Chapter One was written by Desiree

Chapter Two was written by Brittany (NOTE: This chapter includes a bit of 
violence and slight blood...)

 

Everything was in a blur for Ash as the four soared through the air. His face 
was tear-streaked, his heart was pounding, his whole body was shaking. He 
screamed at himself inside, "How could you do this, Ash?!" His brain screamed as 
Ash furiously wiped her bloody face with his jacket.

Misty kept slipping into unconciousness. There wasn't much time.

"PIDGEO!!!" Pidgeot plummeted towards the ground at amazingly high speed. The 
earth came rushing towards Ash, whose mind was racing with anger, sorrow, heart 
break, and many, many mixed feelings.

Pidgeot landed roughly in front of the Pokemon Center in Mossdeep City, and Ash 
staggered off of his pokemon, carrying the love of his life in his shaking arms. 
Without bothering to call Pidgeot back into its pokeball, Ash stumbled into the 
Pokemon Center, and Nurse Joy looked up.

"I-I have-" His voice cracked. "Can you help her?!" Ash almost yelled as Nurse 
Joy wasted no time in calling a stretcher, which was followed by a few nurses 
and two doctors, who took Misty from him and placed her gently on the stretcher.

The nurses handed Ash his blood stained jacket, and he could barely stand 
touching it, so he threw it into the trash, disgusted with his actions. Pidgeot 
was tagging along behind him as Ash tried to follow the doctors lead the 
stretchers behind some swinging doors. A security gaurd held his hands out and 
pushed Ash back a few steps.

"I don't think so, you have to wait out here."

"But my friend is hurt! I have to go see her!" Ash tried to push past the 
security gaurd, but the gaurd grabbed hold of both Ash's arms and held him.

"Try it again and you land downtown." With that statement, Ash was let go of, 
but his sorrow and disgust for himself turned into frustration. He strained to 
keep himself from landing in prison, so he clenched his fists and walked towards 
the chairs, unaware that everyone was staring at him, including Brock who had 
just bolted through the doors.

***

Hours passed with no words from either Nurse Joy or any of the doctors, until at 
about 9:00 that night. Brock was half asleep on the chair next to Ash, who was 
nervously flipping through a magazine, not paying any attention to what was 
actually enscripted on the pages. His mind was racing even faster than earlier, 
and he wondered how he could hurt the one he loved- that badly.

They had been best friends, and like anyone would expect from a young to-be 
couple fought like brothers and sisters, but he had no idea that it would have 
escalated to the level it was at. Misty was lying on a hospital bed, and it was 
all his fault.

A doctor finally walked through the doors and made a brief stop at Nurse Joys 
desk before turning and making his way towards Ash and Brock. Brock straightened 
up and cleared his throat as Ash nervously put the magazine away and put his 
hands under his legs to hide his trembling hands.

"Ash." The doctor nodded towards Ash, who replied with a weak, "Yeah?"

"Your friend Misty is in a terrible condition. As of right now, she is in a 
coma, and there is absolutely no way to predict when she will regain her 
conciousness. It could be in a few minutes, it could be in a few months, we 
don't know." Ash froze.

"Is she gonna be okay?"