Author's Note: Again, please review! I don't know how I'm doing if I don't have any reviews! Oh, and I don't own Pokemon or anything.
Chapter 2
Intense light flooded her eyes; she instantly shut them. After a few moments, she gradually opened them again. Her surroundings were still blurry. She knew for a fact that she was laying down on something comfortable, probably a bed. The room was completely white from ceiling to floor. Three windows lined the wall. She assumed the windows were open for she could feel the cold breeze filtering in from the outside world. Everything was so quiet, except for the occasional car horn in the distance. It was almost too quiet…
"Chansey!"
The girl's heart nearly burst. She bolted upright in the bed and frantically tried to crawl backwards, away from the giant pink oval that startled her. The girl's scream seemed to startle the oval as well; it flinched and waddled quickly out of the room. She tried to catch her breath, exhaling as loudly as she could. Her heart was still racing. She could feel beads of sweat dripping down her trembling cheeks. Suddenly, a familiar pain shot through her abdomen. She immediately fell to the bed, writhing in pain. Every nerve near her stomach area seemed to explode. She cried out, begging for help. She clutched the source of the pain: a small section a few inches to the left of her bellybutton.
A tall, slender figure rushed into the room. It was completely white, except for an area of pure red near its top. Everything was still so blurry; she could barely tell what the thing standing in her room was. The white figure approached the girl, who quickly held her hands up in defense. Calmly, the white figure pushed her hands down and moved toward her face. Suddenly, everything was clear. She could now see everything perfectly. Looking around, the girl now knew her surroundings: she seemed to be in a hospital room of some sorts.
What?
Just like that, everything came flooding back. The rain, the city, the panic, the chase, the battle. Her death. She could not breathe. What was going on? Was she in Heaven? She wouldn't be in Heaven, that's for sure. Hell? This couldn't be Hell, she thought. Hell is fiery and terrifying. Although, this was pretty terrifying. A million other thoughts filled her previously empty head.
"I-I…I thought I was…" she managed to get a few words out before the figure interjected.
"No, sweetie, you're alive," the figure's sweet voice trailed off. The girl turned to face the figure, which was now standing by the side of the bed. The figure was a young woman, judging by her curly pure-red hair and white high heels. She was obviously a nurse; she wore a clean white dress that fell to her knees and a small, white rectangular nursing cap. Her smile seemed to illuminate the entire room; giving off vibes of peace and happiness. The girl in the bed immediately settled down before the nurse continued, "I saw you get attacked by the guy, it unfolded right in front of the Pokemon Center! If you had been anywhere else…you might've," the nurse paused, "I'm Nurse Joy, by the way."
The girl in the bed was staring at the nurse, trying to ignore the agonizing pain of her wounds. Luckily, they were heavily bandaged; she almost looked like a mummy. She attempted to smile as if to thank the nurse. The nurse smiled back before revealing a clipboard from behind her back.
"Well now that you're finally awake, I need to get some information about you," she flipped through the papers clipped to the clipboard and began to fire off questions, "Name?"
"Liz…Liz Argenta…" she said as she tried to adjust her hospital gown.
After a few moments of scribbling on the note pad, Nurse Joy continued, "Age?"
"Nineteen…in July."
"Hometown?"
"I was b-born in Cherrygrove…b-but I live here in Goldenrod now…"
"Height?"
"Five feet, five inches"
"Occupation?"
Liz bit her lip. She couldn't reveal what her real job was, could she? She couldn't tell her that she was from Rocket. What would Nurse Joy do? Liz remained quiet and waited for the next question. Tension filled the room; the nurse was waiting patiently for an answer. After a few moments, the nurse glanced towards the corner of the room. Liz craned her neck to see what the nurse was looking at. Liz felt a shot of pain when she noticed what caught Nurse Joy's attention: a damp, bloody Team Rocket uniform lying on a white, foldable chair. The two exchanged glances: Joy's was of disappointment, Liz's was of timidity.
"It doesn't matter that you're part of," the nurse sighed audibly, "them…I couldn't just leave you out in the rain like that," she flipped through her papers and continued asking questions, "Anyway, do you have any Pokemon?"
Yeah, I have a Crobat. His name's…" Liz stopped.
Shit!
"Where's Xylo?" Liz screamed, almost falling out of the bed. Nurse Joy jumped back at the sudden outburst. She repeated the same phrase over and over again, increasing in volume and panic. Visibly frazzled, Nurse Joy ran out of the room to retrieve Liz's friend.
As soon as Nurse Joy left, another figure entered the room. It was a boy, maybe only eleven or twelve. He was wearing tan cargo shorts that seemed to have hundreds of pockets, an orange long-sleeved shirt, and a puffy black vest. His long brown hair fell in front of his eyes. He also wore a blue, backwards baseball cap. He couldn't have been more than five feet tall. A small, puppy-like Pokemon hid behind his legs; its orange fur matching the color of the kid's shirt.
"Carly! Stop it!" the young boy said, his voice cracking.
"Uh, kid? What're you doing in my room?" Liz asked, confused.
The boy picked up his Growlithe and sighed, "Well, we heard you cryin' and screamin', so I wanted to come see what was wrong…that's all." The boy turned around to leave, but before he could get out, his Growlithe jumped out his hands and bolted towards Liz.
"Grooowwwwwwlll!" it cried, jumping up onto Liz's chest. Liz had no idea what do to when suddenly; the puppy began to lick her face. She couldn't help but laugh. The boy, blushing, ran over and retrieved his Pokemon and began to scold her for her behavior.
"Sorry, miss…she's real young and I…" before he could finish, the door slammed shut. Nurse Joy was back, and in her hand was a Pokeball.
"Here's your Pokemon, Ms. Argenta…" the nurse said, her back towards the two kids. Her voice was odd, different. Liz couldn't quite put her finger on it. It seemed malicious, along the lines of evil. Maybe it was the heavy medication. Liz could have sworn her hair was not red. It was almost a blue-green color, and it wasn't even curly. Again, the medication was to blame.
Something's not right…