The Sickness
by:  Angelical Proportions
Disclaimer:  I do NOT own Pokemon.  For the love of me!  Who would really think I did?  If I did, why would I be sitting on my butt all day, writing these AAMRNs when I would be able to actually create it on screen?  Sheesh!

The slowly emerging, morning sun glazed the earth.  The now dim stars and moon began to fade into the bright sheild, needed elsewhere among the world for star gazing or moonlit strolls.  The tender, warm rays crawled slowly towards the Viridian Pokemon Center, drying the soft mud and wet grass.   A single thin ray shot through the curtains of one of the Poke'Center's rented rooms and laid upon a closed eyelid.  Misty felt the burning sensation and flipped onto her backside, avoiding both the sun, and the need to wake up.
"Come on, Misty.  You need to get up."  Brock said quietly.
"No.  Not today."  Misty grumbled, still trying to savor the wonderful feeling of Ash's lips; a leftover from another romantic dream of hers.
"Misty, it's already nine o' clock."  Ash said, just getting up himself as he sat in his usual sleeping bag on the floor.
Her mental picture had faded.
"I said no!"  Misty said as a final warning, throwing a bed pillow over at Ash, only to miss and land on top of Brock's sleeping bag.
"Misty?  Are you sick?"  Brock worried.
"... Yeah...  I guess...  Yeah!  That's it!  I'm sick!"  Misty lied, convinced it didn't work.
"I know what'll get her up."  Ash whispered into Brock's ear.
Without further notice, Ash screamed the one word that would frighten Misty the most:
"BUG!!!"
"Aaahhh!  Where?!"  Misty sprung from her bed in total shock.
Ash and Brock fell into a laughing frenzy.
"Oh, I see 'em... two little irritable gnats."  Misty recognized the joke instantly.
"Forget it.  I'm tired today..."  Misty said, climbing back into bed.
"Oh no you don't!"  Ash said, grabbing her covers.
"You'd better let go of those Ash Ketchum!"  Misty yanked back, now sitting up in alert on her bed.
"No, you get up."  Ash said, yanking back on the sheets.
Brock tapped on his shoulder.  "Hey, Ash.  Let them go.  Maybe she really is tired."
Ash, disturbed by Brock and being the only chance Misty had, she gave a final pull on the sheets and jumped back into bed.
"Hmm..."  Ash stared at her a moment.
"Hey, Ash.  You coming?"  Brock motioned towards the doorway.
"Where are you going to begin with?"
"Down to the lobby."  Brock answered, slipping on his usual green vest.
"Oh, got a date with Nurse Joy?"  Ash teased.
Brock smiled.  "Maybe... So, you coming?"
"No, I think I'll stay.  I wanna find out what's wrong with Misty."  Ash said.
Hearing this, Misty's eyes sprung open.
'Ash and me... alone?  Finally!'  Misty thought.
"Bye Brock!"  Ash called after his friend.
Misty closed her eyes as she heard the door softly close.  Her senses became very acute as she felt Ash lean over her body.  As Ash was looming over her, Misty suddenly opened her eyes.
"Great!"  she flung a sheet-holding arm to her side, smacking Ash in the stomach.
"Now I can't sleep!"  Misty whined.
Ash, recovering from the sudden blow, answered.
"You needed to get up anyway."  he wheezed, holding his stomach.
"How can I possibly sleep with you practically breathing on my neck?"  Misty said, rubbing the back of her neck to further her point.
"I wasn't...  nevermind..."  Ash said, standing up slowly.
"I just wanted to sleep a little bit more today.  I feel really queesy and sick."  Misty said.  The words seemed to roll off of her tongue, signalling a feeling of depression.
"Oh... I'm sorry Misty... I thought you was just being lazy."  Ash confessed.
"Lazy?!  When have I EVER been "lazy"?!"  Misty shouted, but before Ash could answer, she grasped her mouth.
"What's wrong?"
She made a slight groaning sound, then suddenly sprinted towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.  Ash stood firmly and stared at the door.
"Wonder what's up with her."  Ash said to himself.
He knocked quietly on the door.
"Misty?  Misty, you okay?"
"Yeah..."  she replied.
Misty heard the doorknob jiggle, but shouted in protest.
"No!  Stay out!"  
"What?  Why?"  Ash asked shocked.
"Just... leave!"  Misty screamed.  This has been a horrible morning.
"Misty?  Are you sure you're all right?"
Ash heard muffled sobbing from the inside of the bathroom.  He gasped.
'She's crying!'  he thought.
Ash flung the door open, startling Misty beyond all thought.  She shook slightly, feeling all of the paining fear of throwing up again, and how awful it all felt, how much she hated the feeling.  Her legs were burning against the frozen tub as she sat, bending over the edge of the toilet, and holding onto the sink for further support.   Her fingers gripped the shower curtain and sink so hard, her knuckles had turned as pale as her face.
"Misty!"  Ash was about to say 'You look terrible!', but decided against it.
Instantly, he rushed to her side, placing his hand on her shoulders to get some attention from her.
It worked.  She turned around to face him with red stained eyes, a trail of fresh tears streaming down her face.  She bit her bottom lip so hard that it bled.  Fear seemed to spark and dance within her eyes.  Ash took all of this in, and felt even more sorry for her than that of before, of any sorrow was felt to begin with...   She suddenly let go of the sink, throwing the curtains from her hand, and threw her arms around Ash.  
"I feel so terrible!"  Misty sobbed.
"Why?"  Ash whispered, his mind not exactly working correctly at the time.
"I think I'm sick."  she said, breathing in sharply.
"What's so bad about being sick?"  Ash laughed.
"I've never been sick before..."


~~~~~End Ch.1~~~~~
Okay, shorty I know... but I'm working really hard.  Don't worry though, there's plenty more story to tell and believe me, you really do not know what's going to happen next.  (This chapter doesn't give ANY clues *whatsoever*)  ^_^