"C’mon Ash!" Misty called out behind her. His steps had stopped several meters behind her.
"Ash?" she turned around, widening her eyes before calling out to Brock. He arrived several paces behind her. Misty cocked her head,
"He doesn’t look to well." Brock rolled his eyes and moved foward. His foot narrowly missed a crawling Weedle.
"And I think I know why," Brock replied. He pointed to the pokèmon before him.
"E-you! Its a bug!" Misty gave a fainted scream, and was greeting by a scold.
"Piiiiiiiiii!" chorused two pokèmon in unison. Pikachu was sitting. Beside his trainer, ears down. Misty saw the pitiful creature, and kneeled down beside him.
"It’s okay. Wait! Just..." Misty was in a mad scramble, the contents of her back-pack being tipped over the path.
"Found it!" She flourished a bottle of antidote high in the air.
"Uh, Misty. That’s for pokèmon."
"I know!" Misty hissed,
"But what’s to say it won’t work for humans? Well?" Brock did not offer an answer, but took the bottle from her.
"You better hope this works," he said. Misty glanced and started getting her things together quickly.

It was an hour later. The group was gathered in a clearing some way through Viridian Forest. Brock regretted ever making them come back on a trip so he could visit his family. Ash’d seen his, Misty didn’t want to, but Brock missed them. He felt it was all his fault, if only he’d not insisted, Ash wouldn’t be lying there as if dead. As if sensing his thoughts, Misty spoke,
"Don’t you go thinking if you hadn’t insisted we come on this journey it wouldn’t have happened. For all we know, it could’ve happened in the middle of the sea, in a way, with a Tentacool squirting acid. That would’ve been nasty." Brock sighed. He knew Misty was trying her best, but oh, who cares? Brock struggle into his sleeping bag and tried to forget.

So here they were. Struggling to get this far. Oh why oh why! Ash couldn’t die, she wouldn’t let him. Even if she had to get her pokèmon to take him to Pewter City. Maybe she should tell him how she felt now, before it was to late. But he wouldn’t hear her. Don’t Ash, don’t. I love you Ash Ketchum, don’t die on me. Please.
"Please Ash, don’t die on me, please, I love you..."
"If we don’t get there soon he’ll die!"
"I know Misty, but, but what can we do."
"Pika, pika-pi!"
"Huh Pikachu?" Misty looked at the little yellow rodent. Pikachu was pointing Ash’s pokèballs.
"But what could they do?" Pikachu glanced around, and waved his arms up and down furiously. Then he made to look like he was carrying something.
"Flying, carrying... I’ve got it! Pidgiot could fly Ash to Pewter city!" Misty exclaimed. Brock looked at her, dumbfounded,
"We’ll have to get him out the pokèball." Misty blinked. She looked at Pikachu, and he pointed to a particular pokèball. Hesitantly, she through it.
"Pokeball! Go!"
"Pidgiot!"
"Pikachu?" Misty asked the pokèmon, saying ‘tell him what we want’. Pikachu nodded, with a stubborn,
"Pi-ka!"
"Come on Misty!"
"I’m coming! Oh, but, but what if they are attacked, oh, oh..."
"Calm down. It’ll be perfectly alright."
"I hope so."

. . . . . A day later at Pewter City.

"Finally, quick Brock, where’s the hospital?"
"Uh, that way." Misty ranoff in the dirrection he pointed, and Brock had to hurry to catch up. She skidded to a halt in front of the Pewter City General Hospital, and despite the ‘no running’ rule, ran inside.
"Hey! You shouldn’t run in hospitals!"
"Look, I’m sorry miss, but my friend, he was stung, his Pidgiotto flew him here, well to Pewter City." The nurse narrowed her eyes,
"Do you mean Ash Ketchum? He’s on Ward 3, but you ca..."
"Thanks!" Misty rushed off once again. A second or so later, Brock hurried in, walking to the same nurse,
"Nurse Tina isn’t it?" The nurse nodded.
"Ah, yes, well..." Brock! A little voice nagged, It isn’t time for asking her out! He shock himself suddenly,
"My friend Misty just came in..."
"You mean that rude red-haired brat that didn’t stop to listen to me fully? She ran off to Ward 3, but..."
"Thanks!"

"Ash!" Misty cried out, staring through the greeny glass. She couldn’t see much, to many people, white, beeping.
"Misty."
"Wha? Oh, Nurse Joy."
"I thought I’d find you here, when I was called about a fainted Pidgiot. Ash’s."
"What? Pidgiot fainted?!" The nurse nodded.
"A group of trainers found them, Ash was very lucky. I think I know why he was on Pidgiot. Ash was stung by a Weedle. But there’s something else..."
"Antidote. Ah, well..."
"Oh, I see, well, I better... Stay here Misty."
"But, Ash!" Misty watched Nurse Joy walk away, not listening to what she had to say.
"Oh, oh, what can I do? Damn it I love him, can’t anyone see?" she pleaded to the air.

"Pika-pi! Chu pika! Pika-pi!"
"Wha? Pi, Pikachu?"
"Pika."
"Ash! Are you, omigod, you're okay, oh Ash." Misty exclaimed, as Ash watch her, slightly confused. And it didn’t help much when Misty hugged him.
"Wha? Misty, you..."
"Nine days!" Brock spoke, "You were unconcious for nine days!"
"I was?"
"Pi-ka!" Little Pikachu had been in a state of depression each of those days, now overjoyed Ash was okay. To Pikachu as was more than his trainer, he was his friend.
Misty had been much the same as Pikachu, and had to be drugged to keep from Ash. When finally, in reluctant sorrow, they let the group see him, he’d woken. He woke for Pikachu. Would, would he have woken for me? Misty wondered. So she spoke,
"I may as well say it now. Its better than never saying it till it’s, too, too late. Ash, oh Ash, I, I love you."