I'm PREGNANT! Chapter 17, a pokémon fanfic

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Chapter 17

Drew stared down at his cell phone, at May's text messages. He had told her he was alright now, he told her he would tell, he said she made him feel better. Andshe had. He went to Little Root before moving to Sootopolis, the officer Jennys down there put him into interrogation and forced him to stay there for a few hoursAnd finally after Drew had answered all of their questions, they sent him away. And he had felt better, until he got to Sootopols. The same guilty feeling flowed downto his gut and he felt horrible. Dreams of Amy seemed to haunt him and force him to wake up several times in the night. He blamed himself for having these dreams,these nightmares. He blamed himself for Amy's death and he didn't know what to do.

Saying you're sorry isn't enough Drew. What's done is done, and we can't do anything about it

He tossed and turned with thoughts of Amy in the night and thoughts of May in the day. She was right, saying sorry wasn't enough. But he didn't know what else to say, to do. He needed her, more than anything now. She was always there before, and now he needed her to be there again. He needed her because he didn't know what to do. The guilt will go away she had promised. For Amy's death, maybe. But for what he did to May, the guilt would forever stay with him, for the rest of his life. How do you say you want to get back together? he wondered, to the girl you cheated on? But the same answer retuned to him over and over again, you don't. It was as simple as that. Cheating was meant as a sign, was meant to say "we're over" in the most painful way. But Drew didn't cheat because he wanted it to be over between him and May. He didn't even know how it started, one thing led to another. He first met Amy when he first moved to Petalburg, she was a nice neighbor, and he didn't think much of her. When he wasn't dating May, he hung out with her, and he remembered having fun with both girls. And then Amy called Drew on the day he was going out with May, she told him to come over quick and he did. She started to show him a CD collection and the next thing he knew, she was on his lap saying she loved him. He remembered blushing, saying that he was flattered but he was already dating. Amy said that he was allowed to date two girls; he didn't question her because he liked her and May a lot. So he began to date both ever since he was thirteen. And then when they turned sixteen, Drew noticed that Amy had started to change, she wore tighter clothes, showing off her beautiful figure. It was strange of her because she mostly wore jeans and loose t-shirts, but when she did the sudden change Drew's hormones began to react. And when they did have sex for the first time, Amy said she wore tight clothes because she wanted Drew to do it with her. And then Drew tried it with May, but she didn't push it on him, and she had denied it several times saying it was better to go outside. He hated it when she did that, but always went with her. Then he always went with Amy to the bed and went out with May. The weird thing was was that May was the one who got pregnant when they hadn't done it much, and Amy was baby-free.

Thinking back to that memory, Drew noticed how unfair he had been to Amy, he loved her just as much as May. And that added onto his guilt. He made her do suicide when he shouldn't have. Drew reached for his cell phone tiredly; he wanted to see if May had replied.

From: May Maple-(556) 582-2875
To: Drew Almond-(556) 812-4459

It's good that you went to tell. I want to know what went on, so reply, okay?

Drew stared at the text message before replying to it
From: Drew Almond-(556) 812-4459
To: May Maple-(556) 582-2875

It went well; I told them and moved to Sootopolis. But, May? I don't want to sound whiny or anything, but I still feel horrible. I keep having these nightmares about Amy's death, it's like I can see her jumping into the water and showing up at Little Root. It feels like I'm going crazy and I don't know what to do.

"Is that your cell?" asked Ash.

May blinked and looked around. They were on the plane riding back to Montgame Island. Ever since the night before, Ash made sure to stay beside May to help her if she threw up again. And ever since last night, May felt guilt swelling inside of her, no matter how many times she reminded herself that Misty dropped Ash; she knew in her heart that she was supposed to tell Ash she called.

May reached for her cell phone, 2:53 Am. She groaned, what could have been so important she had to wake up for?

Ash looked over at May, she was tired, and heck she was exhausted. She had woken up several times last night to throw up and when she wasn't, she was laying on her bed trying to keep the room from spinning.

Ash yawned and closed his eyes again. "Don't pick it up," he muttered. "Wait until tomorrow."

"I take every call seriously, Ash." May opened up her cell phone to see Drew's text message.

From: Drew Almond-(556) 812-4459
To: May Maple-(556) 582-2875

Going crazy? May stared at the screen, but it was true, Drew had written he was going crazy. May saddened, she was feeling so angry at him for cheating on her when before, she was going to go to Ash's for a month. If she and Drew had not broken up, she would have been the one cheating and asking Drew to get back together. And now, now he was miserable, blaming things on himself when they weren't his fault. He told the police so why didn't he feel better? Why does Amy keep going into his head when she's dead?

May stared over at Ash; he was sound asleep with his head on the plane window. May looked back at her cell phone and began to reply

From: May Maple-(556) 582-2875
To: Drew Almond-(556) 812-4459

You don't sound whiny Drew, but you don't sound like yourself either. I'm so sorry that you're still feeling horrible; I thought that you would be better now. But I guess I was wrong. Maybe all you need is someone to talk to, like what we're doing now. We'll keep on text messaging each other and that will keep your mind off of things. Right now I'm on the plane going back to Montgame and we'll be staying there for a few more days and then go back to Pallet. What about you? Reply soon Drew. And really, I'm sorry I wasn't much help.

May clicked send and put her cell phone away, now she was feeling horrible too.

"Misty…"

May turned to Ash, he had small smile on his face as he said Misty's name. Was he dreaming of her? May groaned and rested her head on Ash's shoulder. "I'm horrible," she said in a low whisper. "I am the most horrible person on Earth."

"Misty…"

"You're right Ash," May closed her eyes. "It would have been better for you if you took Misty instead of me."

"Misty…"

"You keep saying her name over and over again," May felt tears clouding up her eyes. "But I've never heard you say mine once."

"Misty…"

"Yeah, everybody loves Misty." May sat up when she heard Ash's cell go off. She reached for it and saw that Misty had sent a text message.

From: Misty Waterflower- (556) 502-4356
To: Ash Ketchum- (556) 987-4432

That's it Ash, I'm sick of calling you. I really want to tell you something that's really important. Please reply Ash, I need to talk to you!

"Misty…"

May placed Ash's cell back into his backpack. "And I bet she's thinking of you too."

Ash woke up the next morning to see May's head on his shoulder, asleep. He smiled at her and looked around. Most people were already awake, ready to land in Montgame. He reached for his schedule, now that the dinner was done, he was expected back in Montgame for three more days and then he would go back to Pallet. Pallet, that's where he wanted to go most right now, go home and sleep for a week, but he only had a day in Pallet before he was expected back at Montgame. He sighed and rested his head back on the seat, sometimes he wondered, was becoming an Elite 4 that important?

"People of the plane, we are going to land in two hours. I suggest you wake up right now and get ready for our land. Thank-you."

Ash stood up and headed towards the bathroom, careful to not wake May. It was strange, but the night before, he had a dream about Misty. He didn't dream of her often, but yesterday's dream seemed so real, as if Misty were calling him. He dreamt that he went back home and Misty was waiting for him. She told him that they had never broken up and Pikachu was fine. He had felt so happy in his dream but then he heard May, he could've sworn he heard her.

"I'm horrible," she had said. "I am the most horrible person on Earth."

And when he wanted to tell her she wasn't, she disappeared out of his dream. It was strange, strange that out of his whole dream, he remembered that part the most. He shrugged it off, he never did care much for his dreams, they weren't real.

"Finally," yawned May. "We're in Montgame."

Ash laughed, "and you've done nothing but yawn ever since we got off the plane. Don't tell me you took that call."

May froze, "w-what call?"

"You know, the one that woke us up yesterday. At 2:30? And you said 'Ash I-'"

"Ohh, that one." May yawned again. "Yes, I did."

Ash shook his head, "you're crazy."

"And tired, lets get to our room."

"Okay," the two began to walk towards the hotel. Unlike the first day May came, today was hot and dry out. She had to pull off her bandana so she wouldn't sweat so much. She knew that no matter what, today she would go to the beach. It was too inhumane to stay inside of the hotel, even if they had AC.

"-and then I'll be back."

"What?" May stared up at Ash.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"Not really."

Ash sighed, "after we put our stuff in the hotel I'm going to check on Pikachu, you can take a nap if you want to. And after I check, I'll go to training at 3 o' clock and be back at nine."

"Hey wait!" said May, taking her bandana to fan herself. "I want to see Pikachu too!"

"Okay then, you can."

May fell to her knees, "it's sooo hot here."

Ash grinned and helped May up, "yup, Montgame isn't always pretty weather. Every so often, it loves to throw us a hot one."

"When I'm here?!" whined May. "I'm here to go on vacation, not burn to death."

"You chose the wrong day then."

May groaned again. "Aren't you hot?"

"I am, but there's really no point in whining about it."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, because the hotel is right there."

May looked up and immediately smiled; the hotel! It would have AC and she would be able to live. "Yes!" she shouted as the hotel came nearer and nearer. "Beautiful AC! We can live now!"

Ash laughed, "You're being over dramatic."

May smiled too, when they entered the hotel; Lydia was happy to see the two again and smiled. "Hello Mr. Ketchum, Ms. Maple."

"How do you know my name?" asked May, "I don't remember telling you."

"Young Mr. Ketchum did," Lydia turned her attention to Ash. "I am so very sorry about Pikachu Mr. Ketchum, I hope he's alright."

"Thanks Lydia," said Ash, pulling out his trainer card once again. "We're actually about to check on him right now."

"That's a splendid idea Mr. Ketchum, just splendid."

May stared over at Lydia in disgust. Splendid? Who still says splendid?

Lydia handed Ash his card again. "Mr. Ketchum? Mr. Flame would like to speak with you again, he request you do so before leaving to training."

"Alright, I will. Thanks Lydia."

"Oh my pleasure Mr. Ketchum! Should I get Benjamin back to get your bags up to your room?"

Benjamin, who was not too far from them taking his break, immediately stood up. "Sorry!" He said, "I'm, uh, a little busy."

"We can carry are bags," said Ash, "they're not so heavy; we just packed some stuff in our backpacks when we left."

"Okay Mr. Ketchum," Lydia smiled. "You have a good day. And Ms. Maple?"

May looked over at Lydia, "hm?"

"If there's anything you want, anything, I'm just a call away."

"Um, thanks?"

Ash nudged May in the side. "Yeah, thanks Lydia that's very sweet of you."

"No problem Mr. Ketchum."

Ash picked up his trainer card and started towards the elevator. "What's 'um, thanks?'?"

"What? It didn't sound so bad to me."

"You're being disrespectful May, Lydia just wanted to help."

"Okay, I get it, no more 'um, thanks' for me."

Ash rolled his eyes. "Come on, I want to throw in are things and see Pikachu." Ash reached for the elevator buttons and went to the third floor.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

May shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "If Pikachu isn't… well. What are you going to do?"

Ash paused and looked away from May, "I haven't really thought of that. For Pikachu, we've been through some messy situations, so I hope he does do okay."

"Messy situations?"

"Yeah, like when he first became my Pokemon, Pikachu didn't agree with me on anything and he wouldn't help me, but we got in trouble with a flock of Sperow. Pikachu got hurt so badly." Ash sighed, "you'd think that after a couple of years a trainer would get better with making sure his Pokemon don't get hurt, but not me."

"No! NO! Ash, don't beat yourself up now, remember, Pikachu will be fine. Ignore what I said before!"

Ash stayed silent and looked towards the floor, pushing his hat down to cover his eyes. May sighed and hit herself in the head, she wasn't supposed to make Ash feel worse, she was supposed to make him feel better.

Ash left to their room, dropping his bag and himself onto the bed.

"Come on Ash, we have to go see Pikachu."

"There's no point," said Ash, closing his eyes. "Pikachu probably doesn't want to see a horrible trainer like me."

"Don't you want to see Pikachu?"

"Yes, but it would be too depressing."

May glared over at Ash and put her hands on her hips. "Okay then, I'll go see Pikachu, you can stay here."

When Ash still didn't budge, May began to make her way towards the door. "I hardly consider you a horrible trainer Ash, but I would if you didn't come and see your first ever Pokemon."

That made Ash sit up, and slowly, he followed May out of their room.

Ash walked through the doors of the Pokemon Center slowly, with May right behind him. If it wasn't for her, he would have probably still been at the hotel.

"Front desk Ash."

"Huh?"

May pointed to where Nurse Joy was standing, talking to another trainer. They were both smiling and laughing, that had to be a good sign, right?

Ash took a deep breath before heading towards Nurse Joy's desk. "U-um, Nurse Joy?"

Nurse Joy looked up and smiled sweetly at Ash. "Oh Ash, how was the dinner?"

"Fine."

"Did Erika attend?"

Before Ash could answer, May pushed passed him, "Nurse Joy, as much as Ash would love to answer your many important questions with detailed answers; he can't. He came here so he could see how his Pikachu is doing."

Nurse Joy turned to Ash and he nodded quickly. "Pikachu? Well, I suppose you could see him, but he's asleep right now." Nurse Joy stood up and called for a Chansey to take her place behind the desk, then she reached in her cabinets for a key and motioned for Ash and May to follow her.

The Pokemon center, as May was learning, was far bigger than just the front desk. There were so many hallways and doors behind the desk. Frantic Chanseys running through every so often to help another hurt Pokemon. And unlike regular Pokemon centers, this one made sure each injured Pokemon had their own room. And Pikachu's was in the healing area. Nurse Joy smiled before opening the door. "Ash, you don't know how lucky you are for having Pikachu. There were times when we really thought we lost him, but he pulled through. You can't take him with you today, you'd have to come back in four days."
Ash nodded eagerly. And with that, Nurse Joy opened Pikachu's door and disappeared, allowing Ash and May to go in.
Pikachu was resting on his bed peacefully. He had a tube going into his right arm, a wrap around band aid on his head, and a small band aid on his tail. But he was alive. As Ash and May entered the room, it seemed to freeze. They were holding their breaths, Pikachu was breathing quietly, and the only thing you could hear was the occasional BEEP from the machine beside Pikachu's bed recording his heart beat.

Ash and May found themselves chairs beside Pikachu's bed and continued to stare, both amazed that he was doing so fine when last they saw him he was on the verge of death. Ash didn't know what to do; he was too amazed, too happy to say anything. He's alive he thought as a smile slowly formed on his face, he's alive!
May stared over at Ash and reached for his hand, showing him he wasn't alone; he smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

Slowly Pikachu began to blink; he shook a little before finally opening his eyes. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on Ash, and stayed. "Pika?"

May could feel the corners of her mouth tipping upward. Her eyes, filing with tears. "He's alive," she whispered.

Pikachu smiled and looked over at Ash, standing up as if showing him he was alright. "Pika pi!"

Still, Ash didn't move, he was fighting the urge to cry. He reached with his free hand and touched Pikachu's soft fur coat. It was the same; it was the same as it always was. Pikachu was alright. Ash bit his lip and smiled at Pikachu. He felt a squeeze on his shoulder and saw it was May. "It's alright," she whispered. "It's only us Ash, you can cry."

Ash stared at May, and what happened next seemed to go in slow motion for him. He stood up and picked up Pikachu. Pikachu snuggled into Ash's arms happily. "Chu!"

Ash wrapped him in his arms as tears slowly made their way down his cheeks. It was the first time in a long time Ash felt happy, truly happy.

End of Chapter 17