Author's note:

Howdy everybody! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post this chapter, this week has been busy (sorta). I usually post them like a whole 24 hours earlier... Now them, let's get down to business to defeat the Huns (accidental Mulan reference). Once again I'd like to thank FrozenSpace, razmacka, Savannah, and SairentoNeko. Speaking of SairentoNeko, she wrote the most fabulous rocketshippy fanfiction for me called Lost. Anyways, I encourage you all to R&R please, and you're all great peple who are going to go far in life. If you're reading rocketshippy fanfictions, you've got your priorities straight. Sorry for the long author's note. Now for chapter 4 of The Curse of the Weremon!

Disclaimer: I own Pokemon! Just kidding, i don't own anything except the plot.

The doctor walked out of James' room. The stream of doctors and nurses had been nonstop all night, and now it was just the one, walking into the waiting room with a grim look on his face. He scanned the waiting room, empty except for Jessie and Meowth, plus some teary eyed women and a worried man, sitting in their chairs and watching the doctor hopefully.

"Friends and family of James Morgan?" the doctor asked. Jessie and Meowth stood up and walked over to the doctor. The doctor looked at them sadly.

"Before you ask, I honestly don't think he's going to make it. He's got about a 20% chance of living, but if he wakes up sometime today I think he'll be fine. If he does wake up, call a nurse, all right?" he said. Jessie felt the tears running down her face. She didn't care. The only person who didn't avoid her, the only person who cared for her, the love of her life, her James, was dying. She wouldn't care if the twerps walked in right now.

"All right," she said, walking past the doctor into the hospital room where James was staying. He looked terrible.

His hair was just a shadow of its former periwinkle beauty. His emerald eyes were shut, and the peaceful look on his face was almost eerie. He had bandages and casts just about everywhere, and he was hooked up to several machines. The heart monitor was steadily beeping, very very slowly. His skin was pale and doughy, and the sparkle and joy that he once had just seemed to be gone. Jessie gently sat in a chair beside the bed, and Meowth carefully hopped onto Jessie's lap, and then he tiptoed onto the bed, and curled up next to James' head. The doctor looked in. "You two look awful," he said, "You should try to get some sleep." Jessie nodded and, once the doctor left, she looked into James' face. As gently as she could, she leaned over him, her face just inches from his. She gently kissed him on the lips and whispered, "I love you." With that, she curled up in her chair and tried to get some sleep.

James was sitting in the middle of a field, surrounded by grass Pokemon. They weren't the least bit afraid of James even though they were wild. They happily ran in circles around him and jumped up and down on his lap. He was laughing. Jessie loved his laugh. He had such a stupid contagious laugh that no one could not laugh at. The sun was shining, and the smell of the grass and flowers was just lovely. Suddenly, it started raining. Jessie looked up and noticed that the sky had turned grey and dark in a matter of seconds. She looked back down at where James was. The grass Pokemon were gone, and so was James' head. His lifeless body was still sitting up in the position James had been, the hand clutching a rose with white knuckles. The stereotypical grim reaper stood by, holding James' head in his skeletal hand, and laughing an evil, monstrous, horribly terrifying laugh. Jessie tried to move, tried to scream, but she couldn't. All she could do was watch the reaper toss James' head into the air and catch it like it was a bouncy ball and laugh. His laugh was hideous, and it made the whole atmosphere feel darker and evil. Suddenly, Jessie woke up.

She was still in the hospital, sitting in her chair by James' bed. James was still alive, but just barely. The doctor's words still ran through her head. If he wakes up sometime today I think he'll be fine. Jessie looked at the clock. It was only 10 A.M. She sighed in relief. James still had a couple of hours to wake up before he… Jessie pushed the thought from her mind and noticed Meowth was gone. She glanced around the room, and saw a note sitting on the nightstand.

Dear Jessie,

I have to talk to you. Whenever you get up come to the cafeteria

Meowth Jessie thought about how weird it was that the cat pokemon wrote so well and knew how to spell cafeteria. Then she looked at James. She didn't want to leave him, but Meowth was waiting. She kissed him lovingly on the head and whispered, "I'll be right back."

Jessie sat next to Meowth in the empty cafeteria, poking at her cold, unappetizing food. Meowth looked concerned and worried, and maybe guilty?

"Jess, I gotta tell ya someting I should've told yous a while ago.

What is it, Meowth?" Jessie responded. The way Meowth was acting made her nervous.

"I know wut dat creature that attacked Jimmy is…" he paused, not sure if he should go on. Jessie got scary when she was mad. Jessie leaned forward. "It was a manmade creature from da boss's lab."

"…What?!" Jessie nearly shouted. Meowth nodded solemnly. Jessie was infuriated. How dare the boss do that to HER James?! Didn't he have other pathetic Rockets he could unleash his monsters on?! There was no way it got out on accident, that just didn't happen. They killed the creatures before they escaped. Something was probably going to happen to her James… It probably had some sort of poison that would do something to HER James. Jessie resisted the urge to smack Meowth in the face with her mallet and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Jessie rushed into James' room and sat down by his bed with a humph. "What's wrong, Jess? You look upset," James asked. Jessie sighed.

"That Giovanni… setting that monster loose on you, I swear I'm going to-" Jessie stopped and looked up. "James… You're awake?" James looked down at his body, covered in bandages and casts. He looked around the room, and then at the palms of his hands. He looked at the back of his hands. Then the palms of his hands. Then the back. Then the palms. He wiggled his fingers.

"Yea, I think so…" he said unsurely. Jessie fought the urge to embrace him as she pushed the nurse button and felt the tears of joy running down her face.