"Hello ladies and gentle men! And welcome to the Stration City Pokemon Contest! I am your host Marian!" She said excitedly into the microphone, "I am proud to introduce you to your contest judges, Nurse Joy, Mr. Sukizo, and Mr. Contesta!" The audience cheered.
"Hey! Blair! Over here!" the feminine voice called out to him. The boy turned to see his friend, her dress a silky blue skin pressed dress, that flowed down to her mid-thigh. She wore sandals that spiralled up her calf Her hair was left flowing and curled up to her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes sparkled and grew big. No make-up was worn, it was just the way he liked her, she looked beautiful. Nothing other could compare to her in his eyes, "So.. What do you think?" she asked.
He blinked his eyes flashing back to realisation, "Y-You look... Amazing, really." The girl let a blush grow across her pale cheeks. Her brown eyes looked down at the floor, "I'd better get back to my seat, Biancia and Cheren are saving it for me. I'll see you out on the contest grounds." He ended with. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way down the hall way. He was thrown to his feet by the shaking ground beneath him, "White.." he got up to run back to the room, what he say next was terrifying, the room his best friend was in. Engulfed in flames. His hand covered his mouth he was speechless. People and pokemon began running from the room screaming, there was still no sign of Whitlea anywhere he ran back into the room. The flames surrounded him, the smoke mad it's way into his lungs making him cough harshly it was making it hard for him to see and breath, but he had to try he had to try his best, "W-Whitlea!" he made out. He waited a moment and heard a feint scream, it had to be her he had heard that scream and everyone else was sure to be evacuated.
"Help m-..!" she stumbled under debris holding her knocked out Oshawatt underneath her. He ran around frantically finally finding her buried, "B-Blair..." she said weakly. He pulled her out of the debris and carried her out the door shielding her head from anything falling. He still couldn't help thinking to himself how beautiful she looked. Even though her dress was torn and ash covered her face leaving the streaks of her pale skin showing where she had let tears fall. He held her close to him running around frantically trying to find a place to escape from the burning building.
"Hello? Is there anyone in here!" a man yelled.
"Yeah, h-help!" he coughed out trying his best to be heard. He started running towards the voices he kept hearing. He couldn't find the right direction. A hand was placed on his shoulder and turned him. Whitlea laid unconscious in his arms, "She- She's hurt and she's my friend.." He stuttered. The man nodded showing them the way out. Blair kept running he didn't stop until he reached the pokemon centre. It was a long path to get there, he was covered in ash and burns; Whitlea was covered in both ash burns, bruses cuts, and damage to the top of her head. He ran in through the door and screamed before dropping to his knees of exhaust and soreness. The nurses fled to their sides picking up Whitlea and taking her away from him. He cried just hoping she would be okay. It was so hard for him to see her hurt. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her hurt before it was just those times he prevented it from getting worse, this time, it was on his watch he wasn't there to save her, he couldn't prevent anything.
It was only a few moments until a nurse came in with her head hung low, "She's okay..."
Blair looked at her wide eyed, "But?"
"She's in a coma... Too much smoke and ash entered into her lungs it was making it hard for her to breath, and along with that she had something hard his her head and knock her out..." He stared at her, "I'm sorry, but there's no telling when she will come out of it..." He felt as if he swallowed his tongue, his throat went dry, "I suggest that you continue with out her. We will contact you immediately as she wakes up."
Blair got up and ran into her room to her side, "White, white get up please..." he cried taking a hold of her hand. Cheren and Biancia soon found the duo and went to visit her. Biancia and Cheren leaned up against the wall waiting for Blair but he didn't want to get up, he stayed there mourning himself saying that it was his fault. He didn't want to leave her, he wanted to wait, everyone knew that but he knew that he was going to have to go on with out her. Besides, even the nurses said that they would call immediately when she woke up.
But what if he was on the other side of the region? What if he couldn't get to her at that moment? What if he missed the call? What if she never comes out of it?
What if?
He sat there holding her hand with no intention of letting go. He had realised his friends had left. Blair took it upon himself to realise that they would wait for him outside. He slowly pressed his lips to the top of her hand squeezing his eyes shut at the very moment afterwards. Not letting go of her hand; he reached down into his backpack picking up the white orb and placing it in her hand. He knew that she would have better luck protecting it any way. He got up slowly watching her hand slip out of his. His eyes welling up with tears as he brought himself back down to her level planting a kiss on her lips, quietly and softly. He left the room and he didn't look back.