And I present to you… chapter three! What sort of things will happen to our characters in this chapter? Well, let me just say that this isn't a very good chapter :3 It seems so… gross to me xD and seemed to take a long time to write. Lyra drugged, but since I've never actually be on pain killers before I have no idea what the experience is like, so I know that it's probably nothing like the real thing. Maybe you guys could give me some tips? (Not implying that you guys are all running around breaking ankles and cutting things open!)

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Chapter 3

"I can't believe this!"

I gaped at Lance, who was pacing back and forth in front of my hospital bed, looking like he hadn't slept in days. He'd showed up randomly in my hospital room about five minutes ago, taking it upon himself to be the one that finally told me what was going on.

You couldn't blame a girl for wanting to know why she'd suddenly been shot, right?

I regretted in now, though. Knowing this... it just made my head hurt, and trust me, enough things hurt on me without adding a head ache onto them. Leaning back on the cushy pillows behind me, I grumbled deep in my throat, irritated and annoyed, if a little dopey because of the drugs they had me on.

"So your telling me... that the bastards that fucking shot me... are Team Rocket?"

Lance sighed, stopping his pacing and setting his hands on the railing at the end of my bed, looking at me with a tired expression, "Please Lyra, try to control you language, we are in a hospital. And they didn't shoot you, even though they came close. The only thing wrong with your shoulder is a shard of glass getting impaled in it."

That's right. I couldn't even have the fame of having a bullet in my arm. It wasn't nearly as totally awesome to hear that some ones shoulder had gotten sliced open by glass. Stupid glass. I hate you.

"Doesn't matter! Either way, I'm bedridden for another three days, and I want to know why I didn't fucking know about Team Rocket fucking earlier... fuck!"

Lance looked like he was ready to face palm, or kill himself, "Lyra, you are rambling. Stop swearing, or else I will make them keep you here for another week."

I narrowed my eyes, "You can't do that!"

Lance glared back at me, "Yes, I believe I can."

"Bitch."

"Nurse! Oh Nur-"

"W-woah! Okay! I'll stop swearing!" Under my breath, I said, "You'd think that the least I'd get after getting shot was being allowed a little potty mouth."

"You didn't get shot,"

"Will you shut up and just tell me about Team Rocket already!"

Lance grumbled something under his breath, which I pretended not to hear for his own good, before he said, "There has been suspicious activities in the streets for a while, rumours that Team Rocket was back, and looking for vengeance. I thought it was just gossip, stuff like this gets said every year, but then Will got cornered on the way to the... ah... bar, by Team Rocket. They tried to beat him up, but his Pokémon got him out of there unscathed. Then we called you in... and this happened."

I grimaced, staring up at Lance, who stared down at me. This was one of the moments that I should say something intelligent, wasn't it? But... uh...

"What?"

Lance did face palm this time, looking aggravated, "Lyra, did you listen to a word I just said?"

"Of course I did! You said something about vengeance... and Will... and him beating someone up, then going to a bar with that said person!" I smiled triumphantly. I proved him wrong!

Lance groaned, "I... think it might be best if we talked about this issue after you are off of whatever drug they have you on, Lyra."

"I'm much more coherent and clear headed on this drug! I'm going to ask for a permanent prescription!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you aren't."

"I hate you Lance."

Lance just turned and walked towards my door, ready to leave already. I pouted. He was the only company I'd had besides Wendy and she was always off running around with her red headed hottie. Speaking of hotties...

"You know Lance; I don't know why we never dated!"

Lance visibly cringed, then turned to glare at me over my shoulder, "What?"

I grinned at him, throwing my uninjured arm wide, "I mean, you are totally hot, Lance! The best body I've ever seen! And that hair! I love red hair. It my favourite color ever! Come here and kiss me, now!"

"I'm leaving now."

"No! Come back! Ravish me!" He left. Why would he turn down such a perfect opportunity or bring our non-existent relationship to the next step?

"Stupid red heads. They're good for nothing bastards. Like the idiot Silver. No matter what, he's NOT hot, and I don't like him! Not at all! He means nothing to me! I don't need any guys in my life, especially not red heads!"

"Good thing I'm not a red head, then."

I jerked wildly, glaring at the shape in the doorway. It was him! My mortal enemy! My least favourite person ever! The guy I wanted to strangle! Ethan!

I pointed at him dramatically, "Bastard!"

Ethan blinked at me, black locks falling into his eyes, "Didn't I just hear Lance tell you that he'd get you confined here for another week if you kept swearing?"

"Do you think I care? He's not here anymore!"

Ethan gave me a weak smile, before walking across the room and taking a seat on the edge of my bed. I pulled my legs up and glared at him viciously. His weak smile fell from his face before reaching up to run a hand through his already messy hair.

"How are you doing… Lyra?"

My eye twitched, "You… told people stuff…"

I could see the blood rushing into Ethan's cheeks before he looked away, staring down at his feet, "I'm sorry, Lyra. I should never have said anything like that. I just hoped that you'd take it as romant-"

"EVERYONE THINKS WE'RE A COUPLE!"

Ethan flinched away from me, raising his hands, "Don't yell!" I glared at him, then crossed my arms, which hurt because of my bad arm and the fact that I hadn't had any drugs for like, three hours, and stared into my lap. I knew my lips were pouted and I knew that I looked like a little child, but I didn't give a damn.

"Lyra?"

I ignored him.

"Lyra, come on. I said I was sorry!" He waited for me to say something, but I just hugged my elbows harder and squeezed my eyes shut. Ethan groaned under his breath and I could practically see him getting all teary eyed. Ethan had always been a bit of a wimp.

"Seriously, Lyra? The silent treatment? We're not kids anymore!"

Ignoring. Just keep ignoring. Don't you dare open your mouth, Lyr- I jerked wildly when Ethan poked me in the stomach, causing me to jump and bang by back on the bed rail. I flinched as the skin on my shoulder pulled with that weird feeling of thread getting strained.

"Don't do that!" I glared at my childhood friend, who just smirked.

"Come on, Lyra. We've known each other forever. I know your all high on drugs, you were like this that time that you broke your arm, but that's no excuse to be acting like a child!"

I spluttering, glaring at him, "What the fuck? I'm acting like a child? You were the one that confessed on national television that I'm your 'one true love!'"

"Actually, it was a radio intervi-"

"I don't give a shit! I want you out of my room! Get out of here! You are not welcome!"

Ethan sighed, giving me a tired look, "Lyra, breath, think rationally. I know you're angry, but please, just let me explain."

That was the first time he'd actual implied that he might have an excuse for the sin he did, "Okay... I'm listening," My glare clearly said 'no foolin' around.'

Ethan inhaled slowly, "I like you, Lyra," I opened my mouth to spit out some rude profanity, but he raced me to it, "And I know you probably don't like me back, but I want you to try and see just how good we could be together. We are perfect for each other! You know me like no other person and you are the person that makes me smile brightest, and it's the same for you, I know it is."

He took a pause, staring into my eyes with a searching look before continuing, "And I hope, I know that I mean the same to you. You barely ever smile for anyone anymore, Lyra, but anytime that you are with me, you light up like a chandelure. I'm not asking you to love me and I don't want to jeopardize the relationship we have already, but please, Lyra, consider us, together, as a couple. Go to the election party with me."

I gaped unattractively, before leaning back slowly, "I-I can't trust myself to say anything. I'm high."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, than whispered, "I think you're just as lucid as always, Lyra," Then he leaned in.

His lips were moving towards mine, his brown eyes staring deeply into mine. My heart thudded against my ribcage violently and all I could think was 'Oh my god, he's gonna kiss me!' but I could let that happen. I might have my head in the clouds, but I was lucid enough to know that this was bad.

So, I turned my head.

His lips pressed against my cheek, applying the lightest of pressure and even though it wasn't on my lips, it still made my head spin wildly. He pulled away, his breath puffing over my cheek, warm and moist. I'd never really realized just how good Ethan smelled...

Then he was gone. Just like that he leaned back, before standing up abruptly. His eyes were shadowed; hurt flickering in the depths, "I must apologize, Lyra. I crossed the line. I hope you can forgive me."

Without another word, Ethan turned and walked from my room. The need to call out his name, beg him to listen me out, rose up inside of me, but that horrible feeling that something was lodged in the back of my throat kept it from bubbling out, leaving me staring after him, guilt and relief warring with my emotions.

"Oh shit," My voice sounded weak and my hair fell into my eyes as I ducked my head, "Did that seriously just happen?"

An ache was staring to work its way into my shoulder, the drugs must be almost worn off. My hands were shaking violently in my lap, and I felt horrible. Looking up, I glanced around my room, taking in the white walls, the small couch in the corner, a desk beside it, the bathrooms door in the other corner and finally the fifty year old television, currently turned off.

Then I sniffled.

"Oh no..." There wasn't anything I could do. The waterworks were determined to start up on their own, with my assent or not. A few tears trickled down my cheeks, and my throat tightened up as a sob worked its way up, but I fought it down, reaching out with my hands so I could clutch the blankets tightly.

I'd screwed up big time, but yet I couldn't help feeling angry that Ethan had put me in this position. Was it possible to be guilty and totally pissed at the same time? It seemed like it. Reaching up my hands, I rubbed my eyes, my hands coming away stained with my own tears.

"Stupid boy! I hate boys! They are just… not worth my time!"

Stretching out, I slammed my head down onto my pillow and closed my eyes. There'd been simpler times, when I was younger and Ethan had been nothing more than my annoying, gawky little friend. My only friend, actually. We'd grown up in such a small town that the only other person close to our age was my sister, and it was uncool back then to hang out with siblings.

When had I started to notice Ethans view on me change? The nearest time I could remember was back when I had first started my journey and he'd trailed after me like a lost puppy, constantly trying to convince me to stop and come back to our little home town, where we could play more games. By then I'd been over childish games, though. I wanted adventure. I wanted Pokémon.

Stop thinking about him, Lyra!

"Now all I've got to do is stop crying!" I sniffled heavily, adjusting my good arm so that it was clutching around my pillow, my bad one positioned over my side.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, snot making my upper lip slimy. I'd never been a cry baby, I'd always prided myself in not crying.

"I'm not a cry baby, not a cry baby! Not a cry ba-"

"Hey lil-sis! How's it go- What's wrong?"

I looked up, and standing there, against all the odds, was Kris and in her arms was none other than Shakra, daughter of my Meganium and the cutest chikorita ever born.

I shot into a siting position, "Holy shit! Shakra, come 'ere, baby girl!"

Kris faked a frown, "Whatever druggy, don't greet your best sister," despite that, she still let loose Shakra, who vine whipped straight into my arms, letting loose the sweetest scent ever.

"Chika, rita, chik, rit chika!"

"You're my only sister and I love you to, Shakra!" My tears had finally stopped and I pointed to the Kleenex box beside my sister, "Pass me some of those, slave."

With a handful of Kleenex in hand, my favourite baby Pokémon in my arms and my sister sitting on the edge of the bed, I might as well have been the happiest girl in the world. And to make matters better...

"Time for some more pain killers, Miss Kotone! Have you been in pain?"

I shook my head as the nurse approached, staring hungrily at the needle. The first rush of drugs was always the best. Or so I thought. The last thing I heard was Kris asking in a speculating voice as I drifted off of a pink cloud, "So, why were you crying, twerp?"

KRIS POV

My sister was a twerp and as dense as a magikarp. She may have gotten better over the years, but it was no big mystery that she was still secretly that derpy girl she'd been ten years ago. So I wasn't that surprised when I had heard that she'd gotten herself tied up again in some evil organization, because she just didn't know when to stay away.

I watched with distaste as the nurse gave my sister another dose of drugs. I didn't believe in that stuff. Better to suffer through a little pain rather than be totally doped up and have no idea what was going to come out of your mouth. I watched with idle interest as the drugs made my sisters eyes go fuzzy, half expecting her to konk out right then with that chikorita clutched in her arms.

Instead, she answered the question, her voice slurred, "Ethan gavem me a kish!"

"What?"

"A kish! Right on da cheek! It made me all twingly, Krish..."

I gaped at my sister. Twingly? Really? How much drug did the nurse give her? "Well, lil-sis, I've been telling you for years that Ethan liked you. Should have listened to me, I guess," Why was I even bothering to try and keep up a conversation? Not like she'd remember my advice later on.

Lyra sighed heavily, letting Shakra jump of the bed and onto the floor where she began to sniffle around the room, looking for something to eat. Stupid fat chikorita, "Doeshn't matter, anyway! I like shomeone elshe!"

I sighed, collapsing back on top of her legs and feeling bored, "Do ya, now? Let me guess. His name starts with 'L' and ends with 'ance'," God, don't start THAT crush up again. I had to sit there and listen to Lyra rant about how 'awesomely amazing Lance was!' when she first met him.

"What? No! Of chourse not! Lanche is like... twishe my age!" (Author note; Obviously she forgets earlier :3)

I looked at my sister, blinking in confusion. Who else could she li- Oh god no! "Please don't tell me it's that idiot trainer Joey, cause I swear to all that's good and mighty, I can't take you liking the dip weed aga-"

"Ew! No! Ewwy! Why are you so shtupid, Krish? Joey? Really? My fucking phone shtalker?"

"Don't try and hide that you liked him back when you were twelve!"

"Shut up!"

"I can remember it now! 'OH! Joey's ratatta are soo strong!' and 'Oh! Joey is positively the most handsome person eve-'"

"Shut up, Krish!"

I laughed, giving her a teasing look, "Calmer down, lil-sis, I'm only screwing with your head. You never liked that dimwad."

Lyra huffed, "Good," Then her eyes lit up, "But I do like Shilver!" (Lyra, your memory span is very short today.)

"I mean, who could actually like that twe- Wait? WHAT?" I spluttering, sitting up abruptly, "That stupid red head kid that STRIPPED you?"

Lyra blinked innocently, "Yeah! I ran into him a while ago! He'sh as hot as I remember!" She gave a dreamy sigh. I face palmed.

"Good god, can't you at least choose a nice guy for once, Lyra? You're so stupid with this stuff."

She blinked at me accusingly, "You got pregnant while you were drunk, Krish!"

I glared at her, "And now me and Morty are happily married! So shut your trap, you little twerp."

She grumbled under her breath, "Whatevsh!"

That called for another face palm, "God, sis. Don't say that, you sound like an idiot."

"You're the idiot!"

"Don't start this."

A sigh from Lyra, "Whatever."

"That's better. Now how long till you're out of this death trap?"

"Tomorrow."

"Seriously? Why are you even here today?

"...I faked pain sho I don't have to quit da drugsh."

"Lyra!"

"They're real nishe!"

I sat up, hopping off the bed to walk over to the only window in her room, "I should tell the nurse on you."

"No! Don't!"

I gave her a dry look and she cringed, "How many stitches do you even have?"

"...twenty."

Snort, snicker, "Dear sister, I had fifty six that time that I sliced my thigh open!"

"Well, you're the tough one! Why don't you leave me alone with Shakra and go find your boyfriend?"

"He's my husband, dimwad, and maybe I will. He's here somewhere. We can sneak off into a closet and have wild se-"

"Krish! I don't need to hear about your shex life!"

I laughed, walking back up to her and patting her on her head, "You're going to be okay, Miss Kotone. You aren't nearly as dopey as I thought you would be."

"When I'm better, I'm gonna kill you."

"You won't do that, you'd miss me too much. Now good bye. I'm leaving you to your own drugged fantasies'. At least try not to drool on the pillow."

Turning, I ignored Lyras protests behind me, walking from the room and carefully avoiding stepping on the baby chikorita, taking a moment to plop the Pokémon pokeball on the desk beside the couch. Lyras room led right into the ICUs lobby, which was filled with bustling nurses and doctors. I strolled out into the middle of the traffic, ignoring the dirty looks I got from some of the nurses as I got in their way and instead making my way towards a certain blond head and lean body seated at a bench.

My husband looked up at me with those killer violet eyes and a small smirk touched his lips, the kind I only brought out in him. I took the seat beside him, smiling, "My sister is drugged past being able to comprehend the world. It's actually quite funny."

Mortys smirk grew, "If I do remember correctly, a certain woman who had just given birth was quite addicted to a similar kind of drug for her short stay in a hospital."

I snorted, reaching an arm and linking it around his neck, grinning, "Don't remind me. I supposedly said some pretty bad things."

Morty just grinned, leaning forward, his warm breath puffing against my face. He smelled like mint, "I didn't mind some of them."

"Of course you didn't," I closed the distance between us, lightly pressing my lips against his. He returned the kiss, tongue just barely scraping along my bottom lip, but I didn't give him access to my mouth. It was a common rule between us that making out in public was off limits.

I pulled back, ignoring his hands trying to tug me back, "Nu uh, mister. You'll have to wait until we get home."

As I rose, Morty sighed, muttering just loud enough for me to hear, "What about the floor of the car?"

"Someone might peek."

"Closet?"

"Nurse might walk in."

"…trunk?"

"God Morty. Start walking."

As we walked towards the doors, Morty dragging his feet, I gave my sisters' agent a nod as she skipped in through the automatic doors. She had a dress bag in her hands. I already felt bad for that sister of mine.

So! Love, hate, detest so badly you want to rip my head off? I know it sucks! I'M SOO SORRY! R&R.