gardevoir and her trainer part 1

gardevoir and her trainer part 8

Angela/Kirlia-Lv.28-Confusion, Growl, Teleport 

Caesar/Butterfree-Lv.17-Gust, Poison Powder, Confusion, Stun Spore 

Abby/Magikarp-Lv.17-Splash, Tackle 

Eevee/Eevee-Lv.5-Tackle, Sand Attack 

"Speech"=talking 

*Speech*=thought 

-Speech-=telepathy 

Speech=translated Poke-speech 

(Speech)=my thoughts 

(Jason's POV) 

As I walked down Route 24, to the Cerulean City entrance, I smiled at the Eevee in my arms; the little guy had fallen asleep soon after we left Bill's house and I'd ended up carrying him. Angela, sat on my shoulder, simply leaned against my head. As we walked back into Cerulean, I yawned; to the west the sun was starting to get lower in the sky... at a guess I'd say it was about five o'clock. I ground my teeth, but said nothing about it. Suddenly Angela spoke up. 

-Jason, we're all tired, and I still haven't fully recovered from that battle against Misty yet; I think we should get a meal and some sleep at the Centre...- I nodded, sighing. 

"I'm never this tired normally... what's wrong... Maybe I'm ill..." Angela patted my head, smiling slightly. 

-Well in that case, a good night's sleep is EXACTLY what you need, Jason.- I nodded, stifling another yawn. 

"Yeah... Well, let's get this little guy to bed and then we can join him in sleeping..." I walked into the Pokémon Centre, and asked for my room key again, before getting dinner and taking it to my room. 

A lot of stuff after that was a blur till I woke up... I remember eating, saying goodnight to my cousin, going to bed... and then waking up... 

Geez, waking up... 

I opened my eyes, groaning. My head had a huge pounding in the temples; it felt like someone was cracking my skull open with a blunt hammer. I sat up, and looked towards Angela; who was facing the curtains, which were already surrounded by a cobalt glow. I opened my mouth, but did little more than croak. The curtains swished open, sending a reddish-tinted light blasting straight into my eyes and to the centre of my headache. I fell back onto the bed clutching my eyes, screaming in agony; it felt like white-hot iron rods were being forced through my eyes into my brain. As I screamed Angela whipped round to see me clawing at my eyes. She quickly shut the curtains, but that burning resided in my eyes afterward. I moaned in agony before slowly letting my eyes open. After a few nanoseconds I slammed them shut again because of the blinding light still in the room. 

"Angela... so bright..." After a few seconds something covered my eyelids, blocking out the hated light. I grunted in thanks before sighing at the welcome darkness. Angela laid her hand on my forehead and sighed gently. 

-You're burning up... I can't believe that you're so ill... Maybe it was something you ate..?- I chuckled weakly. 

"D-Don't let cousin hear that... She always has a vase or two on hand..." I felt the duvet being pulled over me, and groaned. 

"I hate being ill... And what's over my eyes, anyway..?" Angela started to stroke my forehead, softly humming. 

-I brought a damp flannel to cover your eyes. It's gonna help with your fever as well. Sleep well, Jason...- I smiled slightly, before passing out again. 

(Angela's POV) 

I looked down at Jason, who was asleep in the bed. I gently placed a hand on his forehead, and hissed slightly; he was burning up. I sighed as I noticed the sweat beading his face as well, not to mention his paleness.