centre. A few passers by were looking at her as they passed, and Jessie took the opportunity to ask someone.

"Excuse me?" Jessie asked to the nearest person; the lady turned around politely.

"Yes? What is it dear?" She asked. Jessie continued.

"Please…my teammate is sick…is there anywhere here that could help him?" Jessie straightened out from her doubled over position. The woman took one look at the red 'R' on her shirt and turned away, muttering things like 'criminals' and 'wanting attention'.

"Please come back!" Jessie cried out, but the woman kept walking; the team rocket member cursed and then proceeded to ask other people around her questions. However, after seeing her uniform, they would ignore her completely.

"Just a act!"

"Stupid criminals!"

"Stay away from me!"

Jessie, after realising she wouldn't get any help from the people around her, walked over to the one Pokemon centre that was available. She opened the door shyly and entered the building.

"Welcome to the Pokemon centre!" The nurse Joy said at the counter, and her Pokemon cried out softly with her, "How may I help?"

Jessie felt tears of relief spring into her eyes.

"My teammate is sick…he ate a poisonous berry and I don't know what to do! I know he's not a Pokemon but is there anything you can do to help?!"

The nurse Joy gasped and thought for a moment.

"How is he now?" She asked and Jessie answered:

"He's got a high fever and it doesn't seem to be breaking…last time I checked it was at 103 degrees…"

The nurse Joy muttered something to her Pokemon and it went out of the room.

"I've just sent my partner to get some medicine." The nurse said reassuringly, "it is only meant for Pokemon but it might help. I'm afraid that's all I can do here."

"Thank you." Jessie said and the Joy's Pokemon came back with a small bottle. Nurse Joy taken it off it and handed it to the other female.

"Here."

Jessie took it gratefully, and thanked her again before running off in hope that the medicine might help, even if it was just a little.

"Was that a team Rocket?" The nurse Joy asked her Pokémon as she watched Jessie go. "I hope her teammate gets better…"

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The fire was surrounding him fully now, and was closing in all too fast.

"Jessie?" James cried into the nightmare, "Meowth?"

But his mind started to grow foggy, and all he was aware of was the fire.

The fire, which was trapping him.

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"James! Wake up!" Meowth cried out to the sick comrade, who had been tossing in his sleep for the past ten minutes, was now just lying lying completely still, sweating buckets. His breathing was also uneven and laboured, as if…

Meowth didn't want to think of that now.

Instead, he put the thermometer in James's slightly open mouth and watched it rise.

102…103…

The red liquid stopped just before it hit 104.

"You said you was okay!" Meowth whispered and pulled the thermometer out of James's mouth; the Pokemon snuggled onto his chest and lay down, wanting to make sure he was there for his friend.

"Don't die…" Meowth muttered, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

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"Don't die…"

Am I dying? James thought and found that he was in complete darkness.

Am I?

I don't want to…

James closed his eyes, and focused on waking up, even if it was for one last time.

Because even if it was, he would die happy among friends.

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"Not…dead…yet…"

Meowth perked his ears up, not daring to believe…

James was smiling at him weakly.

However, Meowth didn't fail to notice that James's heart beat was slower than before, and that his eyes weren't exactly looking at him, or the fact that that his breathing was coming in gasps.

And, by the look on his face, Meowth guesses that James was in a lot of pain too.

This might be the last time…Meowth thought and nuzzled into James's chest.

"Heh…you're acting like a Meowth now…" James breathed, and raised a shaking hand to stroke the Pokemon's head. Meowth lifted his head to meet the hand.

"I am a Meowth!" Meowth cried out quietly, aware of a headache that may be in existence. James said nothing but smiled, scratching Meowth's ear. He then looked back at the sky.

"God, everything hurts…" James murmured and smiled at the sight of two Pipipeck flying into the tree sheltering him from the sun. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again.

"I miss…stealing Pokémon…" James said and his breathing hitched slightly. Meowth grinned.

"Yeah- can't wait to steal the twerp's Pikachu again!" Meowth could feel small trembles coming from James's body, but chose to ignore them. James smiled and stared at, now, nothing but a orange sky.

"Heh…yeah…" James muttered before closing his eyes again.

"Wake up!" Meowth cried out, realising that the emerald eyes did not reopen. The Pokemon heard a slow, weak heartbeat but wasn't sure how long it would last.

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