Hi!

I know some of you were wondering about what White was doing in the hospital, and I am here to tell you! In a new exciting enstallment of Missing N Action! Coming to a theater near you!

I have good news and bad news. So, apparently this is not going to be in theaters...

but, you still get to read the chapter! Yay!

I sat here until I'd written what I could. Here! It's probs the shortest I've written for this story, but it's 1.5 pages long on word! Enjoy!
"White! Look, Cinnabar Island is right ahead!" Layla cried, pointing at a spit of land.
"I hear you! Let's land!" we gave the order to our feathered friends, who lowered us to the ground.
"Thanks, fearow," I murmured, ruffling his feathers. I pulled out the pokéball and sent fearow to rest, then approached Layla.
"White? Who's that over there?" Layla pointed into the distance. Sure enough, a figure loomed in the distance, and from the looks of it, the figure was that of a young adult male.
"I don't know, but they're getting closer." I stood motionless, watching the person approach. As they got closer, I was able to identify different things. Spiky hair, black tee shirt, could it be?
"White? What are you doing here?" Blue said, reaching us.
"We came to check out the remains of Cinnabar Island. You?"
"I wanted to see how Blaine was doing," Blue frowned. "The old man lived here since he was born, until he became gym leader and mayor. Everyone looked up to him as the town elder, advisor, and the best leader in Cinnabar, maybe all of Kanto. Losing his home must've been a big loss for him. But that's beside the point. This place is no playground. You two should leave, before either of you get hurt."
"No way!" Layla stepped in. "I have sentimental feelings for this place too! I'm not just going to leave and forget about this place! In fact, I'm leaving you two!" Layla stomped ahead, towards the unleveled pathway towards the cliffs.
"Layla!" I cried. I ran after-tried to, before Blue grabbed my arm.
"Hey! What gives?" I struggled to release myself.
"I'll go after her. You stay right here. Do you understand?" Blue asked sternly.
"No! She probably won't listen to you! You're the reason she walked off anyways!" I answered back.
What I think could have been a wholesome argument was cut short by a high pitched shriek echoing from the cliffs.
"Layla!" I screamed. I ran towards the way Layla had left. Blue followed right behind me, and the two of us ran at full speed in search of Layla.
"Layla?" I looked around. Rocks piled up around a clearing in the cliffs, and dust piled up in the air.
"Oh no," Blue murmured. "Landslide."
"Layla!' I rummaged through the rocks. Where was she?
"White, come here!" Blue cried. I ran over, finding myself hardly breathing. Layla lay not more than a foot from me, hidden under rocks, unconscious. Immediately, or whenever I managed to move again, I moved the rocks snaring her. Poor Layla was a mess. Every inch of exposed skin was either dusted, cut, or bruised.
"Layla," I whispered, tears leaking from my eyes. "Layla, you can't be-"
"She isn't," Blue interrupted, his hand over her heart checking for a pulse. "We have to get her to the nearest hospital, and fast. The one hre didn't survive, from what I know, so we'll be safer heading for Vermillion City. Let's go." Fearow and I both readied ourselves to fly again, only this time, Layla was flying with us. I leaned her head on my shoulder, and let her lie limp on top of me. My arms gripped her tightly, and my tears flowed down my cheeks.
The moment we reached the ground I was on the move. Running for the hospital, with Layla being half-lifted by Blue and myself, we burst into the hospital, where, at the sight of Layla, free nurses got straight to work. Layla was placed on one of those moving hospital beds, and Blue and I were asked to wait in the lobby
"Blue, I'm worried. What if we were too late? What if-" I was silenced by Blue's sudden hand on my shoulder.
"White, this place is known as a hospital. Where sick or injured people get better. The doctors here are trained to help save lives. We did what we could."
"You aren't taking this seriously, are you? Sabrina trusted me to look after her sister, and not even a day later, this happens. I can't lose her, Blue. I can't lose Layla." Fresh tears replaces the stale ones that had been resting on my cheeks.
A doctor approached us. "You two may follow me to room two, where your friend is being looked after."
Immediately I jumped up, following the doctor down the long hallway.
"She'll be okay, right?" I asked the doctor, who turned back to look at me with a frown.
"We don't know for sure," he said. Immediately, without thinking, I let out a sobbing cry. Blue put his hand around my shoulders.
"It'll be ok, White, she is strong. She'll be fine." He said. I wasn't too sure I believed him, but I leaned my head on his shoulder. I looked into the other rooms, and the different patients inside. I felt I was going crazy, because one room we passed held a teenage boy with green hair, and expression similar to N's.
Just a coincidence, I assured myself. Focus on Layla.
Blue didn't seem to do the same. Instead, he turned and faced the same room I had been looking in, and I could see his face turn to one of surprise.
The girl sitting by the boy in the bed jumped up, pointing at me. "That girl is wearing my old trainer uniform!" she cried. I stood confused. I was wearing the outfit Blue had given me on day one, the one that once had belonged to Leaf. But that would mean…..
Blue's eyes narrowed, then widened. "YOU!" he shouted.
I looked from Blue, to the girl, to the boy who's hand the girl had been holding the entire time. My attention, however, focused primarily on the boy. His green hair, his look of mislead innocence….
N?
I walked over slowly, squinting my eyes. The boy sat up, looking curiously at me.
"Is that you, Hilda?" he croaked softly. Immediately my expression turned into joy.
"N! It's you! It's really you!" I screamed, hugging him tightly. I laughed, and N did too, although his seemed weak.
"Sorry,' I quickly apologized, letting him go. His goofy grin stayed on his face, however. The girl walked over to me.
"So," she said, with a hint of anger, jealousy, or something along those lines. "This is the famous Miss Hilda…."

So...um...

We sent two characters to the hospital...

don't worry! Reshiramgirl88 and I are nice people!

Even though more people will be going to the hospital soon...

maybe...

byee!

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