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Misty burst through the trees and came upon Ash. There he was, just as she 
had left him, with the great big bandage wrapped around his chest. Togepi 
came up next to her and started crying after it saw how Ash looked. Pikachu 
went over to his master solemnly and maneuvered himself between his owner, 
and his owner's arm. Misty knelt down in front of Ash, and rustled his black 
hair. "Listen to me, Ash. This is going to be like old times, and you're 
gonna pull out of it very soon! then, when you're well enough, I'll think of 
some way to reward you."

Ash smiled weakly and said in a voice that was barely a whisper, "Misty...I 
need...*cough* to tell...you some...thing. I...I-I-" whatever he was going 
to say wouldn't happen, since Ash went unconscious just then.

Misty stared at Ash in shock, then backed away, her lower lip quivering. She 
glanced at Brock,who stared at Ash numbly. Brock checked Ash's pulse. He 
loked up at her and said, "His heart rate is going down. I thought that he 
would outlast all of us." Brock checked  Ash's pulse again, then again. "I 
have no pulse" he trailed off, then, not wanting to burst out agin into 
hysterics, he looked at Pikachu. "Pikachu! If you want to save your master, 
then the time is now! Here is what you do..."


Half an hour later, The helicopter from the hospital touched down. And Misty 
ran out to meet it. "He's through here!" She shouted over the noise of the 
helicopter blades, "And hurry!"

Gary looked over at Pikachu and gave him the thumbs up signal. Ash's heart 
was beating again, thanks to Pikachu's electric cheecks, and breathing, 
thanks to Brock. Suddenly, they heard someone crashing through the trees, 
and Misty burst through the underbrush, followed by seven white-clad 
emergency workers. One immediately clamped an oxygen mak over Ash's face, 
while the others went to work on Ash. The leader asked Brockwhat happened, 
"Well, he was stung by a Beedrill, both stingers, and was thrown by them up 
against this tree. I gave him three antidotes and a super potion that we 
bought from the last town's Pokemon Mart. He stopped breathing and his heart 
stopped pumping shortly after, but with me and Pikachu here, we were able to 
keep him alive."

One of the EMT's radios squawked, and he talked into it, then listened. He 
shouted to the lead EMT, "The chopper says that there's a clearing two 
hundred yards from where we are now!"

"Then tell him to meet us there!"

Gary pulled at the leader's sleeve, "Sir! Is there room in the chopper for a 
passenger?" he asked.

The EMT looked at him and said, "Yeah, but you better hurry!" They heard the 
choper pass overhead and they strapped Ash onto a stretcher and ran for the 
clearing.

Gary, Brock,and Misty followed, running as fast as they could. "GO GO GO GO 
GO!" shouted the EMT, as the other EMTs piled in, and put Ash in the 
chopper. He came over to Gary, "Son, if you're going, the time is now!"

Gary looked over at him and shouted, "I'm not going! She is!" he pointed 
over at Misty.

Misty looked at him in shock for an instant, then picked up Pikachu and 
Togepi and gave Gary a hug. The EMT pulled her away and into the chopper. It 
started lifting off as soon as Misty was all the way in.

Gary stepped back and threw up an arm over his eyes, blocking the sand tha 
tried to get into his eyes. Agry looked up at the quickly receding 
helicopter until it was out of view, then turned to Brock, "Hey man, listen, 
pack up the camp, I'll help you! Then my Espeon will teleport us to the 
hospital, along with our stuff."

Misty looked out the window numbly, then forced herself to look at Ash,  and 
she felt terrible. If he didn't pull out of it, what would she do? She 
wouldn't want to go on with Brock. Ash was like the glue that had kept their 
group together, and without him, it seemed like there was no reason toeven 
continue her Pokemon journey.

one of the EMTs saw her looking at Ash and said, "He your boyfriend?"

Misty blushed and diverted her gaze from Ash to the EMT, and replied, "Um, 
no...but I was hoping that he wanted the job. Sometimes he's so dense that 
I'm not sure that I like him any more, but I never think that more than a 
day, if that.I love him, if that's what you mean."

The chopper pilot said, "That adrenalin should kick in anytime now, so cross 
your fingers and pray. I'm pushing this chopper to the limits, and I don't 
know how long it'll last. Luckily, we don't have to go all the wayto Celadon 
Hospital, since there's no hospital really that we would trust for htis 
stuff in Viridian, but in Pewter, they have a poison control center, so 
we're in luck."


Ash had been unconscious, but he pulled out of it long enough to hear the 
EMT's question to Misty, and Misty's answer. His blood ran cold. Misty loved 
him? How was that possible? She was always putting him down, always hitting 
him with that stupid mallet of hers. The voices had brought consciousness, 
the thinking had brought pain, and pain not only in his chest, but in his 
head. Excruciating pain. He screamed, and the echo of that scream rang 
around in the Helicopter, and it could be heard loudly over the helicopter's 
blades. "My head," he moaned, "My head hurts, right in the back."

Ash saw the EMT stiffen, and turn to the pilot quickly and shout out, "CAN 
YOU MAKE THIS BUCKET OF BOLTS GO ANY FASTER? HE HAS A LARGER DOSE OF POISON 
THAN I THOUGHT!!!!"

The pillot, not taking his eyers off his instruments and the terrain ahead 
said, "Listen, I'm close to redlining it now, I've never pushed it any 
further, so I don't know. It could go maybe ten miles an hour more, maybe 
fifteen. But that's it."

The first EMT shot back, "Red line it to the max or we'll lose him, now go 
as fast as this bucket of bolts can possibly go! Let the mechanics worry 
about the loose parts!" The pilot nodded, and Ash felt the stretcher start 
to roll back as the whirlybird accelerated, but an EMT caught it, and pushed 
it back into place.


Misty looked over the EMT's shoulder and saw the pulse speeding up, 
breathing rate slowing down. The EMT frowned, balled his fist and punched 
the monitor, but then looked at Ash, his breathing was indeed going down, 
and at an alarming rate. THe EMT took Ash's pulse, then dialed back the 
adrenalin rate.


Ash forced his eyes open, and his eyes and opened his mouth to say those 
four words that he had wanted to say for quite a while (Misty, I love you), 
but then, before he could say a word, he went into convulsions, and green 
and red splotches appeared in his vision. Then, mercifully, everything went 
back and he could feel nothing, as he slipped back into unconsciousness.


Misty watched as he went unconscious, and the convulsions, but they still 
continued but was slightly less violent. What if he died, what had he tried 
to say those two times? Would she ever know? What would happen if she never 
got to tell him how she felt.

The EMT felt the helicopter settling down, but by the time that it was three 
feet off the ground, he had kicked the door and his entire team, save one 
person and the girl were on the ground. as soon as the helicopter touched 
the ground, the stretcher was being lifted through the doorway. As soon as 
it was on the ground, the lead EMT grabbed the kid's Pokeballs, and handed 
them to the girl. "Here, take these, the name is Ron Stevens, no time to 
chat. Don't worry, I'll check up on him. He'll have the finest care. He'll 
be fine...don't worry."

Despite what he had said, Ron had very large and nagging doubts as to the 
boy's well being and future, mostly his future though, or probable lack of 
one. What if the kid passed away. What would happen to his Pokemon. What 
would happen to one of Kanto's most respected Pokemon Masters? What if...


Misty was crying, she wasn't trying to hide it. She was off in a corner of 
the poison center's main waiting room. She had her knees pulled up to her 
face with her arms wrapped around them and was sobbing into them 
uncontrollably. Pikachu sagged limply against her, as if not believing what 
was going on. Ash's other Pokemon were all around her, and Togepi was trying 
to comfort her, and hugged her as much as its little arms could manage. The 
same nagging thoughts were going through her mind over and over...What would 
happen if Ash died? How would she be able to have that wedding that she had 
planned out to perfection, or how could they find just the right house in 
the perfect little city? What if she never got to do those things, what if 
all the other things that she had been planning to do with Ash, hiking 
through the mountains seperating Pewter City and Cerulean City instead of 
going underneath them through Mount Moon, Going on rides through the waves 
on her water Pokemon in the moonlight, What if, what if what if...

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What is going to happen to Ash? Will he pull out of it? What will happen to 
the gang if he doesn't? There has to be SOME cure, right? Find out next time 
on Digimon, Digital Mon-no, wait, wrong epilogue...:)