(Ash's POV)

I got Greninja's Pokeball and returned Greninja into it.

Pikachu was still in my arms.

I ran as fast as I could to the Pokemon Center.

I ran across Lumiose City.

People were staring at me but I didn't care.

I finally got to the Pokemon Center.

I bursted through the door, panting.

When I asked Nurse Joy to heal my Pokemon, she said, "Our system isn't working at the moment!"

If my Pokemon don't get healed quickly, something bad could happen.

"Please," I beg, "heal them. If they don't get healed now..."

"Here," she says, "bring Pikachu and your other Pokemon here with me!"

I held Pikachu like I did when it first got injured by a million Spearow.

I follow Nurse Joy into a room.

I placed Pikachu and my Pokemon's Pokeballs on the bed that was in there.

"I'll do everything I can to help them!" She says.

I exit the room and sat on a chair in the front foyer of the Pokemon Center.

Please... just have them healed!

I could feel the tears coming but I held them back.

I just closed my eyes and prayed to Arceus that they would be healed.

I stayed like this for hours and hours until she finally came out of the room.

I felt my heart pounding.

She's about to tell me the news.

I waited for an answer.

She opens her mouth to speak...

To be continued...