You and Ash sat in the back seat of your father's expensive sport's car. Ash was leaning against you, asleep, as you looked at your father. "Dad... when did mom tell you she had lung cancer?" You asked, hoping to start a conversation. "She never told me. Her doctor did."

You nodded before looking at Ash's Pikachu bag. You rubbed his arm before you looked out your window. "(Y/N)." You perked at your father calling your name before he sighed. "I know I left you, Ash, and your mother. But, your mother wasn't... she... she was abusive to me." Your father said.

"I know. She... was abusive to me as well." You said before your father looked in his rear view mirror. "How about you get some sleep? It's nearly three in the morning." Your father suggested. You nodded before getting your (f/c) pillow out and leaning your head into it.

Your father looked forward before quietly turning on some music. You drifted to sleep before the darkness turned into hospital white. You looked around and saw a heart monitor and a small card on the table. You looked out a small window and took a deep breath.

Ash came in with a small bouquet of (f/c) roses. "H-Hi (y/n)!" Ash greeted. "Hi Ash." You replied. "H-How are you feeling?" Ash asked before you smiled. "I'm doing fine." You answered. "Awesome! The doctor said you'll be out in three days!" Ash said excitedly.

"Why... am I in here for again?" You asked. Ash had a shocked face before he tilted his head. "(Y/n)... I thought you'd remember..." Ash said as he placed the roses next to the card. "Remember what?" You replied. Ash unclipped your shoulder strap to show a large bandage just above your chest.

"Mom shot you."