The doctor approached Ash, looking slightly frazzled. "Excuse me, young man. Could you come with me? Your...uh...friend is a bit distressed."

Ash blinked. "Distressed? Misty? What’s wrong?"

"She’s...freaking out. Refusing to let me examine her leg. Keeps saying it’s fine and calling me names like 'quack doctor.' It’s...not ideal."

Ash groaned, getting up. "Alright, I’ll talk to her."

Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder as Ash followed the doctor into the examination room. Inside, Misty was sitting on the examination table, arms crossed and glaring daggers at everyone in the room.

"I said I’m fine!" Misty barked. "This is completely unnecessary!"

"Misty!" Ash stepped forward, hands on his hips. "Will you just let the doctor do his job?"

She rounded on him. "Oh, so now you’re the boss of me? I’m not a Pokémon you can command, Ash Ketchum!"

Ash threw his hands in the air. "No, but you’re acting like a spoiled Meowth right now! You can’t even walk properly, Misty!"

"Because you dragged me here on your ridiculous Charizard stunt!"

"Well, excuse me for caring about your health!"

"Who asked you to care?! I told you it’s fine!"

Their argument grew louder and louder, the tension thick enough to cut with a Butterfree’s wing.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Brock stormed in, looking exasperated. "What in the world is going on here? You two are so loud I could hear you from Pewter City!"

Both Ash and Misty froze, turning to stare at him.

"How did you even get here so fast?" Ash asked, baffled.

Brock folded his arms. "That’s not the point! Why are you two yelling like a couple of Primeapes fighting over a banana?"

Misty jabbed a finger at Ash. "He dragged me here against my will!"

Ash pointed back at her. "Because she won’t admit she’s hurt!"

The doctor stepped in between them, holding up his hands. "Please, let’s all calm down. This is a medical facility, not a wrestling ring!"

Brock sighed, stepping forward and putting a hand on each of their shoulders. "Look, Misty, you know Ash is stubborn, but he’s just worried about you. And Ash, you know Misty’s proud and hates being fussed over. Can’t you two meet halfway?"

Misty huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine. I’ll let the doctor look at my leg. But only because Brock’s here."

Ash smirked. "And because I’m right."

Misty shot him a glare. "You’re always wrong, Ketchum."

Brock rolled his eyes. "You two seriously need counseling."

"PIKAAA!" Pikachu added, nodding.