" Sir? Could you come with me? Your girlfriend is freaking out."

Ash blinked as the doctor called him over. "Wait, Misty’s freaking out? Why?"

The doctor sighed. "She’s refusing to let us examine her leg. Something about 'not trusting people who wear gloves all day.' Could you... help calm her down? She keeps trying to limp out the door."

Ash groaned, standing up. "Fine. I’ll handle it." He shot Pikachu a look. "Stay here and don’t cause trouble."

"Pika," Pikachu said with a mock salute.

Ash walked into the examination room, where Misty was sitting on the table, arms crossed, glaring at the doctor.

"Misty, what’s the problem now?" Ash asked, exasperated.

She turned her glare on him. "The problem is I don’t need this! My leg is fine!"

Ash pointed at her obviously swollen ankle. "Your leg looks like a Snorlax sat on it, Misty! Let them look at it!"

"I don’t need you to tell me what I need!" she shot back.

"Well, apparently you do, because you can’t even walk without limping!"

"Excuse me for not wanting to be poked and prodded like some kind of Pokémon!"

Ash threw his hands in the air. "Oh, so you’d rather just let your leg fall off? Great plan, Misty!"

The doctor, clearly uncomfortable, tried to interject. "Uh, maybe we can—"

"Stay out of this!" they both shouted in unison, making the poor man step back.

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

Ash and Misty both turned to him, pointing at each other. "It’s-"

" His!"

" Her!"

"- fault!"

Brock sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of course it is. Look, can’t you two just stop arguing for five minutes? What’s the problem this time?"

Ash crossed his arms. "She won’t let the doctor check her leg, even though it’s obviously injured."

Misty glared at Ash. "And he thinks dragging me here on Charizard was the best idea ever!"

Brock looked between them, then at the doctor. "Can I borrow those gloves?"

The doctor handed them over, confused.

Brock put the gloves on, holding his hands up. "Okay, Misty. Let’s make this simple. I’m here now. I’ll check your leg myself. Will that stop this chaos?"

Misty narrowed her eyes but nodded. "Fine. But if you try anything weird, Brock, I’ll—"

"I get it, Misty," Brock said with a sigh.

Ash muttered under his breath, "Still not as bad as dealing with her temper every day..."

"What was that?!" Misty snapped, and the yelling started all over again.