Another Day Goes By

By: Enja

Part: 9

Ages: Ash: 13, Misty: 14, Tracey: 16, TR: 20

Ash’s P.O.V.

	I had been sitting in the waiting room for a while now. Tracey had been in the ER 
and was now in the ICU. The man who was driving the truck was really unhappy about 
this. He was now sitting in the corner with desperate eyes and Pikachu was trying to 
comfort him. We had heard no news from the doctor and it was now getting dark. I 
needed some fresh air and was about to leave when the doctor came running up to me. 
“Are you Ash Ketchum?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Well, come to my office with me.” I did so.

	We were now in the doctor’s office. “My name is Dr. Garetty and I am taking 
care of Tracey,” He said as he sat down across from me. “How is he?” I asked. 
“Well…not to good. He was hit pretty hard, he will survive but he has a serious 
concussion and is partly retarded.” At this I groaned. My buddy was no longer with me. 
Oh and his dream, his dream. His dream was now destroyed and it was my fault! Tears 
started to creep out of my eyes. The doctor sighed and left. I got up and ran out of the 
hospital. I ran for what seemed like forever. I was about to slow down when I rammed 
into something. I got up quickly and called to who ever it was. “SORRY!” 

	“Ash…” The figure said. I turned around and saw  “MISTY!” I called. I jumped 
into her arms and sobbed. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Tracey…he’s…” “He’s what?” 
Misty interrupted. “Retarded…” I say and trail off. I heard Misty start to sob. 

A/n- R/R!  (Sorry, getting a little demanding right now.)