Me: I'm just gonna start this fast because I'm really eager to write this and everybody wants to know what happened to Leaf and Gary. Sorry for two huge drama chapters right after each other, but hey, it can't be all humor, right? I don't own Pokemon!

Nobody's POV

Dawn sat sniffling on the hard cold hospital chairs, with Piplup and Kenny patting her rubbing gentle circles on her back trying to comfort her. Paul was glaring at Kenny. Many people were having silent conversations.

Zoey was staring out into space while Misty was looking at Ash weirdly as he wasn't drooling over the cookies she was offering him. Pikachu, beside Ash, was sadly eating a cookie, and Misty patted his head.

Nobody really had much of an appetite, even though they had skipped lunch and their stomachs kept growling in the empty silence. The hospital was dull, with the occasional nurse coming or the computer beeping.

What was even worse though was not being able to know what happened to those dear to you.

Gary's POV

I slowly opened my drowsy eyes. I felt as if I was waking up from a 100 year long slumber.

I was in these strange white pajamas, and these creepy colored wires were coming out of places on my body that I didn't even know existed. My right arm was heavily bandaged, and there was this red stain in the middle. Complicated machines surrounded me in the empty white metallic room, and they kept beeping and showing weird calculations. It took about two seconds.

"I'M IN A HOSPITAL!"

I sat straight up, knocking over this transparent tube full of something that liked fruit punch. Nobody came. Terrible service.

I had to know what happened. I gingerly took a step out of the bed and placed one foot on the cold tile floor. I was expecting alarms to go off and the police to come rushing in, but nothing happened. I placed my other foot on the floor. Still nothing.

Sighing in relief, I got out of the bed carefully, trying not to hurt myself from something I didn't even know (I don't know, did I get amnesia or something, because I remembered everything except how the heck I got into the hospital. Was this a joke?)

I plucked the tubes and unfastened myself and my body parts from all the weird machines. Once I was free, I briskly walked a few steps. Bad mistake.

I slipped and fell on my butt. I don't believe this happened, but it seems like I "forgot" how to walk. This is impossible.

I walked slowly around the scary white room (they seriously needed a make-over, white gets old after a while) until my legs got used to it and I "remembered" how to walk.

I was about to get out of there when I realized something. They're not going to let me out.

I spotted a lab coat on a hook at the back of the room. Perfect.

I slipped myself into the coat (again, white) making sure my stiff arm got to rest and didn't have much contact with anything. I put on a stethoscope, stuffed my ying-yang necklace into the pocket and opened the door.

I was roughly welcomed into the world of hospital madness. Doctors and nurses were rushing around everywhere, shouting some kind of medical language impossible to understand. I thought I could just quietly slip out, but I must have been having a bad hair day or something because it definitely was not that easy.

"Oh, finally, doctor, you're here! Patient in Room 247 is having trouble breathing. She needs help ASAP. She was hysterical before, but we gave her..."

Nurses around me were getting me ready, slipping on surgeon masks and gloves. I normally would've enjoyed having so many girls touch me at the same time, but now was not exactly a "normal circumstance"…

Soon enough, I found myself alone in Room 247 with the door shut and the nurses gone. The machines were beeping irregularly, and the girl was lying on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest in an X and her eyes closed. Her skin was an ashy pale white, like porcelain, too fragile. One touch and she would disintegrate before my eyes.

I slowly walked up to her, not really knowing what to do. I frowned. She looked really familiar. I definitely knew her from somewhere…was she another girl I had played?

I was shocked beyond words when I realized who it was. It was Leaf.

…This cannot be happening.

I was now frantic. Leaf was in the hospital too? What if all of them were? Wait…didn't she prick me? She was the reason I'm here! So what's she doing here?

This was not good. The nurses said she was having trouble breathing. Was Leaf going to die because of me?

No. I couldn't let that happen. Not to Leaf. Determination surged through my body as I saw one of those electric shocker things sitting on the counter-top near me.

I smirked as I (You can't smirk now, you're best girl friend is on her early death bed!)picked up the device and turned to Leaf.

I gulped. I wouldn't kid with myself. I was no doctor. Could I really save her?

Fat chance of that.

Tears stung my eyes. Leaf can't die, she just can't. Not before I propose to her.

It was now or never. I took a deep breath, prayed for Leaf not to kill me if she came out of this alive, and charged straight for the bed.

I pounced onto the bed and pushed the machine right onto her chest. Electricity buzzed through the wires, and I myself got shocked too. My awesome spiked hair was frizzing up, I could just feel it.

Shoot. Leaf looked indifferent. Was I too late? Did I do it wrong?

As if on cue, Leaf sat straight up shouting a creative string of curses. I sighed in relief as I slunk down on to the floor.

I had done it. I had saved Leaf.

Leaf saw me and pulled me up by the collar while harshly saying, "You really scared me back there Gary. I didn't mean to hurt you, it was just an argument. But it turned into something it shouldn't have. I'm sorry, will you please forgive me?"

Her voice had softened, and by the end of it, she was whispering, her eyes overflowing with tears. Her orbs looked so pretty now, this gorgeous color of dark green, like grass swaying in a meadow.

"Leaf, I could never stay mad at you. Come on, we have to get out of here."

"One question-Why the heck are you the doctor?"

"I'll explain that later. For now, let's just focus on getting ourselves out of this darn hospital."

Nobody's POV

Out of Room 247 came a doctor pushing out a medicine cart. The lower shelf was covered with a white cloth.

Suddenly, alarms started blaring as the loud speaker went off. "Patient in Room 538 has escaped. I repeat, Patient in Room 538 has escaped." The doctor gulped as he bent down to the second shelf of the cart and lifted up the white sheet a tiny bit.

"Be quiet, they're onto us."

He quickly stood back up, straightened his coat and kept on walking, whistling a tune as if there was nothing wrong with talking to a cart. Though one nurse noticed.

"Hey, I think the doctor has a screw lose."

"You know, it's funny, I don't think I've ever seen that doctor till today."

Again the loudspeakers went off, "Patient in Room 247 has escaped, I repeat, Patient in Room 247 has escaped." The two nurses looked at each other in wonder. It sounded far-fetched, but could it be…?

"Hey, doctor!"

The doctor abruptly stopped and clamped his sweaty hands together. He turned around and called out in a fake cheerful voice, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

The nurse stepped forward, unconvinced, "I know this sounds weird, but are you really a doctor? And what's on that bottom shelf of the cart?"

That hit the supposed doctor hard. He quickly and anxiously replied, "Of course I'm a doctor! I think you need some time off. And on the bottom shelf are dangerous medicines that a young nurse like you shouldn't be handling." He quickly strode away, pushing the cart along, though no longer humming.

The nurse frowned. Something was not right with that guy. She spread it along to a couple more of her colleagues. May be they could catch him.

Gary's POV

I burst out of the doors, and all of my friends brightened up drastically. They thought I was a doctor coming with good news. Sadly, I was their friend, coming with bad news.

I threw the coat down and helped Leaf out of the cart. Our friend's looks were priceless. I should have got a camera.

"Gary? Leaf? Is that you?" Zoey asked.

"Yes, it is, now we gotta go, PRONTO!" I yelled at them. I glanced over my shoulder at the door. We didn't have too much time.

"But why?"

"It doesn't matter; I'll explain later, just GO NOW!!"

I pushed them over, sprinting away from the door. As if on cue, the doors burst open a second time to reveal some angry doctors and nurses and other medical people. "GET THEM!"

Luckily everybody caught on, and soon we were outside, trying to get away as far as we could away from that scary, all-white medical institute. They didn't ask any questions; we've been through weirder.

I thought they had given up the chase when I didn't see any more doctors dashing behind us. That was good, because my arm was hurting like hell.

It was too easy. I should have known. Sirens were soon heard. We sped up. Just a few more blocks till the beach house.

Hurry up! You're going as fast as a Slugma!

I'm injured, remember?

The ambulance was catching up. Shoot. I couldn't take it anymore.

We came to an intersection. The stupid cars kept coming, and we couldn't cross. I started yelling words that should not be repeated as the ambulance pulled up beside us.

"See, doctor, it's actually kind of funny…"

Me: That was fun to write!

Gary: Are you kidding? The last thing I want are people who have all these sharp strange medical tools angry at ME. And who's fault is that?

Leaf: You know, I shouldn't have to need Gary to save me like he's a knight in shining armor or something! I'm tougher than that! I can hold my own!

Me: Yeah, yeah, WHATEVER. This was an awesome idea, I just had to write it.

Leaf: Says you.

Me: Let's skip the pointless argument. Bye, readers, see ya next time! PLZ R&R and ANSWER MY POLL ON MY PROFILE!

Hey, what's up? Beach Madness, that's what! Chappie 10 coming soon!