Pokemon Indigo League stories

Unconscious Misty

" Misty!" Ash exclaimed as he caught sight of the orange hair girl. " Misty!*

Brock turned to see Ash run to his GF and sit next to her gently. " Misty?*

" What happened?* Brock asked as he took his bag off while walking and kneeling beside misty.

" She's not responding, Brock. Do something!"

Brock took the stethoscope out of his bag and placed it on Misty's chest, then stomach.

" We need to get her to the Pokemon Center, now!*

Ash's eyes widened. Without a second thought he picked his GF bridal style and ran to the Pokemon Center, whispering, " come on, Misty. You're almost there."

The automatic doors opened, and the three rushed in.

" This way!* Brock exclaimed as he picked his coat from his locker and put it on as Ash followed him to his examination room.

" Put her on here." Brock ordered as he took tools out

Ash gently put misty on the bed and brushed a strand of hair off her face. " You're so cute when you sleep."

" She'll be cuter when she wakes up." Brock added and he reached in and took out a stress ball.

Ash noticed. "who's it for?*

" You, of course."

" Me?!" Ash looked incredulous. " Why me?"

"Of course! You’re the one panicking right now," Brock replied, rolling his eyes as he squeezed the stress ball in his hand. “You’re going to need it while I figure out what’s wrong with Misty.”

Ash paced back and forth beside the examination bed, running a hand through his hair. “But she needs help! I can’t just sit here!”

Brock took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. “I get that, but I can’t focus on her if you’re all over the place. Just try to calm down, alright? Stressing out isn’t going to help her.”

Ash shot him a frustrated look. “How can I calm down when Misty’s lying here like this?”

“By helping me,” Brock said, his voice steady as he prepared the equipment. “Help me take her vitals and get her ready for an examination. I’ll check her heartbeat and see if she’s just unconscious or if there’s something more serious.”

Ash nodded, swallowing his panic as he moved closer to Misty. He carefully placed his hand on her forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. “Misty, please wake up. I need you to be okay,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hush.

Brock placed the stethoscope back on Misty’s chest, listening intently. “Her heartbeat is steady, but her breathing is shallow. We need to get her some oxygen.” He quickly turned to grab an oxygen mask from the cabinet, setting it up over Misty’s nose and mouth.

“Will she be alright?” Ash asked, concern flooding his voice.

“Yeah, she just needs a little help,” Brock reassured him as he adjusted the flow of oxygen. “Sometimes stress can make you faint, especially if you haven’t eaten or drank enough water.”

“Yeah, but she was fine earlier!” Ash protested, biting his lip. “We were training, and she was doing great.”

“Then she probably pushed herself too hard,” Brock said, his voice soothing. “It happens to the best of us. Just let her rest for now.”

Ash squeezed the stress ball tightly, feeling the soft squish beneath his fingers. “Okay… Okay.” He took a deep breath, attempting to steady his racing heart. “What can I do to help?”

“Just stay with her,” Brock said, giving him a reassuring smile. “Talk to her. She can hear you, and it’ll help keep you calm.”

Ash leaned closer, brushing another strand of hair from Misty’s face. “Misty, it’s Ash. I’m right here,” he said softly. “You’ve gotta wake up. I need you. We all need you.”

Brock began checking Misty’s reflexes, tapping her knees gently and watching for a response. “She’s just unconscious, Ash. That’s a good sign. If it were something more serious, we’d see more symptoms.”

“Like what?” Ash asked, his curiosity piqued as he tried to focus on something other than his worry.

“Like seizures or erratic breathing,” Brock replied, adjusting the stethoscope again. “But she seems stable. Just let her sleep for a bit, and we’ll keep an eye on her.”

Ash nodded, feeling slightly more at ease. “Okay. But I’m not leaving her side.”

Brock grinned, impressed by Ash’s determination. “I wouldn’t expect you to. Just keep talking to her. Let her know you’re here.”

“Right.” Ash turned his attention back to Misty, his heart swelling with affection. “Misty, you’re the strongest person I know. You can get through this, I promise. I’ll be right here waiting for you to wake up.”

Minutes passed, each one stretching like an eternity, but Ash refused to leave her side. He reminisced about their training sessions, the laughter they shared, and the moments when Misty would tease him about his antics.

Suddenly, Brock’s focus shifted. “Ash, I think she’s starting to come around!”

Ash’s heart leaped. “Misty?” he said, his voice filled with hope.

Misty’s eyelids fluttered, slowly opening as she blinked against the bright lights. “Ash? Brock?” she murmured, confusion evident in her voice.

“We’re here! You’re safe,” Brock replied, relief flooding his voice. “You fainted, but we’ve got you.”

Ash leaned closer, a huge smile spreading across his face. “You scared me, Misty! I thought something terrible happened!”

“I… I’m sorry,” Misty said, her voice still weak. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Brock adjusted the oxygen mask, easing it off her face. “Just take it slow, Misty. You’ll feel better in a moment. Do you remember what happened?”

“I was training and… I guess I overdid it,” she admitted, looking sheepish. “I wanted to keep up with you guys.”

Ash shook his head, relief washing over him. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard. We’re a team; we work together.”

“Yeah, and we don’t want you to get hurt,” Brock added, a teasing smile on his lips. “You need to take care of yourself, especially when you’re dealing with the likes of Ash.”

Misty chuckled softly, though it quickly turned into a cough. “I’ll try… but you know me. I just want to be strong.”

Ash nodded, his expression serious. “You are strong, Misty. But you don’t have to do it alone. We’re here for you, no matter what.”

“Thanks, Ash,” Misty replied, her eyes shining with gratitude. “And thanks, Brock. I appreciate it.”

Brock clapped Ash on the back, a grin spreading across his face. “See? She’s already getting better. Just take it easy, and let’s get you some food and water.”

Misty smiled at both of them. “I’d like that.”