The Mysterious Hidden {4th Place in Romance (Pokemon Watty Awards 2015)}

Chapter 2

Touko~
My heart almost stopped as I felt N loosen his grip on my hand. "N! N!" I cried. I shook him feverishly, hoping he would wake up, but his eyes stayed closed and his body was motionless. I quickly checked his pulse: it was faint, but it was still there beating with life. I breathed a sigh of relief as I let myself collapse on my Oshawott chair. As I sat, I tried to recap on what I had just experienced.

...A cold drop of water fell on my cheek as I opened my eyes. I expected to see light, but it was replaced by dark gray clouds that were raining on me. I felt something warm holding me, and as I looked to see what it was, I saw two limp arms, one badly damaged with scratches, burns, and a huge gash. Just then, I flinched; I recognized those hands: the gold bracelet, the black band! I got up and looked behind me to see him in a pool of blood around his face. He was unconsious, and hurt badly. No! This can't be happening! I thought. "N! N, please wake up!" I pleaded as I touched his face firmly. Quickly, I carried him to a nearby cave. "Zekrom! Come and help!" I called as I released Zekrom from its Pokeball. It looked at me with trusting eyes. "Zekrom! I need you to carry us back to Nuvema Town! Hurry!" I climbed up and lifted N onto Zekrom's back and it took off. As we flew through the air, I tried to dry N's head with a cloth from my bag. Soon, it was moist with blood; his wound didn't stop bleeding. I started to worry, How did he get this? Why can't I remember anything? Why isn't he waking up?! Wait, when did I start caring about N?! He such a childish jerk! I was so confused that I decided to just continue what I was doing and not get sidetracked. He was a human too, I hope... and he was injured, I should take care of the injuries first.

When we got to my house, no one was home. I quickly carried N to my bed and layed a towel under his head over my pillow to block the blood from staining anything else. I ran downstairs and looked in the cabinate: bandages! I grabbed them and wrapped them around N's head, covering the bleeding spot. I then inspected his body for more injuries: his arm was cut and burned, and his left leg was sprained badly. He had other cuts, but I could treat them later. I wrapped bandages around the worse injuries first and then patched the gashes. Later, when I checked his head, it was boiling hot. He must of caught a fever while we were riding home from the rain. I ran down to get a cold towel, and as I carefully placed it on his head, I looked at his flushed, pale face. He looked so helpless. My face became hot red. What?! Am I... Blushing?! At him?! If I were to blush at someone, the last person in my mind would be him! I turned away quickly and went to get another towel...

Why am I suddenly feeling bad for N? An immature guy like him? Why? I thought as I rested my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.