Here in the Moonlight

*Brock*

As I stumble upon their campsite, there is an eerie silence. There are no voices.

“Perhaps they are not awake yet.” I surmise.

My guess is supported when I see, off to the side, Pikachu, sleeping soundly. But I still do not see Ash or Misty and my uneasiness mounts.

“Maybe they went for a walk.” Then, I see a drop of red, and my heart freezes. It is definitely blood, and a long river of it leads out of the campsite. I follow it. Off in the distance, I see a tangled mess. It’s Ash. Bleeding profusely from countless wounds, he is lying with his hands inches away from a set of tire marks. I check for a pulse, expecting none, but I feel a faint uneven one. Every moment, it grows fainter, so I must work fast.

“Officer Jenny, we have an emergency, a boy is dying of the outskirts of Pewter, directly east of the gym. I need you here a.s.a.p” I hear her acknowledgement and go of to wake Pikachu. I hope it doesn’t take it too badly. Officer Jenny wheels up on her cycle just as I am explaining things to Pikachu. As I finish, it bursts into tears and Officer Jenny walks up to me.

“We’ve got him on a stretcher, and he’s on his way to the hospital. The paramedic has stopped the bleeding, and they will arrive in five minutes. Are you coming?” She says.

“Yes Ma’am, we are.” I reply curtly.

“Then hop on the back.” She gestures to the rear of her bike and we zoom off at 60 miles an hour. Jenny weaves expertly through the traffic, and we arrive just in time to see Ash carted inside the elevator. Ten minutes later, the doctor comes down and tells me to sit down.

“Pikapi, pika?” asks Pikachu.

I don’t know what that means but the doctor answers with a sympathetic look and says, “I’m not sure.”