Here's another part of this guide for your amusement...the doctor's office with Ash and Pikachu.

Disclaimer: I still do not own pokemon...


(Part VI: Doctor's Office) Written by Brock Stone.

There comes a time in every trainer's life where your pokemon needs to get a checkup. No injuries, no poison status, no weird parasitic organisms; just a standard check up. If you happen to live in a big town or city, you will have all the luck of going to a Pokemon Center and having your pokemon examined by a friendly Nurse Joy. She will take your pokemon, and then she will return them after the exam is complete. But in a small town, you may have to take them to a regular doctor who is qualified in pokemon medicine.

Ash sat in the quiet waiting room, holding his Pikachu in his lap. He had to admit, the chairs were quite comfortable. But the elevator music playing in the background was getting really annoying after listening to it for fifteen minutes nonstop. Pikachu had picked up a magazine, but threw it down when he noticed how old it was. It was mostly about housekeeping anyway.

Some distance away, a middle-aged woman sat reading one of the outdated periodicals, while her Eevee sat on the table that held the magazines. Its eyes were runny, its coat lacked the usual luster, and it occasionally let out some rather wet sneezes. Ash really didn't want to risk getting some pokemon sickness, even if Professor Oak had told him there was nothing to worry about.

Ash began scratching his Pikachu's ears as he waited for the nurse to call them into the room. He wished his mother hadn't been so insistent of having Pikachu get a checkup; he could have brought the electric mouse to the professor when Oak and his grandson returned from their vacation at Seafoam.

"Mrs. Michaels, the doctor will see Edwina now." A plump nurse waited at the door, and the woman brought the sick Eevee into the other rooms. Pikachu, not knowing that the sneezes had been aimed at the magazines, picked up one out of boredom. Ash was too busy looking at someone who had brought in his Abra to notice.

When you wait for the doctor to see your pokemon, it is important that you watch them around the other pokemon. Even if your pokemon are in good health, the same cannot be said for the pokemon of others.

"Mr. Ketchum, follow us please." Another nurse, similar to the other plump nurses at the office (all conveniently named Nurse Patience), escorted Ash and his pokemon to an examination room. The brunette nurse handed the trainer a clipboard of papers as he entered. "Please fill these out and we'll see you both afterwards."

Ash sat down on one of the hard chairs while Pikachu reclined on the padded table. He looked at the papers, and took up a pen.

"Name: Pikachu. Trainer's name: Ash Ketchum. Date of Birth: ...I'm not quite sure..." Some of the questions Ash was forced to leave blank, due to the lack of knowledge he had on the subject.

Before going to the doctor, make sure you have your pokemon's records with you. It saves time and causes less stress.

A few minutes later, the doctor entered the room. He had gray hair, glasses, and a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He looked to be about fifty, and very friendly. "Hello, I'm Doctor Jay. And this must be Pikachu."

The doctor scratched the mouse pokemon behind the ears, examining the yellow pokemon as he did so. He pulled out a little light and shined it into Pikachu's ears; first one, and then the other. He shined the light into the pokemon's eyes, letting out little "hmm"s every now and then.

He checked inside Pikachu's mouth, then checked his heartbeat and lungs. Dr. Jay stood back, putting the stethoscope back around his neck. "Your Pikachu is in fine condition so far. I only need to do a few other things."

Nurse Patience wheeled in a cart that had a small scale and another strange instrument that looked like a car battery. "I'm going to take Pikachu's height and weight, then check the amount of electricity in his cheeks with this." He indicated the car battery-looking machine.

"Tip top shape." The doctor finally said. He marked down something on his clipboard. "Professor Oak sent me Pikachu's records, but it appears as if he's never had his shots."

"I don't think he has, either." Ash admitted. The doctor shrugged. "No big deal." Pikachu sighed in relief. "I can just give him his shots now." The yellow pokemon facefaulted.

It is very wise to keep all records of shots on hand, as many of them are very important for safety and legal reasons. Sometimes a doctor will give your pokemon a whole bunch at one exam, just because so many are vital to your pokemon's health.

Another nurse wheeled in another cart, this one covered with countless hypodermic needles. The doctor slipped into a pair of rubber rain boots, and began prepping the first needles and Pikachu's arm. The pokemon was struggling to get away from the nurse, who also had on rubber boots.

"I'd advise you to hold onto your pokemon; it seems to help calm them." Doctor Jay said, before inserting the needle into the spot.

"PIKACHUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

Do not forget to go to the office prepared for shots. Rubber boots, gas masks, and fire-resistant suits are a few of the ways you can protect yourself from your pokemon's wrath.

The secretary looked up as Pikachu walked out of the room licking at a bright red lollypop, followed closely by a very singed Ash. He was still smoking from the last several thunderbolts he received.

"I'm a little fried right now. Could you bill us later instead?" Ash waited for the lady to nod, then limped over to the door with Pikachu leading the way.

The obvious downside to going to the doctors instead of a Center is that Nurse Joy and her pokemon will handle your pokemon's exam, and it will not be necessary for you to hold down your pokemon when the needle comes in contact with your pokemon's skin. Ash later remarked that when Pikachu needed an exam and Professor Oak was out, he would travel to Viridian City.

(End)


I thank everyone who's read and reviewed this fic, and that I have yet another idea concerning an incident in this chapter...Ash is not going to be too happy...