Chapter 6- Sick

May's POV

When I woke up again, I found myself no longer in my room. The blue sky gleamed down at me. The steady beating of wings sounded on either side of me and I didn't even need to be told where I was. I closed my eyes. I was on Flygon's back.

"Morning Drew," I sighed.

"Morning?" he questioned, "May, it's 2 in the afternoon."

"Hmm, oh well, why didn't you wake me?" I asked, opening my eyes to look at him.

"You looked peaceful; I didn't really want to wake you up. You looked so tired last night I figured it might be better to let you sleep," he shrugged.

"Aww that's sweet, thank you," I sighed.

"Yeah, just don't get used to it," he mumbled, not looking at me. I snuggled up more to the blanket I had just noticed was around me. The wind whipped through my hair and I realized that it was still out and slightly curled.

"We're almost at the next contest," he informed me.

"Already?" I groaned.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I guess I just wish that I could've spent a little more time riding Flygon. I love it up here," I told him.

"You're the one who slept through it all," he reminded me with a grin.

Drew's POV

We dismounted Flygon. She looked disappointed as I returned him to his Pokéball. I couldn't stand it when she looked like that. I bit my lip. We only had a short amount of time to practise before the contest. I couldn't just let it go.

"If we win the contest, I'll take you for a ride," I told her, once she had come out after she finished her shower. She was again dressed in her usual outfit, with her usual bandana tying back her hair.

"I'll win!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing in determination.

"Don't forget we gotta do it together," I laughed at her change in attitude, when we entered the training arena, "and we won't do that if we don't practise." She took the hint and released her Blaziken. I let Masquerain out of his Pokéball. We practised and practised until we had perfected our routine. She groaned, flopping back in the sand of the practise arena. No other trainers had come in which was strange since the contest was about to start.

"C'mon, you didn't do anything," I teased, "You can't be that tired."

"My head hurts," she moaned in response, "I have a headache and I'm dreading going out in front of a screaming crowd." I knelt down next to her and gently massaged her forehead with my fingers.

"What are you doing?" she asked, but she had closed her eyes.

"Trying to help," I responded, "If you have a headache, it'll be almost impossible to concentrate." When I stopped, her eyes snapped open again. She whimpered like a puppy and grabbed my hand. She touched my fingers to her forehead again and pouted. I just didn't have the willpower to resist a look like that.

"Where exactly is your headache," I asked, "it's not going to help much just doing your forehead." She moved my fingers to the side and across her temple. She stopped, but didn't let go. I continued to massage her, her hand never once leaving its position on mine. I didn't want her to let go, but the MC announced the start of the competition. She got up, dusting the sand off her back.

"Thanks Drew, it really helped," she said, "I'm ready to win now." We walked out and found Ash, Brock and Max guarding the doorway.

"What are you guys standing out here for?" she asked.

"We were making sure no one went in to disturb you two," Ash answered, "we thought you two might want to be alone."

"Ash!" she squealed.

"What?" he asked, oblivious to the blush spread on her face.

"Look, it doesn't matter now," I said, "You're only going to bring back that headache. Let's go." I gently took her hand and led her away. I heard a wolf whistle from Brock and I blushed, deciding not to look at May.

Solidad's POV (Yay!)

I sighed, watching Drew take May's hand and lead her away towards the stage door. They would be on second. I noticed that Drew didn't drop May's hand.

"They like each other," I said, turning to the purple haired boy beside me, "they're just too scared to admit it to each other." I pointed to them through the crowd and Harley grinned.

"I'm working on it," he winked, "what do you think the roses are for? You know Drew's jealous of it." I nodded. Oh I knew. The first rose Harley had given May, had received a severe scowl from Drew. May hadn't given it much attention though, putting it straight into her bag. Drew's red roses always received more attention and we knew it.

"Should I give it to her now?" He asked, fiddling with the lavender rose he held.

"No, I don't think you need to get him jealous, look," I whispered back, pointing to the boy that was walking towards May, calling her name. I laughed as I saw Drew's expression turn sour and his hand tighten around hers.

"Ha, you're right," he laughed with me, "Just look at that expression! And look at May; she's constantly glancing at him for approval."

"Mm, he hasn't noticed the way she's backing up behind him. He's just glaring at the boy. Their body language just screams 'couple'," I reflected.

"They are such a good couple and they don't even realise it," Harley sighed with exasperation.

"It's driving me crazy!" I exclaimed, "And they wonder why everyone thinks they're going out." Harley clicked his tongue.

"You should give that to her after the competition," I told him. He nodded and put it away.

May and Drew were grinning at each other after winning their fourth ribbon. May squealed as she rushed down the stairs, dragging Drew behind her. Her eyes sparkled excitedly and Drew smiled at her. Oh why couldn't they see what a cute couple they'd make? Harley looked to me and I nodded.

"Hi Drew, hi May!" I called in my usual cheery tone.

"May, oh May!" Harley yelled, "I've got something for your win." He thrust the light purple rose in her face and I gauged Drew's reaction. He recoiled away from it, like it was a snake. He then scowled directly at Harley.

"It was so beautiful," Harley was saying, "that I just had to get it for you." May blinked before cautiously taking it, looking at Drew. He smiled weakly at her and she nodded to Harley.

"Thanks," she said.

"C'mon Harley, let's go," I said to him. We walked away a bit. I told Harley to wait for me in my room while I spied on the two. I circled back around and watched as Drew whispered something in her ear, scowling the whole time. I knew very well what he was telling her; the meaning of the rose. Light purple roses meant love at first sight. I had picked it specifically to see Drew's reaction. May gasped and blushed, obviously embarrassed by it.

"But he's not actually," she cried, looking distressed.

"Don't worry," he assured her, "remember he probably doesn't know what they mean." He was right. Harley didn't know what they meant, but I did and I had picked out each rose specifically to see Drew's reaction.

"But still," she spluttered, holding the rose away from her, looking extremely upset.

"Here, let me get rid of it for you," he offered. She nodded and handed it to him. He gingerly took it between two fingers and marched outside. I followed him at a distance.

"Stupid Harley!" he yelled, ripping petals out from the flower, "stupid purple, meaning love at first sight. Stupid Harley giving it to May!" He had ripped off all the petals and was stomping on it, before he crushed it into the ground.

"There," he smirked finally satisfied, "Harley won't be getting anywhere near winning May over like that. That's my job." I smiled knowingly at this. The roses were having an effect on him and I think he was near breaking. He walked back inside and I looked to the flower, which was nothing more than a mixture of purple and green pulp. Yikes, he was violent!

Drew's POV

I calmed myself as I headed back to May. It wasn't Harley's fault; he doesn't know what he's doing. When I spotted May, she was looking around, almost lost. Then that boy; Craig found her. He called her name and I scowled. I walked quicker.

"Where's your boyfriend?" he was asking when I reached her.

"Right here," I sneered, not bothering to tell him that I wasn't...Yet.

"Oh, right sure," he said, waving his hand, "I wanted to congratulate you May, you were really good."

"Thanks, but Drew helped too," she said. I hated this boy so much. He always made May uncomfortable by diverting all his attention to her.

"Oh sure he did, but you were the star," he replied.

"Um thanks I guess," She said, "If you don't mind, we have to go now." Finally. I scowled at him one last time before I led her out and released Flygon. Her eyes sparkled again. I climbed up and pulled her up behind me.

"Hold on tight!" I yelled as I ordered Flygon to take off. Her arms wrapped tightly around my body. I directed Flygon higher. She gasped and held tighter. I tucked her legs under mine as I gripped tighter. I ordered Flygon to do some tricks. She squealed in pure excitement. I chuckled. I liked making her angry; she was cute then, but making her happy, I'd discovered, gave me a new sort of thrill that I couldn't get enough of. She rested her chin on my shoulder when we levelled out again.

"Thank you so much," she whispered, her breath lightly brushing against my ear.

"You're welcome," I replied. I liked it up here with just May and I. No one could interrupt; no one to tease us or ruin it. No one else to take her attention away. It was just me and her. Her focus on me and our moment. I'd only discovered in the past week and a half how jealous I could really get. I hated it when any other boy showed her attention, or when her focus diverted from me or something we were doing. I was deep in. I knew it.

I have no idea how long we had stayed up in the air.

"Look Drew!" she cried, pointing over my shoulder at the horizon, "isn't the sunset beautiful?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "we should probably head back."

"Yeah, I guess," she said, "oh well, we get to ride Flygon tomorrow right?" I hesitated.

"Actually, I thought I should give him a rest," I explained, "he's pretty tired from all the flying he's had to do."

"Oh ok."

"Hold on," I instructed her. She tightened the hold she had on me again and I felt her face press into my back. I started directing Flygon down and towards the place we were staying. I dismounted. She jumped off and I caught her before I returned Flygon back into his Pokéball. I looked at her face and noticed that her cheeks were extremely red, but she wasn't blushing. Her eyes lacked their usual shine.

"Are you ok?" I asked, frowning.

"I didn't want to say anything," she admitted, "but I don't feel too good at all. My headache's back." She put a hand to her head.

"You should have told me," I hissed, watching her stumble as she walked inside, "You could have lost your balance and fallen." The thought made me feel sick. She moaned and suddenly collapsed. I reached forwards and caught her before she could hit the ground. I heard footsteps and Max, Brock and Ash came out.

"We saw you guys land," said Ash, "and decided to come greet you."

"Where have you been?" questioned Brock. They noticed May as she moaned again, still with her eyes closed.

"What's happened to my sister?" Asked Max.

"I don't know," I replied, "she just fainted then after she said she wasn't feeling well. She was grumbling about a headache at the contest and now look at her!" She groaned and clung to me, her breathing heavy and raspy.

"I don't know what to do!" I exclaimed, panicked all of a sudden. Brock stepped forwards and placed his hand on her cheek.

"We have to get her to bed," he explained, "she's burning up." I carried her up to her bedroom and laid her gently on the covers.

Brock went into the kitchen and came back in with a wet cloth and a bowl of cold water. He placed it on her forehead. He poured red liquid onto a spoon. He held it to her mouth and she turned away. He tried again, but the spoon was knocked from his hand, spilling the red stuff on her sleeve.

"I need her to drink this," he sighed, "but I can't get it in her mouth."

"Let me try," I suggested.

"Sure, but I don't know if you'll make any difference." He handed the spoon and bottle to me. Ash took the cloth from her head and dipped it in the water before putting it back. Max crawled up next to her and took her hand. I held the full spoon to her. She sighed, but didn't turn away.

"C'mon May," I whispered in her ear, "You have to drink this. You have to get better." She sighed again and refused to open her mouth. I brushed it against her lips and she pinched them tightly.

"We have a competition to win," I told her quietly, still next to her ear, "There are people here who care about you getting better." She moaned. And her lips loosened, but not enough to put the spoon in her mouth.

"Max cares; he's holding your hand waiting for you to wake up," I said, begging her now, "Ash is helping, changing the cloth on your head." She groaned and her lips moved slightly. I almost had her.

"Brock is standing helplessly next to you," I whispered. She parts her lips a little more.

"C'mon May you're almost there," I encourage, "Please take it, I'm worried about you." She opened her mouth enough for me to pour it in. It sits there.

"Now swallow," I instruct, "or I'll have to keep whispering like this." She made a strange gurgling noise.

"I know it tastes bad," I whispered again, "but think about all the people who care about you. Do it for them." She swallowed and turned her head to me, her eyes still closed.

"That's better," I said, "now get well."

"How did you do that?" asked Brock.

"Yeah, she never takes medicine," Ash said, sounding amazed.

"What did you say to her?" asked Max.

"I just kept telling her that people care for her and she needs to take the medicine," I shrugged.

"I think you should look after May tonight," suggested Brock. I nodded. What harm could it do?

May's POV

I woke up from an interesting dream. Drew had been telling me to swallow some vile liquid. He kept saying how everyone cared about me and I needed to take it. He said he cared and so I swallowed it. For him. Because he cared. I opened my eyes and saw Drew was hovering over me, dabbing my head with a damp cold cloth.

"Drew?" I questioned.

"May, you're awake," he exclaimed, "thank goodness."

"What happened?" I asked, "Shouldn't we be on our way to the next contest? We'll miss it!"

"You're not going anywhere," he smiled dryly, lightly touching my forehead, "Your fever has only just broken."

"Fever?"

"Yeah, don't you remember?" he asked.

"All I remember is after we got off Flygon, I was feeling dizzy," I answered.

"Well you fainted," he explained, "We took you up here. It took a bit of coaxing, but I eventually got you to swallow your medicine. I've been changing this cloth for you. Max has been really worried. He hasn't left your side." He pointed at the boy sleeping next to me. I ruffled his hair, smiling slightly.

"The poor boy only just fell asleep," he murmured.

"You've been looking after me," I stated, realizing what he had said earlier.

"After I got you to swallow the medicine," he started, nodding to my question, "Brock and Ash decided I was a miracle worker. The left the duty of looking after you to me." Wow, I thought, I've never taken medicine from anyone before. I hate the stuff. What did he do?

"My head feels funny," I complained.

"What kind of funny?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I feel giddy," I laughed, everything seeming funny.

"Can you put Vulpix back into her Pokéball?" I asked him, gesturing to the lump next to me.

Drew's POV

I looked at her confused as she pointed to Max and then I understood. It was a side effect of the medicine.

"You're delirious," I mumbled.

"No I'm not," she slurred, "put Vulpix back now, before she does something naughty." Her voice pitched higher as she said the last word.

"Ok," I agreed, deciding it would be best to humour her, "I'll put her away, but you have to go back to sleep first."

"I don't wanna go to shweep," she pouted like a little kid.

"You have to," I told her.

"No," she cried, "I don't wanna."

"But May, you need to or we won't be able to do anymore contests," I said, exaggerating a bit. She pouted and snuggled down again.

"Drew?" she called.

"What?"

"Kiss me!" she cried. My eyes widened and I froze.

"W-What?" I stuttered

"Kiss me Drew," she repeated, "I pwomise I'll go to shweep after." She giggled.

"I can't do that," I told her.

"Why not?" she pouted.

"Because you're delirious," I said.

"Pwease Dwew," she begged, her voice getting more and more slurred. This was something I wasn't used to.

"No," I said firmly.

"Yaw being mean," she accused.

"Trust me," I sighed, "you'll thank me later when you're back in your right frame of mind."

"Dwew," she whimpered, "pwease. It's jusht one kish."

"You'll be glad I didn't later," I repeated.

"Then I won't go to shweep," she said stubbornly. She crossed her arms. I did the same.

"Oh pwease," she begged, starting to cry, "I want you to kish me." Oh boy, if only she was in her right mind, but then if she was, she wouldn't be begging for me to kiss her.

"Dwew," she whimpered, "don't you wike me?"

"Ok fine," I caved in. She smiled and closed her eyes. I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes and pouted.

"That's the best you'll get," I warned her, "now you promised you'd go to sleep."

"Ok Dwew," she sighed, closing her eyes. I sighed in relief. That was really close. It was almost too much to bare to turn her down like that, but I knew it was for the best. I dipped the cloth in the cold water and put in on her head again. It was going to be a long day.

May's POV

I opened my eyes slightly. Drew was hovering above me again, turned slightly as he was talking.

"She was begging for me to kiss her," I caught him say.

"Who was?" I asked. He looked at me in shock.

"May!" Max cried, jumping on my bed.

"You had us worried," said Brock, coming to the side of my bed.

"Yeah May," agreed Ash, "we're so glad you're finally awake." I put my hand on Max's head and turned my focus to Drew.

"Who was begging for you to kiss her?" I repeated.

"You were," he answered.

"What!" I exclaimed, blushing like crazy.

"You were delirious," he shrugged, "You said you didn't want to go back to sleep unless I kissed you." I opened my mouth, but he continued.

"Boy, are you stubborn though, you didn't give up when I said no," he grinned, blushing just slightly, "eventually I kissed your head and you went back to sleep."

"I'm so sorry Drew," I whimpered, "I don't remember doing that. Must be so embarrassing."

"I'd figure it would be more embarrassing for you," he smirked slyly, "I'm used to girls throwing themselves at me just begging for one kiss from me."

"Don't flatter yourself," I snarled, "I would never have done that if I knew what I was doing." Something flashed in his eyes, but it passed to quickly to know what it was. He flicked his hair and left without saying another word. They all looked at me and then the door. I stared in confusion. What did I do?

A/N: If you're wondering how May got sick, I'm going to blame it on the lack of sleep she had and then the cold night air from flying all throughout the night.