Pokemon World Disaster

Three Months Later

Three months passed, and still Ash showed no signs of ever waking up from his coma. His chances of survival had now dropped below ten percent. Eventually, the visitors in his room grew fewer and fewer until only his Pokemon, Serena, and his mother, Delia, who had come all the way from Pallet Town, were left. The others still stopped by occasionally, but it was clear that they were losing faith that Ash would recover.
"Nurse Joy says that if Ash doesn't wake up soon, we're going to have to take him off life support," Audino, the assistant Pokemon of Nurse Joy, told Greninja and Pikachu regretfully.
"You can't!" Pikachu protested. "He'll get better. Just wait and see."
"Please," Greninja added. "You can't just give up on him. He just needs a little more time."
But even as he spoke the words, the frog-ninja Pokemon knew that Audino was right. The last time Nurse Joy had performed an examination on Ash, they had discovered that most of his sickness had dissipated. There was no reason why he should still be in a coma. Besides, perhaps it would be kinder to just let him die instead of forcing him to cling to life. He didn't want his trainer to die, but if it meant Ash would be better off he would have to let them cut the cord.
"One more week," Serena pleaded when Nurse Joy informed her and Delia of the situation. "One more week, and then you can take him off life support."
"Very well," the nurse acquiesced. "One more week-but no longer."
Greninja knew that was as much as he could hope for. Silently, he stared into Ash's peaceful face and pleaded for him to wake up within the allotted time frame. He wished there were some way he could reach Ash, but he could barely feel their link. It was still there, however, which was at least some form of comfort.
The first six days seemed to go by in a blur. Soon it was the night before the seventh day, the day that Ash would officially be taken off life support if he failed to wake up. The others had returned for the night, having heard from Delia what would happen in just a few hours' time. And still, the raven-haired boy showed no sign that he had any idea that his friends were standing by his bed, pleading for him to open his eyes and knowing that with each passing second, the chance of it ever happening grew slimmer and slimmer.
"I guess this is it," Greninja whispered, watching over his trainer long after everyone had fallen asleep. "Don't feel bad, Ash. I know you tried your best. But you don't have to keep fighting anymore if you don't want to. I'm just sorry I didn't see that you were sick before you got like this. I won't stop them when they take you off life support tomorrow. It wouldn't be fair of me to do so....I've already forced you to suffer long enough. It's time to face facts, I guess. But if you can hear me somehow, I just wanted to say that I-well, I guess that I'll miss you-and I'm proud to have fought alongside you."
Greninja closed his eyes and bowed his head, grief threatening to overwhelm him. Ash was going to die-he knew he was. And the worst part was, he couldn't do anything about it. Together, they had helped to save the world, but now he was powerless to do anything for the one person who had given him what he'd always longed for.
Suddenly, a soft murmur sounded in the darkness. Greninja's head snapped up, but he didn't hear it again. Had he been imagining things?
"....."
No-there it was again! He looked around to see if any of his friends had woken up. But it was the middle of the night, and everyone was still asleep. Slowly, he turned his head towards Ash's hospital bed and was met with the shock of his life.
Ash's eyes were open, barely visible in the dim light from the moon shining outside the window. They blinked in confusion for a moment and wandered around the room before settling on Greninja, slowly filling with recognition.
"Greninja?" Ash asked tiredly.
"A-Ash?!"