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Before Ash could make his escape, Brock called out, “Wait! You still need a shot!”

Ash spun around, eyes wide and panicked. “You say that like it’s something I’m not afraid of!” His voice wavered, a mix of indignation and fear.

Pikachu nodded, ears drooping in agreement. “Pika!” it chimed, looking up at Ash with concern.

Brock stepped closer, trying to reassure him. “Ash, you’ll be fine. You’re a ten-year-old Pokémon Trainer! You battle against wild Pokémon every day!”

Ash crossed his arms, shaking his head vigorously. “Yeah, but ten-year-olds hate shots! Especially this one! Want to know what happened last time?! I fainted!”

Brock raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You fainted?”

“Yes!” Ash exclaimed, his voice rising with the memory. “It was the last check-up, and I was so nervous. The nurse told me it would be quick, but when I saw that needle—oh man, I just lost it!”

He gestured wildly, recalling the traumatic experience. “I bolted from the room like a Zubat at night! I ran right into the waiting area and tripped over a chair. It was like something out of a comedy show!”

Brock couldn’t help but chuckle. “I can imagine that was quite a sight.”

“Exactly!” Ash continued, his face flushing with embarrassment. “I ended up knocking over a whole stack of magazines! They went flying everywhere, and this little kid was just trying to play with his toy Pokémon, and I crashed right into him!”

Pikachu covered its eyes with its paws, cringing at the memory. “Pika pi…” it muttered, feeling for its friend.

“And when I finally got back in there,” Ash went on, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I hid under the table for ten whole minutes. They had to coax me out!”

Brock shook his head, still smiling. “You really know how to make an exit, Ash.”

“Right?” Ash sighed, his shoulders slumping. “But the worst part was when they finally got me to sit down. I saw that needle, and I was like, ‘No way!’ I panicked again, and I swear I almost fainted! The nurse said, ‘Just breathe,’ but how can you breathe when you’re freaking out?”

Brock’s expression softened, recognizing Ash’s vulnerability. “I understand, Ash. But this time is different. You’ve faced tougher challenges than a little needle. You’ve battled Gym Leaders, Team Rocket—you’ve even saved the world!”

Ash bit his lip, glancing down at Pikachu, who nuzzled his hand. “But what if it hurts?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Brock knelt beside him, meeting his gaze. “It’ll be quick. I promise. Just think of it like a Pokémon battle: you just need to get through it to keep going on your journey. Plus, I’ll be right there with you.”

“Yeah, but…” Ash hesitated, his mind racing back to the last time. “What if I faint again? I don’t want to embarrass myself!”

“Ash,” Brock said gently, “you won’t. You’re stronger than you think. And if you feel lightheaded, I’ll catch you. I’ve got your back, just like always.”

Ash took a deep breath, trying to muster some courage. “Okay, but if I pass out, I’m holding you responsible!”

Brock laughed, clapping Ash on the shoulder. “Deal! Just focus on Pikachu. Remember, after this, we’ll celebrate with that awesome ice cream you love!”

Pikachu’s eyes sparkled at the mention of ice cream, its tail flicking in excitement. “Pika!”

With a resigned sigh, Ash nodded. “Alright, let’s just get this over with.” He could feel his heart racing, but with Brock and Pikachu by his side, he felt a little more ready to face his fears.

As they made their way back to the examination area, Ash tried to push the anxiety aside, focusing instead on the thought of enjoying ice cream afterward. It was time to conquer his fear, and with his friends there to support him, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Before Ash could make his escape, Brock called out, “Wait! You still need a shot!”

Ash froze, heart racing. He spun around, eyes wide with panic. “You say that like it’s something I’m not afraid of!” His voice trembled, and he instinctively took a step back, feeling cornered.

Pikachu, sensing Ash's anxiety, looked up with concern. “Pika…” it murmured softly, trying to comfort him.

Brock stepped closer, trying to keep his tone light. “Ash, you’ll be fine. You’re a ten-year-old Pokémon Trainer! You fight against powerful Pokémon every day!”

Ash shook his head vehemently. “Yeah, but ten-year-olds hate shots! Especially this one! Want to know what happened last time?! I fainted!”

Brock raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Fainted?”

“Yeah!” Ash exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. “I was so nervous! The nurse came in with that huge needle, and I just… panicked!” He ran a hand through his messy hair, eyes wide with the memory. “I bolted! I ran right out of the room, and I didn’t stop until I tripped over a chair in the waiting area!”

Brock stifled a laugh, but he could see the fear etched on Ash’s face. “Okay, okay, but you’re stronger now. You’ve faced tougher battles than this!”

But Ash wasn’t listening. His mind was racing back to that day, and he felt the same overwhelming urge to run. “You don’t understand! I was hiding under a table for ten minutes! They had to coax me out with candy!”

“Candy?” Brock asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes! I mean, no! It was terrifying!” Ash shouted, suddenly darting to the side. “I can’t do this!”

Brock instinctively reached out, but Ash was already sprinting around the cave, his heart pounding. He zigzagged between the medical equipment and pillows, his breathing quickening with every step. “No! I can’t! I won’t!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

“ASH!” Brock called, exasperation mingling with concern. He took off after him, weaving around the makeshift table and dodging the scattered supplies. “Come on, just stop for a second!”

But Ash was caught in a whirlwind of panic, the thought of that needle sending him into a frenzy. “What if I faint again?” he yelled over his shoulder, glancing back at Brock. “What if it hurts?”

“You’ll be okay!” Brock shouted, his voice steady. “I’ll be right here, I promise! Just stop running!”

But Ash couldn’t hear him over the pounding of his heart. He dashed around the corner of the cave, his breath coming in short gasps. His Pokémon were watching from a distance, their eyes wide with worry. “Pikachu!” he called, glancing back at his friend, who stood still, torn between following him and staying safe.

Finally, Brock made a quick decision. He lunged forward, grabbing Ash’s arm just as he was about to round another corner. “Gotcha!” he said, pulling Ash to a stop. “Now, breathe!”

Ash stood there, panting, feeling the adrenaline surge through him. “I can’t do this, Brock!” he gasped, struggling to regain his composure. “What if I can’t handle it?”

Brock looked him in the eye, serious yet kind. “You can. You’ve handled way worse, Ash. Remember that Gyarados you fought? You didn’t run away from that!”

“Yeah, but that’s different!” Ash protested, his voice shaking. “This is a needle!”

“It’s just a quick pinch,” Brock assured him. “And then you can have all the ice cream you want. Think of it as a battle where you’re going to win!”

Ash took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “But what if I faint?” he whispered, looking down at the ground.

“I’ll be right here,” Brock replied firmly. “And I won’t let you faint. Just trust me, okay? You’re not alone in this.”

Pikachu stepped forward, nuzzling Ash’s hand. “Pika!” it urged, offering its support.

With a shaky nod, Ash finally found the courage to look up. “Alright, Brock. Let’s just get it over with.” The fear still lingered, but with his friends by his side, he felt a little more ready to face what lay ahead.

Brock smiled, relief washing over him. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s do this together.”

Before Ash could leave, Brock called out, “Wait! You still need a shot!”

Ash whipped around, his eyes wide with dread. “You say that like it’s something I’m not afraid of!” he exclaimed, backing away instinctively.

Pikachu, sensing Ash's growing anxiety, looked up with wide, concerned eyes and squeaked in agreement. “Pika!”

Brock stepped forward, trying to keep his tone reassuring. “Ash, you’ll be fine. You’re a ten-year-old Pokémon Trainer! You’ve battled against some of the toughest Pokémon out there!”

“Yeah, but ten-year-olds hate shots! Especially this one!” Ash retorted, his voice rising with panic. “Want to know what happened last time?! I fainted! It was awful! I woke up with Nurse Joy fussing over me, and everyone laughed!” He took a deep breath, feeling the memories flood back. “You have to understand, Brock! Please!”

Brock’s brow furrowed as he watched Ash tremble. “It won’t be like that this time, I promise.”

But Ash was already spiraling into fear. “This is just like when I was eight!” he shouted, suddenly bolting for the cave entrance. He dashed past Brock, fueled by a wave of adrenaline, and raced through the reeds, heart pounding.

“Ash, wait!” Brock shouted, but his words fell on deaf ears as Ash burst out of the cave and jumped over a small river with surprising agility. He landed on the other side and kept running, branches snapping underfoot.

The cool air rushed against him as he sprinted deeper into the forest, thoughts of the shot driving him onward. “I can’t go back! Not now!” he muttered, weaving between trees and feeling a mix of fear and freedom.

Finally, he slowed, breathless, and found a large tree to hide behind. He pressed his back against its rough bark, shaking slightly. “What am I doing?” he whispered to himself, trying to calm his racing heart. The fear pulsed through him, and he hugged his knees to his chest, feeling small and vulnerable.

Brock, meanwhile, searched frantically, calling out Ash's name. “Ash! Where are you?” He retraced their path, worry etched on his face. “He couldn’t have gone far,” he thought, his mind racing. “He wouldn’t just leave…”

After a few moments of searching, he spotted a flash of movement near the base of a tree. Moving quietly, he approached cautiously and saw Ash, trembling slightly, hidden behind the trunk.

“Ash!” Brock exclaimed, relief flooding him. “There you are! You had me worried sick!”

Ash looked up, eyes wide and shining with fear. “Brock… I just couldn’t do it. I can’t face that shot!”

Brock knelt down beside him, concern softening his expression. “I get it, Ash. But running away won’t make it easier. You know that, right?”

“I just feel so scared,” Ash admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “What if I faint again? What if I can’t handle it?”

Brock nodded, understanding washing over him. “It’s okay to be scared. But you have to trust me. I’m here to help you, and I’ll be right by your side the whole time. Remember, it’s just a quick pinch.”

Ash took a shaky breath, his heart still racing but feeling a little less alone. “You promise you’ll be there?”

“Always,” Brock replied firmly. “We’ll get through this together. And then, you can go back to being a Pokémon Master.”

With a hesitant nod, Ash finally pushed himself off the ground. “Alright… but only if you promise no needles that are bigger than me!”

Brock chuckled, and Ash felt a smile creeping onto his face despite the fear. “Deal. Now, let’s head back before I really start to worry.”

Before Ash could take another step, Brock called out, “Wait! You still need a shot!”

Ash spun around, eyes wide with dread. “You say that like it’s something I’m not afraid of!” He felt his heart race, panic rising as he instinctively backed away.

Pikachu, sensing Ash’s anxiety, looked up with worry, its ears drooping slightly. “Pika…” it murmured, trying to offer comfort.

Brock stepped closer, his expression serious but gentle. “Ash, you’ll be fine. You’re a ten-year-old Pokémon Trainer! You face powerful creatures every day!”

“Yeah, but ten-year-olds hate shots! Especially this one!” Ash exclaimed, his voice rising. “Want to know what happened last time?! I fainted!” He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of memories flooding back. “I was only eight! I ran out of the room, bolted into the waiting area, and ended up hiding under a table!”

Brock’s eyes widened as he processed Ash’s words. “Ash, that was years ago. You’re stronger now!”

But Ash wasn’t listening. The memories played in his mind like a bad dream—hiding under that table, the nurse trying to coax him out with candy. “It’s terrifying, Brock!” he shouted, feeling trapped. “I can’t go through that again!”

Without thinking, he turned and dashed out of the cave, pushing through the Reeds with frantic energy. He could hear Brock calling after him, but he didn’t stop. Adrenaline surged through him as he leapt over a small river, splashing into the cool water before landing on the other side. He ran and ran, putting distance between himself and the dreaded shot.

The forest whirled past him, branches brushing against his skin, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m safe! I’m safe!” he kept repeating to himself, trying to convince his racing heart.

Finally, he found a sturdy tree and pressed himself against it, shivering slightly. He could still hear Brock’s calls echoing through the woods, but he felt hidden here, safe from the reality he was avoiding.

After a few moments, Brock caught up, panting as he searched the area. “Ash!” he called, worry lacing his voice. “Where are you?”

Ash stayed silent, feeling a tremor of fear and shame. He could imagine Brock’s worried expression, the way his friend would look if he found him cowering.

Then, with a flicker of determination, he peeked around the tree. Just then, Brock emerged into the clearing, his eyes scanning desperately. When their gazes met, Ash felt a mix of relief and anxiety.

“There you are!” Brock exclaimed, rushing over. “What are you doing hiding here?”

“I— I was just…” Ash stammered, unable to articulate his feelings. “I didn’t want to go back!”

Brock crouched down to Ash’s level, concern etched on his face. “I know shots can be scary, but you don’t have to face this alone. You can trust me. Remember how brave you are when you battle?”

Ash hugged his knees to his chest, shaking a little. “But what if I faint again? What if it hurts?”

Brock shook his head gently. “It’s just a quick pinch. You’ve faced tougher battles! You’ve beaten Gym Leaders, Ash! You beat my best Pokemon!”

“But this is different!” Ash protested, his voice cracking. “I just want to be safe!”

Brock reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Ash’s shoulder. “You are safe with me. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. Just take a deep breath.”

Slowly, Ash exhaled, feeling the tension begin to ease. He looked at Brock, seeing the unwavering support in his friend’s eyes. “Okay,” he whispered, feeling a flicker of courage. “I’ll try.”

“Great!” Brock said, standing up and offering his hand. “Let’s get back. You can do this.”

With a nod, Ash took Brock’s hand, the warmth of his friend’s grip grounding him. Together, they headed back through the forest, and with each step, Ash felt a little more ready to face the challenge ahead.

Shot time!

Back in the cave, Ash stood anxiously, wringing his hands together until his fingers turned white. He chewed nervously on his nails, glancing around at the medical tools laid out on the rocky table. The cave felt both comforting and stifling, the dim light casting long shadows that only deepened his anxiety.

“Come on, Ash,” he muttered to himself, biting his lip hard enough to taste metal. “It’s just a shot. Just a shot…”

Brock watched him with concern, knowing how anxious Ash could get. He stepped closer, his voice calm and steady. “Ash, take a deep breath. Slowly.”

Ash looked up, his heart racing. “I… I can’t!” He felt like he was drowning in a sea of worry. The thought of the needle made his stomach twist.

Brock remained patient, his expression encouraging. “Just try, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth.” He demonstrated, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, letting the air flow out as he spoke. “See? It helps calm you down.”

With a shaky breath, Ash mirrored Brock, inhaling through his nose. The air felt cool and refreshing, but as he held it, anxiety crept back in. He exhaled sharply through his mouth, his shoulders slumping. “What if I can’t do this, Brock?”

“You can,” Brock insisted, placing a reassuring hand on Ash’s shoulder. “You’ve faced Pokémon in battle, and you’ve overcome so much. This is just one small step.”

Ash nodded, but he still felt a knot in his stomach. He cracked his knuckles again, a habit he had when he was nervous. “I just hate the idea of it,” he confessed. “It feels so… scary.”

“I get that,” Brock said, his voice low and empathetic. “But think of it like a battle. You prepare, you face it, and then it’s over before you know it. Just a quick pinch.”

“Yeah, but battles are different!” Ash argued, his voice rising slightly. “At least I can see the Pokémon coming!”

Brock chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, if you think about it, the needle is like a really fast Pokémon. It’ll be over before you even realize it!”

Pikachu, perched on Ash’s shoulder, added its own encouragement. “Pika!” it squeaked, nuzzling Ash’s cheek. The electric Pokémon’s warmth offered a flicker of comfort.

Taking another deep breath, Ash closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the support of his friends. “Okay, okay. I’ll try again.” He opened his eyes, meeting Brock’s steady gaze.

“Good. Now let’s do this together,” Brock said, stepping back to the table. “You can sit down, and I’ll get everything ready. Just remember to breathe.”

Ash settled onto the rock that served as a table, his heart still racing. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the urge to run bubbling up again. “What if I faint?” he asked, anxiety creeping back into his voice.

“Then I’ll be right here,” Brock reassured him, gathering the tools. “You won’t be alone. We’ll handle it together.”

As Brock prepared the syringe, Ash felt his hands clenching and unclenching, his mind racing. “I really don’t want to do this,” he whispered, glancing at Pikachu, who looked back at him with big, trusting eyes.

“You’ve got this, Ash,” Brock said, turning back to him, the syringe in hand. “Just one more deep breath.”

With a shaky inhale, Ash felt the air fill his lungs. He exhaled slowly, trying to push away the fear. “Okay… I can do this,” he murmured, though doubt still lingered.

“On the count of three,” Brock said, positioning the syringe. “One… two…”

In that moment, Ash clenched his fists, biting his lip. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he took another breath, determined to face this fear head-on. “Three,” Brock said softly, and before Ash could think, he felt the quick prick in his arm.

“AH!” Ash yelped, and instinctively pulled away, but Brock was quick, steadying him. “It’s done, Ash! Just like that.”

The initial shock faded quickly, and Ash blinked, surprised. “Wait, it’s over?” he asked, disbelief washing over him.

Brock smiled, a triumphant gleam in his eye. “See? Not so bad, right?”

Ash let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relief flooding through him. “Yeah… I guess you were right.”

Pikachu squeaked happily, nuzzling Ash’s cheek again. “Pika!”

“Thanks, Brock,” Ash said, a small smile creeping onto his face as he realized he had faced his fear after all. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Back in the cave, Ash paced anxiously, wringing his hands and cracking his knuckles. He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, his nerves electrifying every inch of him. He glanced at the medical tools laid out on the makeshift table, each item a reminder of what was to come. His heart raced as he chewed on his nails, the familiar anxious habit creeping back in.

Brock watched him with a furrowed brow, concern flooding his expression. “Ash,” he said gently, stepping closer. “Take a deep breath. Slowly.”

Ash paused, looking up at Brock with wide eyes. “I… I can’t,” he stammered, his voice shaky. “What if it hurts? What if I faint again?”

Brock moved to stand directly in front of him, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. “You won’t faint, and it won’t hurt as much as you think. Just breathe with me, okay?”

With a hesitant nod, Ash tried to mirror Brock’s steady breaths. Inhale… one… two… three… he counted silently, but his breaths were quick and shallow. Panic clawed at his chest, making it hard to focus.

“Let it out, Ash,” Brock encouraged, his voice calm and soothing. “Just let it all out.”

Ash exhaled forcefully, his breath escaping in a shaky rush. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he murmured, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. “I thought I could handle it, but…”

“But you’re human,” Brock interjected softly. “It’s okay to be scared. We all have things that make us anxious.”

Ash took another shaky breath, this time a little deeper, feeling Brock’s grip on his shoulder steady him. “You really think I can do this?” he asked, searching his friend’s eyes for reassurance.

“Absolutely,” Brock replied, his expression unwavering. “You’re one of the bravest trainers I know. Remember when you faced that Gyarados? You didn’t back down then.”

A flicker of pride surged within Ash at the memory. “Yeah, but that was different!” he protested. “This is just a shot! It’s supposed to be easy, but I feel like I’m facing a Legendary Pokémon!”

Brock chuckled lightly, lightening the mood. “A shot is nothing compared to a Legendary. It’s just a quick pinch, I promise. And I’ll be right here with you.”

Ash took another deep breath, this one a little steadier. “Okay,” he whispered, feeling the tension in his body begin to ease. “I can do this. I can do this.”

“That’s the spirit!” Brock grinned, giving Ash’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Just keep breathing. In and out. You got this.”

As Ash continued to breathe, he felt his heart rate slow, the anxiety beginning to fade. He focused on Brock’s voice, allowing it to guide him through the wave of fear.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” Brock said. “First, let’s sit down and I’ll explain everything. No surprises.”

Ash nodded, his determination growing as he sat down on the soft pile of pillows. “Alright,” he said, a hint of confidence returning to his voice. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Just remember, you’re not alone,” Brock added, setting the stethoscope down and leaning closer. “I’m here for you every step of the way.”

With that, Ash took one more deep breath, feeling ready to face what lay ahead.

As Brock approached with the syringe, he maintained a calm and steady demeanor. “Alright, Ash, just stay relaxed. This will be over before you know it,” he said softly, his voice a reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of Ash’s anxiety.

To Ash, however, every second felt like an eternity. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, each tick of time stretching painfully. “Is it time yet?” he asked, his voice high-pitched and wavering. “How long is this going to take?”

Brock smiled, his expression patient. “Just a few seconds, I promise. You’re doing great. Just focus on me.”

Ash swallowed hard, his throat dry as he watched the needle glint in the dim light of the cave. “A few seconds… right,” he muttered, but it felt like years were passing. He could practically feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut.

Brock prepped the syringe methodically, taking his time to ensure everything was just right. “Deep breaths, Ash,” he reminded gently. “In and out. You can do this.”

Ash’s gaze darted around the cave, desperate to escape the moment. “I… I can’t do this!” he blurted out, a fresh wave of panic crashing over him. “What if I faint again? What if it hurts?”

“Just look at me,” Brock instructed, moving closer. “You’re strong, Ash. You’ve faced tougher battles than this. Remember that Gyarados? You stood your ground then.”

“Yeah, but that was different!” Ash exclaimed, his voice rising. “This is just… a shot! Why is it so terrifying?”

“Because it’s unknown,” Brock replied, nodding in understanding. “But it’s just a quick pinch. I’ll count to three, and then it’ll be over.”

Ash clenched his fists, feeling like he was teetering on the edge. “Okay,” he whispered, but his heart raced faster than before.

“One… two…” Brock started, his tone soothing.

To Ash, those numbers felt like a countdown to disaster. “Please, can’t we just skip to the end?” he pleaded, his eyes wide and pleading.

“Three!” Brock said, quickly administering the shot with precision.

For Ash, it felt like an eternity, the brief sting lingering far longer in his mind than it actually did in reality. He gasped, his breath hitching. “Did it happen? Is it over?”

Brock pulled the syringe away and placed a reassuring hand on Ash’s shoulder. “See? All done. Just a quick pinch, right?”

Ash blinked, disbelief washing over him. “That’s it?” he asked, feeling a mix of relief and lingering adrenaline.

“Yep!” Brock grinned, proud of his friend. “You did it! You faced it head-on, just like a true trainer.”

Back in the cave, Ash fidgeted nervously, wringing his hands and cracking his knuckles. He bit his lip anxiously, glancing around as if searching for an escape. His nails were now just short stubs, evidence of his growing agitation. The medical tools on the rock seemed to loom larger, a reminder of what was coming.

Brock noticed Ash's restless movements. “Ash, take a deep breath,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “Slowly.”

Ash looked up, his wide eyes reflecting his fear. “Brock, I don’t think I can do this,” he murmured, his voice shaky. He felt the weight of the cave pressing down on him, the dim light casting shadows that seemed to dance menacingly on the walls.

“Just one breath, Ash,” Brock encouraged, moving closer. “In through your nose… and out through your mouth. Like this.” He demonstrated, inhaling deeply, his chest expanding, then exhaling slowly. The sound was soothing, almost rhythmic.

Ash tried to mimic him, inhaling tentatively. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the tightness in his chest. “I— I can’t,” he stammered, the anxiety bubbling up again. “What if it hurts?”

“It’s just a quick pinch,” Brock reassured him, placing a hand on Ash’s shoulder. “You’ve battled Pokémon who hit much harder than this. You can handle it.”

Ash glanced down, his mind racing. “But this is different. This isn’t a battle!” His voice rose slightly, a mixture of frustration and fear. “I don’t want to feel helpless!”

Brock knelt beside him, meeting his gaze with empathy. “I understand. But you’re not helpless. You have the strength to face this, Ash. You’ve always shown that.”

Taking a shaky breath, Ash focused on Brock’s words, feeling a flicker of courage. “Okay… Okay, I’ll try.” He straightened up a bit, albeit reluctantly, and attempted another deep breath, this time feeling Brock’s steady presence beside him.

“Good,” Brock said, nodding encouragingly. “Just like that. In… and out.” He continued to guide Ash, watching as the tension in his friend’s shoulders began to ease slightly.

Ash squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, concentrating on the rhythm of his breath. “In… out… in…” he murmured under his breath, trying to anchor himself.

“Perfect,” Brock said, a hint of pride in his voice. “Now, remember how brave you are when you battle alongside your Pokémon. They look up to you, Ash.”

“I know,” Ash replied, opening his eyes. “I just wish it wasn’t so scary.”

Brock smiled gently. “It’s okay to be scared. Everyone is sometimes. But you have your friends here with you. We’ll all get through this together.”

Feeling a surge of gratitude, Ash nodded. “Thanks, Brock. That means a lot.” He took another breath, this time deeper, and let it out slowly.

“Alright,” Brock said, standing up and adjusting his gloves. “Are you ready?”

Ash hesitated, the fear still lurking, but he felt more grounded now. “Yeah… I think I am.”

“Let’s do this,” Brock said, and as Ash took a step forward, he felt a newfound resolve. It wouldn’t be easy, but he wouldn’t be facing it alone.

Brock approached Ash with a calm demeanor, carefully preparing the syringe. He moved slowly, his hands steady as he reassured Ash, “Just a quick pinch, and it’ll all be over before you know it.”

But to Ash, each moment felt like an eternity. Time stretched thin, his heart racing as he watched Brock’s every movement. He clenched his fists, feeling sweat bead on his forehead. “Brock, hurry,” he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and anxiety.

Brock paused, sensing Ash's unease. “I’m almost ready. Just breathe, Ash. In and out, remember?”

Ash tried to focus on his breathing, but it felt like years had passed since they first entered the cave. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “This is taking forever!” he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet, fighting the urge to bolt.

“Just a few more seconds,” Brock said gently, trying to keep the mood light. “You’ve faced stronger foes in battles.”

“But those were battles! This is a shot!” Ash shot back, his voice rising in panic. He glanced at the tools on the makeshift table, his imagination racing with what-ifs.

“Trust me, Ash,” Brock said, his voice soothing. “You can do this. It’ll be quick, I promise.” He brought the syringe closer, maintaining eye contact to keep Ash grounded.

To Ash, every heartbeat felt amplified, echoing in his ears like a countdown. “I can’t!” he cried, stepping back instinctively. “I just can’t!”

Brock took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Ash, listen to me. If you don’t get this shot, you’ll be at risk for much worse things. You need to protect yourself.”

“But what if I faint again?!” Ash's voice trembled with the memory of his last visit to the doctor, the embarrassment of collapsing in front of everyone.

Brock shook his head. “That won’t happen this time. You’re stronger now, and I’ll be right here with you.”

With a gulp, Ash nodded reluctantly, trying to convince himself. “Okay… okay. Just… do it fast.”

“Alright,” Brock said, bringing the syringe to Ash’s arm. He moved deliberately, knowing the importance of staying calm. But to Ash, it still felt like time was crawling, each second stretching into a painful eternity.

Finally, with a quick motion, Brock administered the shot. Ash flinched, but it was over almost instantly.

“See?” Brock smiled, removing the syringe. “All done!”

Ash blinked, the reality of the situation dawning on him. “Wait… it’s over?” he asked, astonished.

“Yep! Just like I promised.” Brock chuckled, relieved to see Ash’s wide eyes slowly shifting from fear to disbelief.

Pikachu jumped up excitedly, cheering, “Pika!” as Ash began to laugh, the tension melting away.

“I did it!” Ash exclaimed, feeling a rush of pride. “I actually did it!”

Brock grinned. “Told you it wouldn’t be that bad. Next time, you’ll know you can handle it.”

Back in the cave, Ash was a bundle of nerves. He paced restlessly, wringing his hands together and cracking his knuckles, his anxiety bubbling to the surface. He bit his lip hard enough to feel the sting, then shifted to chewing on his nails, a habit he had never quite shaken. Each sound echoed in the small, rocky space—his breath quickened, and he could almost hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears.

Brock, observing Ash’s growing distress, took a step closer, concern etched on his face. “Ash, take a deep breath,” he said gently, his tone soothing. “Slowly.”

Ash shot him a nervous glance but didn’t respond. Instead, he continued to pace, feeling trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts. What if it hurt? What if he fainted again? He could almost feel the rush of embarrassment creeping back.

“Just like this,” Brock demonstrated, inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself, before opening them again to meet Ash’s gaze. “You can do this. Focus on me.”

Ash hesitated, the tension in his shoulders tight. He finally forced himself to stop and look at Brock, who was watching him with unwavering support. “I… I don’t know, Brock,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “What if it’s really bad?”

“It won’t be,” Brock reassured him. “It’s just a quick shot. I promise it’ll be over before you know it. You’ve faced tougher battles than this!”

Taking a shaky breath, Ash tried to mimic Brock’s slow, deliberate movements. He inhaled through his nose, feeling the air fill his lungs, and held it for a moment, trying to push aside the wave of fear that threatened to wash over him. “Okay… okay…” he murmured, exhaling slowly.

“Good!” Brock encouraged, a warm smile breaking through Ash’s tension. “See? You’re already doing better. Just keep focusing on your breathing. In and out.”

Ash nodded, his hands trembling slightly but his breathing gradually evening out. He looked around the cave, the dim light casting soft shadows on the stone walls, and tried to find some calm in the familiarity of the space.

“Now, how about we talk about something else?” Brock suggested, his voice lightening the mood. “What about your next Pokémon battle? Any new strategies you’ve thought of?”

“Um…” Ash started, his mind still buzzing with anxiety. “I’ve been thinking about using Pikachu’s speed to outmaneuver some opponents. Maybe set up some electric traps…” He paused, realizing he was distracting himself from the impending shot. “But what if they don’t work?”

“They will if you believe in yourself,” Brock said firmly. “And remember, you have me to help you train. We’ll figure it out together.”

Feeling a bit more grounded, Ash let out another deep breath. “Right. Together,” he echoed, the bond of friendship giving him a bit more courage.

“Exactly. Now, let’s get this over with,” Brock said, his tone shifting to a more serious note as he prepared the necessary tools. “Just remember, I’m right here with you. You’re not alone.”

With one last deep breath, Ash nodded. He felt the fear still fluttering in his stomach but knew he could trust Brock. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said, his voice steadier than before, though his heart raced.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Brock said, giving Ash a reassuring smile as he moved closer, the medical tools in hand. Ash felt a mix of trepidation and resolve; he was ready to face this challenge head-on, with Brock by his side.

Brock approached Ash with calmness, trying to keep the atmosphere light. He methodically prepared the syringe, checking the dosage while glancing up at Ash, who was fidgeting with his hands and scooting away slightly.

“Just a little closer, Ash,” Brock encouraged gently, his voice steady. But to Ash, every second felt like an eternity. He felt the panic rising again, each moment stretching out longer than the last.

“Brock, maybe we could just skip it?” Ash suggested, inching backward further. “I mean, I feel fine!”

Brock sighed, knowing he couldn’t be angry with Ash. After all, he was still just ten—a child grappling with fears that felt larger than life. “Ash, I get it. This is scary, but it’s important,” he said, trying to maintain his patience.

“Yeah, but it feels like it’s going to hurt!” Ash protested, his voice rising a little.

Brock took a deep breath, remembering his own childhood fears. “I promise, it’ll be over quickly. Just one little pinch. You can handle this. You’ve faced much tougher challenges than a shot.”

Ash bit his lip, glancing at Pikachu, who offered an encouraging “Pika!” in response. But even that wasn’t enough to quell the rising tide of fear in Ash’s chest.

“Okay, just… give me a second!” Ash exclaimed, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes tightly, trying to muster courage. He could hear the sound of Brock moving closer, the slight rustle of gloves being pulled on.

“Whenever you’re ready, Ash,” Brock said softly, sensing his friend’s struggle. “Just remember, I’m right here with you.”

In that moment, Ash felt the weight of Brock’s support. He opened his eyes again, looking at the medical tools spread out before him. They seemed less intimidating with Brock’s steady presence. “Alright… let’s do this,” he finally said, his voice shaky but determined.

“Good choice,” Brock smiled, relieved. “Just focus on me and breathe.”

As Brock moved in closer, Ash clenched his fists, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable. He felt a rush of determination and fear all at once, but he knew he wasn’t alone. And that made all the difference.

Just as Ash steeled himself, Pikachu jumped up and wrapped its tiny arms around Ash's neck, nuzzling against him. “Pika!” it chirped encouragingly.

Feeling the warmth and comfort from his beloved Pokémon, Ash instinctively hugged Pikachu tightly in return. The simple act of connection soothed some of his anxiety, and he smiled despite his lingering fear.

Seeing the moment of distraction, Brock seized the opportunity. “Okay, Ash, here we go!” He moved in quickly but gently, bringing the syringe closer. “Just keep hugging Pikachu. Focus on him.”

Ash’s eyes widened as he felt the coolness of the syringe against his arm. “Wait! I wasn’t ready!” he exclaimed, but it was too late. Brock had already administered the shot with precision, swift and smooth.

“Done!” Brock announced, stepping back and pulling off his gloves with a satisfied grin. “See? Not so bad, right?”

Ash’s heart raced as he pulled back from Pikachu, feeling a mix of relief and residual tension. “That was too quick!” he protested, though deep down, he felt grateful. “But it wasn’t as scary as I thought.”

Brock chuckled, crossing his arms. “Told you. You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for.”

Pikachu cheered, jumping up and down happily. “Pika! Pika!”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks, buddy,” Ash replied, ruffling Pikachu’s fur affectionately. He felt a sense of pride wash over him; he had faced his fear and come out the other side.

“Now, how about a little reward for being so brave?” Brock suggested, pulling out a small snack from his bag. “I’ve got some of those berry treats you love.”

Ash’s eyes lit up. “Really? Awesome!” He took the treat eagerly, feeling a surge of happiness wash away the earlier tension.

“Just remember,” Brock said with a grin, “next time, you can skip the panic. You’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” Ash agreed, a newfound confidence blooming within him. “I think I can handle it better next time.”

Back in the cave, Ash was a bundle of nerves, wringing his hands repeatedly and cracking his knuckles as he paced back and forth. His lip was caught between his teeth, and he chewed anxiously at his nails, glancing at the medical tools spread across the rocky table. Each glint of metal felt like a reminder of the impending shot.

Brock watched Ash with a mix of concern and encouragement. “Ash, take a deep breath,” he urged softly, stepping closer. “Slowly.”

Ash paused mid-pace, his breath hitching as he looked at Brock. “I don’t know if I can,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “What if I freak out again?”

“You won’t,” Brock assured him, his tone steady and calm. “Just focus on me. In through your nose… out through your mouth. You can do this.”

Nodding hesitantly, Ash inhaled deeply, feeling the air fill his lungs. He held it for a moment, but his mind raced with thoughts of the last shot, the panic, the feeling of fainting. With a shaky exhale, he let the breath escape, but it came out uneven and quick.

Brock noticed. “No, no. Let it out slowly,” he encouraged. “Try again. In… and out.”

Ash clenched his fists, willing himself to obey. He inhaled once more, this time counting silently in his head. One… two… three. As he reached four, he felt a flicker of focus amidst his fear. He released the breath slowly, counting as he did. Four… five… six.

“Good, Ash! Keep going,” Brock prompted, watching him closely. “You’re doing great.”

Feeling slightly more grounded, Ash tried to match Brock’s soothing tone. “Okay… in… out.” He repeated the process, the rhythm calming his racing heart just a little.

“See? You’re already feeling better,” Brock said, offering a reassuring smile. “Now, let’s take a look at you, alright?”

Ash hesitated, glancing at the medical tools again. “What if I can’t handle it?” he asked, anxiety creeping back in.

“Remember what we talked about?” Brock said, kneeling down to Ash’s level again. “You’ve faced battles and tough Pokémon. This is just a quick pinch, and I’ll be right here with you the whole time. You can trust me.”

Ash nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “Okay… I’ll try.”

“Good,” Brock said, his voice steady. “Now, let’s check your heart rate and then we’ll get the shot over with, alright?”

Ash took one last deep breath, trying to focus on Brock’s calm presence. He felt his hands relax slightly, though his heart still raced. “Alright… let’s do this.”

Brock pulled out the stethoscope and placed it gently on Ash’s chest. “Just breathe normally,” he instructed. Ash obeyed, trying to keep his breaths steady. “I’ll just listen for a moment…”

The sound of his heartbeat thudded in his ears, the pressure of anticipation making it feel louder. “It’s… it’s okay, right?” Ash asked, his voice a mixture of hope and anxiety.

Brock nodded, a small smile forming. “Your heart’s racing a bit, but that’s normal. You’re just anxious. It’ll be over before you know it.” He removed the stethoscope and prepared the syringe, moving with practiced ease.

Ash felt his stomach churn again as he caught sight of the needle. “Brock, maybe we should just skip the shot?” he suggested, panic rising in his throat.

“Nope,” Brock said firmly but gently. “We’re doing this. Just remember what I said. In… and out.”

Ash squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the warmth of Pikachu nuzzling against his leg for support. “Okay, I’m ready… sort of.”

“On the count of three,” Brock said, positioning the needle. “One… two… three!”

With a quick motion, he administered the shot, and Ash felt a brief sting. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Brock asked, his tone brightening.

Ash opened his eyes, surprise washing over him. “I… it’s over?” he blinked, feeling a wave of relief.

“Yep! Just like I promised,” Brock said, smiling widely. “Now you can focus on training and battling without any worries.”

Ash let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thanks, Brock,” he said, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “You really helped.”

“Anytime, Ash,” Brock replied, his smile warm. “Now let’s get you some food and maybe a little rest, okay?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Ash agreed, finally feeling like he could take on whatever came next.

Back in the cave, Ash stood near the makeshift examination area, wringing his hands anxiously. He felt the rough texture of his gloves as he twisted them together, cracking his knuckles under the pressure. Each sound echoed in his mind, a reminder of the dread building within him. His lip was bitten raw from the nervous chewing, and he could feel the remnants of nail clippings stuck under his fingers as he gnawed at them absentmindedly.

Brock noticed Ash’s fidgeting and stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “Ash, take a deep breath,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “Slowly.”

Ash glanced up, his wide eyes betraying the storm of anxiety swirling inside him. “I don’t know if I can,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “What if it hurts?”

Brock crouched down to Ash’s level, maintaining eye contact. “It’s just a quick pinch. But I need you to breathe. In through your nose… and out through your mouth. Like this.” He demonstrated, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly, making a whooshing sound.

Ash watched him, trying to mimic Brock’s calm demeanor. He inhaled through his nose, filling his lungs, then hesitated before letting it all out in a rush. “Like that?” he asked, his voice a mix of uncertainty and fear.

“Almost,” Brock encouraged, nodding. “Just try again. This time, count to four while you breathe in, and then count to four while you breathe out. Ready?”

“Okay,” Ash replied, his heart still racing. He closed his eyes, willing himself to focus. One… two… three… four. He inhaled, feeling the cool air fill him, and then held it for just a moment. The tension in his chest felt a little lighter.

“Now, let it out,” Brock prompted gently. “One… two… three… four.”

Ash exhaled, and though it came out in a huff, he felt a flicker of relief. “I can’t believe I’m this scared of a shot,” he admitted, shaking his head in frustration.

Brock smiled reassuringly. “You’re not alone, Ash. A lot of people feel that way. But remember, you’re stronger than you think. Look at all the battles you’ve faced, all the Pokémon you’ve trained. You can handle this.”

“I know,” Ash said, though the quiver in his voice betrayed him. “But it just feels different, you know? It’s not a battle. I can’t dodge a shot like I can dodge a Pokémon attack!”

“True,” Brock agreed, standing up and placing a hand on Ash’s shoulder. “But this is just one small moment. Once it’s over, you’ll be back out there, ready for your next adventure. Think of it as a strategy for staying healthy so you can continue training.”

Ash nodded slowly, contemplating Brock’s words. “You really think I’ll be okay?”

“Absolutely,” Brock replied with confidence. “Now, let’s take one more deep breath together. Ready? In… and out.”

They breathed in unison, and Ash felt a surge of courage as he focused on the rhythm of their breaths. With each exhale, the weight of his fear felt a little lighter.

“Alright,” Ash finally said, a determined glint in his eyes. “Let’s do this.”

“Good choice!” Brock said, a proud smile spreading across his face. “Let’s get this over with so we can get back to training.”

As Ash took a step toward the examination area, he felt a newfound resolve. He might be scared, but he was ready to face whatever came next.

As Ash held Pikachu tightly in his arms, he felt a wave of comfort wash over him. Pikachu's warmth reassured him as they prepared for the moment he’d been dreading. But when the needle touched his arm, a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to wince.

Brock noticed immediately. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

Ash bit his lip, trying to suppress a gasp. “N-no! It hurts!” he stammered, his heart racing as the discomfort throbbed in his arm. He squeezed Pikachu even tighter, seeking solace in the familiar electric Pokémon.

Brock quickly glanced at Ash’s face, noticing the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Just a little longer, Ash! It’ll be over in a second,” he encouraged, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I can’t believe this!” Ash groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“Because it’s a needle, Ash,” Brock explained patiently, focusing on the task at hand. “But remember, you’re tough. You’ve faced so much worse. Just think about the battles you’ve fought.”

Ash took a deep breath, his grip on Pikachu loosening just slightly. “You’re right… I can do this.”

With a final pinch, Brock pulled the needle away, and Ash let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “See? All done!” Brock said, smiling triumphantly.

Ash opened his eyes, still feeling the sting but relieved it was over. “I survived!” he exclaimed, trying to inject some humor into the moment.

Pikachu nuzzled against his cheek. “Pika!” it chirped, as if celebrating with him.

Brock chuckled. “You did great, Ash. Now you can get back to being the amazing Pokémon Trainer you are!”

Ash smiled through the lingering discomfort, feeling grateful for his friends. “Thanks, Brock. I guess it wasn’t so bad after all.”

Back in the cave, Ash was a bundle of nerves. He paced back and forth, wringing his hands and cracking his knuckles, his teeth digging into his lip as he anxiously chewed his nails. The soft glow of the cave made the shadows dance around him, amplifying his anxious energy.

Brock observed Ash, his brow furrowed with concern. “Ash, take a deep breath,” he said gently, his voice steady and calming. “Slowly.”

Ash glanced up, his wide eyes betraying his inner turmoil. “I can’t, Brock. What if it hurts? What if I faint again?” His voice was laced with panic, each word spilling out in a rush.

“Just focus on me,” Brock urged, stepping closer. “Breathe in through your nose… and out through your mouth. You can do this.”

Ash nodded hesitantly, though his hands continued to tremble. He inhaled deeply, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. “In… one… two…” he counted silently, his heart still racing.

“Good,” Brock encouraged. “Now hold it… and let it out. Nice and slow.”

Ash followed Brock’s instructions, exhaling slowly. “Out… one… two…” The tension in his shoulders began to ease slightly, though he still felt the knot of fear in his stomach.

“See? You’re doing great,” Brock said, smiling warmly. “Just keep it going. In… and out.”

With each breath, Ash felt the world around him settle just a bit. “It’s just a shot,” he murmured to himself, though the words felt like a mantra rather than a conviction. “Just a shot.”

“Exactly,” Brock replied, watching Ash intently. “And I promise, it’ll be over before you know it. You’re tougher than you think, Ash.”

Ash nodded, feeling a flicker of determination. “I’m tougher than a Caterpie!” he exclaimed, trying to inject some humor into the situation. But then his nervousness returned, and he bit his lip again, glancing at the medical tools on the rock.

“Let’s talk about something else while you get ready,” Brock suggested, shifting the mood. “How’s that Pikachu of yours? Still using Thunderbolt on everything?”

A small smile crept onto Ash’s face at the mention of his beloved Pokémon. “Yeah! Pikachu loves showing off. He even zapped Team Rocket last week!”

Brock chuckled, the sound lightening the atmosphere. “I’m not surprised. You two are quite the team.”

“Yeah, we are!” Ash said, a bit more confidence returning. “And I can handle this… I just have to remember that.”

“That’s the spirit!” Brock encouraged. “You’ve faced Gym Leaders and wild Pokémon. This is just another challenge. Plus, I’m right here with you.”

“Right,” Ash replied, taking another deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Brock nodded and took a step back, preparing the supplies. “Just remember to focus on me. We’ll get through this together.”

As Ash squared his shoulders, he felt the warmth of Brock’s support surround him. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said, determination shining in his eyes.

Brock smiled and gestured to the table. “Then let’s get started. You got this, Ash!”

Pikachu hopped into Ash's arms, sensing his trainer's tension as Brock prepared the needle. Ash's heart raced as he felt the cool metal against his skin, but the moment it pierced his arm, a sharp pain shot through him.

“Brock, hurry! Hurry!” Ash exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.

Brock, focused and calm, quickly pushed the plunger down, trying to keep his movements steady. “I know it hurts, Ash, but it’s almost over!”

Ash squeezed Pikachu tightly, his face contorting with discomfort. “It feels like a Beedrill sting!” he cried out, the memory of his past encounters flashing in his mind.

“Just a few more seconds,” Brock reassured him, glancing at Ash’s face, which was flushed with anxiety. “You’ve faced tougher battles than this!”

With a final push, Brock finished the injection and pulled the needle away. Ash let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him, though the sting still lingered.

“There! All done!” Brock said, smiling. “See? That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Ash nodded, though his voice trembled. “Yeah, but it hurt! A lot!” He glanced down at the small bandage Brock was placing over the injection site.

Pikachu nuzzled Ash’s cheek, offering comfort. “Pika!” it chirped, as if to say they’d get through this together.

Brock chuckled softly. “I promise it’ll feel better soon. And look at you—you were really brave!”

“Brave? I was terrified!” Ash replied, still holding Pikachu close.

“But you did it,” Brock said, pride evident in his voice. “And now you can focus on what really matters: training and catching more Pokémon!”

Ash let out a small laugh, feeling the tension begin to ease. “Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, Brock.”

“Anytime,” Brock replied, cleaning up the supplies. “Now let’s go find some Pokémon to battle! That’ll take your mind off things.”

With Pikachu still in his arms, Ash nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s do it!” He felt a renewed sense of determination, ready to face whatever adventures awaited him.