The Beautifly Effect

Chapter Ten -- Feeling Sick

The next day...

Misty woke up feeling sick. She staggered out of bed and into the small ensuite. She tried to fight the urge to throw up, but gave in and vomited into the basin. Fortunately, she hadn't eaten much dinner last night.

Richie.

She had to tell him the truth. It would be heart-breaking for him, but he had the right to know.

Still, in her present condition, it'd be an effort to go anywhere. She picked up the telephone and dialed the Indigo Plateau directory assistance.

"Hello? Yes, is there a doctor available?"

Richie was told by a fellow trainer that someone had come to see him. He went to the door. She looked awful.

"Misty! What happened?"

"Richie, can we go somewhere private?"

"Misty, whatever you need, just ask me." Richie sat down next to her on the park bench and reached his arms towards her.

"No!" She avoided his embrace.

"Please Misty, won't you tell me what's wrong? Have I done something to you?"

Misty started to cry. "No, Richie. That's just why it's so unfair," she said between sobs. "You've been so wonderful. It's just that... that... I'm in love with Ash. I've always been in love with him. I thought it was over, but I can't give him up."

Richie closed his eyes for a minute. When he opened them, he spoke softly, looking at his feet.

"I understand."

Misty's tears stopped. She looked at him. "Richie?"

He turned to face her.

"I should tell you... It looks like... we're going to have a baby."

It took Richie some moments before he could talk.

"Are you sure there's no way for us to... to be together? I'll marry you, I'll do anything."

Misty turned away. "I'm sorry Richie, it's not going to work."

"I have to go. My match is on now."

"I'm sorry it turned out like this. You've been so kind to me..."

Richie stood up and left without answering.

Misty was left feeling like the slime a Grimer could make its home in.