Misty paced around the Pokemon Center, her hands behind her back. " I've never seen Ash this depressed. Just because he wasn't able to save one Pokemon doesn't mean he gets all.... Uh...."

( Like so)

Brock shot her a look. " It matters if that Pokemon was his very own Bulbasaur."

Misty sighed and stopped pacing. " I know, but can he really blame himself if Bulbasaur wanted to help the last Pokemon and the rock came crashing down on him?*

Brock shot her a look. " Uh, in case you haven't met Ash, yes. He can blame himself. As his girlfriend and traveling brother, we should do something.".

Misty groaned. " You just had to say it."

" Say what?"

" The fact we're both... You know.... In love."

Brock grinned. In case it's not clear, it's been pretty obvious for a while. Actually, when we met."

" Huh? What do you mean?*

" Well, you and Ash used to fight a lot. He didn't want to put you in danger, and numerous times he's grabbed your arm and pulled you with him to safely. Also, when we were at that ghost mansion and you thought he was dead, you were crying. Then he woke up and said, ' Hi Misty'. And you wiped your tears and blushed."

Misty stopped pacing and looked at Brock, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I-I wasn't blushing! I just... I mean, it was a stressful situation, okay?"

Brock chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. "Sure, Misty. Whatever you say."

Misty frowned and folded her arms. "Okay, fine! Maybe I was worried about him, but who wouldn't be? Ash has this way of throwing himself into danger without thinking!"

"Exactly," Brock nodded, still smiling. "And that's why he's taking Bulbasaur's accident so hard. He always feels like it's his responsibility to protect everyone, even if it's not always possible."

Misty's expression softened as she glanced towards the hallway where Ash was. "Yeah... I get that. But he shouldn't have to carry that burden alone."

"That's why we're here," Brock said, his voice gentle. "To remind him he doesn't have to."

Misty sighed deeply, her gaze fixed on the door. "But how do we even help him with this? He's not talking to anyone, not even Pikachu."

Brock pushed himself off the wall and stood beside her. "We just need to remind him he's not alone in this. That he did everything he could, and sometimes, things happen that are beyond anyone's control. But more importantly, he needs to know we're here for him."

Misty nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right. I hate seeing him like this. I just wish... I wish he'd talk to me."

Brock raised an eyebrow. "You know he will. He trusts you more than anyone else, Misty."

Misty's eyes softened as she thought about Ash. "I hope so."

As the two of them stood in silence, Misty's mind drifted back to all the times Ash had risked his life for his friends and Pokémon. She knew he always put others before himself, and it broke her heart to see him so torn up over something that wasn't his fault.

After a few moments, Misty straightened her back and looked determined. "Alright, I'm going in there."

Brock grinned. "Good luck."

Misty rolled her eyes but smiled slightly as she approached the door to Ash's room. She knocked gently before entering. Inside, she found Ash sitting on the bed, staring blankly at his hat in his hands. Pikachu was curled up beside him, equally quiet and somber.

"Hey," Misty said softly, stepping inside. "Can I sit?"

Ash looked up at her, his eyes tired, but he nodded. Misty sat down beside him, the silence hanging heavy between them.

"You know," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "you did everything you could."

Ash stared down at his hat again. "It wasn't enough."

Misty frowned. "It was, Ash. Bulbasaur made his own choice to help, and you couldn't have stopped that rock from falling. You can't control everything."

Ash gripped his hat tightly. "But I should've protected him..."

Misty placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch comforting. "You did protect him. You've always done your best for your Pokémon, and they know that. Bulbasaur knew that."

Ash didn't respond, but his grip on the hat loosened a bit.

Misty continued, her voice softening even more. "It's okay to feel bad, Ash. But don't carry all the blame. You're not alone in this."

Ash's shoulders sagged as he let out a long breath. "I just... I keep thinking about what I could've done differently."

Misty gently took his hand in hers, surprising both of them with the gesture. "Ash, you can't always save everyone, no matter how much you want to. But what matters is that you care. And that makes you an amazing trainer, friend... and person."

Ash looked at her, his eyes a bit brighter now. "You really think so?"

Misty smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know so. And... Brock and I are here for you, no matter what."

Ash looked down at their hands for a moment before squeezing back. "Thanks, Misty... I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Misty chuckled softly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Well, you'd probably still be stuck in some random forest somewhere."

Ash smiled, the first real smile he'd shown since the accident. "Yeah, probably."

Then he noticed something.

Ash gently held Misty's hand, his thumb brushing over the small ring she wore. His eyes softened as he remembered the day he had given it to her, not expecting her to actually keep it.

"You wore it..." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Misty glanced down at the ring on her finger, then back up at Ash, her expression slightly nervous but warm. "I've worn it since the day you gave it to me."

Ash blinked in surprise. "But you said you hated it! You told me it wasn't your style."

Misty let out a small laugh, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah, I said that. I was planning to give it to one of my sisters, actually. But then... I don't know. The more time I spent with you, the more I realized..." She hesitated, her voice faltering as her eyes widened, realizing what she was about to admit.

Ash's heart pounded as he saw the vulnerability in her eyes. He didn't let go of her hand; instead, he pulled her gently into a hug, his arms wrapping around her securely. "Realized what?" he asked softly, his breath warm against her hair.

Misty's heart raced as she rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She took a shaky breath, her hands clutching the fabric of his jacket. "That you're... perfect for me," she finally whispered.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Misty couldn't believe she had actually said it out loud, but Ash's grip on her tightened just slightly, comforting her. He didn't pull away, didn't laugh or tease her like she thought he might. Instead, he held her closer, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Misty..." Ash began, his voice full of emotion she hadn't heard from him before. "I... I had no idea."

Misty closed her eyes, feeling both relieved and scared at the same time. "I didn't either," she admitted softly. "But... I guess I've known for a while now."

Ash was silent for a moment, still holding her close. His mind raced with everything Misty had just said, and for once, he felt the weight of her words sink in. He had always cared about her, always admired her strength and courage, but hearing her say those words made his heart swell in a way he hadn't expected.

"You mean a lot to me too, Misty," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I guess... I just never realized how much until now."

Misty looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a mixture of emotions swirling in her gaze. "Ash..."

Before she could say anything more, Ash leaned down and gently pressed his forehead to hers, a quiet and intimate gesture. "I'm glad you kept the ring," he murmured, his breath warm against her face.

Misty smiled softly, her heart fluttering as she nodded. "Me too."

Just as the moment between Ash and Misty was reaching its emotional peak, a loud clap echoed through the room.

"Well, it's about time!" Brock exclaimed, grinning widely.

Ash and Misty froze, their heads snapping towards Brock. The look of surprise and embarrassment on both their faces was instant.

"Brock!" Misty shrieked, her face flushing a deep red. "What the—how long have you been standing there?!"

Ash jumped back, looking just as flustered. "B-Brock! Seriously?!"

Brock laughed heartily, completely unfazed by their outburst. "Long enough to know that the two of you finally figured out what the rest of us have known for ages." He crossed his arms smugly. "You guys were bound to confess eventually."

"Bound to confess?!" Misty screeched, her face now burning even redder. "I... I wasn't—Ash wasn't—"

Ash, equally embarrassed, rubbed the back of his neck and turned away. "We weren't confessing! We were just—"

Brock raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Oh really? 'Perfect for me'? 'You mean a lot to me'?" He mimicked their words, exaggerating the tone, causing Ash and Misty to groan in unison.

Misty stomped her foot. "I'll kill you, Brock!"

Before Misty could lunge at Brock, Ash held her back, his face still crimson. "M-Misty, calm down! We're going to wake the entire Pokémon Center!"

"Good!" Misty huffed, her arms crossed as she glared daggers at Brock. "Let them hear me strangle him!"

Brock, still laughing, took a step back, raising his hands defensively. "Okay, okay! I'll give you two some space. But seriously, you're cute together."

Both Ash and Misty yelled simultaneously, "Brock!"

Brock couldn't contain his laughter as he slowly backed out of the room, leaving Ash and Misty standing there, their faces bright red, the emotional moment completely shattered by Brock's teasing.

Ash sighed, turning to Misty, who still looked furious. "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

Misty groaned, shaking her head. "Not as long as Brock's around, no."

They both collapsed onto the couch, still embarrassed but a small smile creeping onto Misty's face. Despite the interruption, there was a sense of relief in the air. Neither of them had to hide their feelings anymore, even if Brock had completely ruined the moment.

"I swear," Ash mumbled, "we're gonna get him back for that."

Misty smirked. "Oh, definitely."

Just as Ash and Misty were recovering from their flustered moment, Brock suddenly appeared again, grinning mischievously.

"Bulbasaur is out and awake!" Brock announced.

Ash's eyes lit up instantly. "Bulbasaur?! Really?!"

Without a second thought, Ash grabbed Misty's hand and bolted toward the Pokémon Center room where Bulbasaur was recovering. Misty barely had time to react before she was practically yanked off her feet.

"Wait, Ash!" she cried, trying to keep up, but Ash was moving very fast—far faster than Misty had anticipated. "Slow down!"

Ash kept running, his excitement overriding any sense of pace. "Sorry, Misty! I didn't mean to! I'm just—Bulbasaur!" His voice was breathless, though his feet didn't slow for a second.

Misty, despite her protests, couldn't help but smile a little at Ash's enthusiasm. "Ash! You're gonna make me trip!"

But Ash was so focused, he hardly noticed her struggle to keep up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he called over his shoulder, his grip on her hand tight as he continued to race forward. "I just want to see Bulbasaur!"

Finally, they burst into the room where Bulbasaur was resting. Bulbasaur perked up immediately at the sight of his trainer. Ash skidded to a stop, pulling Misty right along with him as they nearly crashed into the bedside.

"Bulbasaur!" Ash exclaimed, kneeling next to his Pokémon, a flood of relief washing over him. "I'm so sorry, buddy! I shouldn't have let you—"

But Bulbasaur interrupted with a gentle cry, shaking its head. It looked at Ash with soft eyes, as if to say, It wasn't your fault, Ash.

Ash looked down, tears of guilt welling up in his eyes. "No, Bulbasaur... I should've protected you better. I'm sorry—"

Bulbasaur interrupted again with another cry, apologizing as well, as if it were saying, I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.

Misty stood nearby, catching her breath after being dragged the whole way. She watched as Ash and Bulbasaur's apologies turned into a two-sided conversation. Each time Ash tried to apologize, Bulbasaur would counter with an apology of its own.

Ash's voice grew more urgent. "No, I should have been there! It's not your fault!"

But Bulbasaur wouldn't let up, its cries equally insistent. Misty, watching the back-and-forth, blinked in disbelief.

Soon, it was as if the room was filled with a chorus of apologies, Ash and Bulbasaur both insisting the other wasn't to blame. Misty couldn't help but roll her eyes and chuckle under her breath.

"Well," Misty muttered, crossing her arms, "this could go on forever." She walked over and gently nudged Ash's shoulder. "Hey, Ash, I think Bulbasaur knows how much you care. Maybe it's time you both stop apologizing?"

Ash paused mid-apology, looking up at Misty sheepishly. "Uh, yeah... I guess we're overdoing it a bit."

Bulbasaur gave a little nod, clearly agreeing with Misty. Ash rubbed the back of his neck, grinning awkwardly. "Sorry, Bulbasaur."

Bulbasaur gave a small, happy cry and reached out with a vine, wrapping it around Ash's arm in a comforting gesture.

Misty smiled, feeling warmth in her heart as she watched the bond between Ash and his Pokémon. "See? Everything's okay, Ash. You've both done your best."

Ash looked up at her, still holding Bulbasaur's vine, and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Misty smiled softly, then raised an eyebrow. "But next time? Maybe give me a heads-up before dragging me across the whole Pokémon Center."

Ash laughed nervously, finally letting go of her hand. "Yeah... sorry about that."

Nurse Joy gave a concerned look as she checked Bulbasaur's vitals. "It'll be fine... I hope."

Ash's eyes widened, a sudden wave of panic washing over him. "Wait, what do you mean 'I hope'?"

Nurse Joy sighed, her expression soft but serious. "Bulbasaur is strong, but the injuries are severe. There's a chance he might not survive the night."

Ash froze, her words hitting him like a truck. His heart sank. He didn't say anything—he just turned and bolted out of the room. Misty and Brock barely had time to react before Ash disappeared down the hall, running straight to his room.

"Ash!" Misty called after him, but he didn't stop.

Misty and Brock exchanged worried looks.

Ash slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He rushed to the bed and threw himself onto it, yanking the blanket over his head. Everything felt heavy. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. His best friend, Bulbasaur, might not make it through the night—and it was his fault.

Under the blanket, Ash curled into a ball, clutching the fabric tightly as if it could block out the world around him. His mind replayed the moment again and again—how he failed to protect Bulbasaur, how he wasn't fast enough to stop the rock from falling.

He buried his face in the pillow, not wanting to talk, not wanting to move.

Brock paced around the hallway, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What just happened? Why did Ash run off like that?"

Misty sighed and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. "He's upset. Really upset. Nurse Joy said Bulbasaur might not survive the night."

Brock's eyes widened. "Oh man, that's serious."

Misty nodded. "Yeah. Ash blames himself. He's not going to take it well if something happens to Bulbasaur."

Brock sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I get it now. No wonder he's hiding under the blankets. Bulbasaur's always been there for him... this must be tearing him apart."

Misty's gaze softened as she thought about Ash. "Yeah... he cares so much about his Pokémon. He always puts them first." She shook her head. "We need to do something. We can't just let him stay like that."

Brock nodded in agreement. "I'll go talk to Nurse Joy, see if there's anything else we can do. You go check on Ash. He might listen to you."

Misty hesitated, but then gave a determined nod. "Right. I'll see if I can get through to him."

Misty quietly knocked on Ash's door, but there was no answer. She opened it slowly and peeked inside. The room was dark, and Ash was completely buried under the blanket, his body still and silent.

"Ash?" she called softly as she stepped into the room.

No response.

Misty approached the bed and sat down on the edge, her hand gently resting on the lump that was Ash under the covers. "Ash... it's me. I know you're feeling bad, but you can't just shut down like this."

Still no answer. The silence was deafening.

Misty sighed, trying to find the right words. "You've always been there for Bulbasaur, and he's been there for you. You two have an amazing bond. Whatever happens tonight, you've done everything you could."

Ash didn't move.

Misty frowned and leaned down a little closer. "Ash... Bulbasaur wouldn't want you to beat yourself up like this. He's tough, just like you. He needs you to stay strong for him."

A soft, muffled voice came from under the blanket. "...It's my fault."

Misty's heart ached hearing Ash so broken. She gently pulled the blanket down from his face, revealing his tear-streaked cheeks. "It's not your fault, Ash. You didn't cause this. Sometimes things just happen, no matter how hard we try to prevent them."

Ash sniffed and wiped his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "But what if he doesn't make it? What if I lose him?"

Misty's expression softened. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You won't lose him, Ash. Bulbasaur's strong, and you've given him every reason to fight. No matter what happens, you've been the best trainer and friend he could ever have."

Ash didn't say anything, but he slowly sat up, hugging his knees to his chest.

Misty gave him a small, reassuring smile. "Let's go check on Bulbasaur together, okay? He needs you more than ever."

Ash hesitated for a moment, then nodded quietly. "Okay..."

Misty stood up and offered him her hand. Ash stared at it for a moment, then took it, letting her pull him up from the bed. With her support, he slowly made his way back to the Pokémon Center room, hoping against hope that Bulbasaur would be okay.

Meanwhile, in the Pokémon Center, Brock and Nurse Joy worked tirelessly, doing everything they could to stabilize Bulbasaur. Brock prepared healing herbs, while Nurse Joy carefully monitored Bulbasaur's condition with various medical devices. It was tense, and the air felt thick with worry.

They heard footsteps approaching and glanced up, seeing Ash and Misty enter the room. Ash walked silently, his face expressionless, and sat down right in front of Bulbasaur. His eyes were fixed on his injured friend, but he didn't say a word or even move. His body seemed frozen, as if all his energy had drained out of him.

Misty watched him, her heart aching. "Uh... Ash?" she called softly, hoping to get through to him.

But Ash didn't respond. He didn't even blink. Instead, he lay down slowly on the floor beside Bulbasaur's bed, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes. It was like the world around him didn't exist anymore. He was trapped in his thoughts, weighed down by guilt and fear.

Brock exchanged a worried glance with Nurse Joy. "He's really taking this hard," Brock muttered under his breath.

Nurse Joy nodded sympathetically. "He must care deeply for Bulbasaur. It's not uncommon for trainers to feel this way when their Pokémon are in critical condition."

Misty knelt down beside Ash, trying once more to reach him. "Ash, you need to talk to us. You can't stay like this. Bulbasaur needs you."

Ash remained silent, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

Misty bit her lip, feeling helpless. She wanted to shake him, to make him snap out of it, but she knew that wouldn't help. All she could do was stay by his side, hoping that Bulbasaur would pull through and that Ash would come back to his senses.

The room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the machines. Misty placed a gentle hand on Ash's arm. "We're all here for Bulbasaur, Ash. He's fighting, and so are we. You don't have to do this alone."

Ash's lips barely moved, but in a barely audible voice, he whispered, "I can't lose him."

Misty nodded, her eyes filled with compassion. "You won't. Bulbasaur's strong, and he knows how much you care. He's not giving up, and neither should you."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Ash's eyes shifted from the ceiling and landed on Bulbasaur. His expression softened, though his heart still weighed heavy.

Ash walked down the hall of the Pokémon Center, still feeling the weight of everything that had happened with Bulbasaur. He decided to check on his other Pokémon, hoping they were at least doing okay. As he approached the bathroom, he heard strange noises—retching sounds—and hurried his pace.

When he pushed open the door, his eyes widened in shock. "Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed, taking in the scene in front of him.

Squirtle, Pikachu, and Charmander were all huddled around the toilet, looking absolutely miserable. Squirtle had its shell partially covering its face, Charmander's flame was flickering weakly, and Pikachu was sitting there with his ears drooping, clearly not in good shape.

"Are you three okay?!" Ash rushed to them, his voice full of concern. He knelt down beside them, trying to comfort his poor, sick Pokémon.

Pikachu let out a weak "Pika..." before dry heaving again, while Squirtle glanced at Ash with watery eyes and gave a small, pitiful nod.

Charmander, usually full of fire and energy, could barely manage a groan as his tail flame flickered low. He looked at Ash apologetically, but all three of them were too sick to move.

Ash scratched his head, unsure of what to do. "What happened to you guys? Did you eat something bad?" he asked, but of course, none of the Pokémon could answer.

Misty came rushing in after hearing the commotion. "What's going on—oh no!" She gasped as she saw the Pokémon gathered around the toilet.

"We need Brock!" Ash said urgently. "They're all sick!"

Without another word, Misty sprinted off to get Brock, while Ash stayed with his Pokémon, gently patting each one on the back. "You guys are gonna be okay, I promise." But deep down, he was starting to worry—what could have caused this, and was it connected to what happened with Bulbasaur?

Brock rushed into the bathroom, carrying his medical kit. Kneeling down beside the Pokémon, he gently patted Pikachu's head and rubbed Charmander's back. "That's a good Pokémon. You'll be okay," he murmured reassuringly, though his brow was furrowed in concern.

Ash, on the other hand, was pacing frantically back and forth in the hallway just outside. His mind was racing with worry for his team. First Bulbasaur, now this? What was going on?

"Ash, sit down," Brock called over his shoulder, trying to focus on taking care of the sick Pokémon. But Ash didn't seem to hear him, too consumed by his anxiety.

Without a word, Ash turned away and sprinted to the nearest phone. He had to call Professor Oak—he needed help and answers, and maybe the professor could shed some light on what was happening. As he dialed the number, he wiped his forehead, his heart pounding.

After a few rings, the screen lit up, and there was Professor Oak, his face full of calm wisdom. But just as Ash was about to speak, his mother, Delia, appeared behind Oak, her eyes instantly filling with concern when she saw Ash's frantic expression.

"Ash, dear?" Delia's voice was gentle but laced with worry. "What happened?"

Ash's voice cracked as he tried to explain. "Mom... my Pokémon, they're all sick. First Bulbasaur got hurt, and now Squirtle, Pikachu, and Charmander are all throwing up. I don't know what to do!"

Delia's eyes softened as she took in her son's distressed face. "Oh, sweetheart... I'm sure everything will be fine. You've taken such good care of your Pokémon. Have you asked Nurse Joy or Brock for help?"

Ash nodded quickly, pacing in front of the phone. "Yeah, Brock's with them now, but... I'm just so worried. What if something really bad happens?" His voice was trembling, and it was clear that the pressure of trying to protect his team was weighing heavily on him.

Professor Oak's voice cut through gently. "Ash, listen. Pokémon are resilient, and Brock is a skilled caretaker. It could be something as simple as bad food or a virus going around. Try to stay calm and trust that they'll recover soon."

Ash took a deep breath, but it didn't do much to calm him. He glanced back at the door to the bathroom, where Brock was working tirelessly. His heart ached seeing his Pokémon in such pain.

Delia smiled softly. "You're a wonderful trainer, Ash. You've faced challenges before, and you've always found a way to help your Pokémon. You just need to stay strong for them, okay?"

Ash looked down, rubbing the back of his head. "Thanks, Mom..." He didn't feel all that strong right now, but hearing his mom's reassuring words helped a little.

Professor Oak chimed in again. "And Ash, you're not alone. We're all here to support you. Stay close to your Pokémon, and don't forget—you've trained them well. They'll fight through this just like they always do."

Ash nodded, feeling a bit more grounded. "Okay. I'll stay with them... Thanks, Professor. Thanks, Mom."

Delia waved through the screen. "Take care of yourself, Ash. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will, Mom." He hung up and stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning back to where Brock was caring for his Pokémon.

As he walked back into the room, the weight on his chest still remained, but he felt a small glimmer of hope. His Pokémon needed him, and he wasn't going to let them down.

Ash sat on the couch, his knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he tried to make sense of everything. The dim light in the Pokémon Center barely illuminated the room, and the silence felt heavier than usual. His mind raced with worries about his Pokémon and Misty. He hadn't been able to save Bulbasaur, and now the rest of his team was sick.

"Bye, Misty. Sleep well," he whispered as he glanced toward the bed where Misty lay, fast asleep, with Brock watching over the three sick Pokémon.

Ash tried to settle into the couch, but his heart wasn't in it. He huddled there, trying to get comfortable, but nothing seemed to ease the tension in his chest. His mind kept wandering back to how powerless he felt.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ash saw a faint orange glow. He turned his head to see Charmander, tail flame flickering weakly, walking toward him. The small fire Pokémon climbed up onto the couch and nuzzled Ash's side.

"Charmander...," Ash said softly, his voice thick with concern. "Go back to Misty and Brock. You're not feeling well, remember?" He gently pushed Charmander toward the direction of the bed, worried that the Pokémon was straining itself by trying to comfort him.

But Charmander, stubborn as ever, shook its head and curled up closer to Ash, resting its head on his lap. Despite being sick, Charmander's instincts to protect and stay close to its trainer were stronger than its own need for rest.

Ash felt a lump rise in his throat. Charmander was trying to be there for him, even in its weakened state. "You... you don't have to do this, buddy," Ash murmured, his hand resting on Charmander's back. The warmth from Charmander's body slowly started to seep into Ash's skin, comforting him even though he didn't feel he deserved it.

Tears pricked at the corners of Ash's eyes, but he blinked them away. He didn't want to cry, not in front of his Pokémon. He was supposed to be their leader, their trainer. How could he break down now?

But Charmander wasn't going anywhere. It stayed right by Ash's side, offering what little comfort it could, even though it was clearly exhausted.

"Thanks, Charmander..." Ash whispered, his voice barely audible. He gently stroked the fire Pokémon's head. Charmander's small purr of contentment filled the air as it drifted off to sleep on Ash's lap.

" Pika Pika pi!*

Misty groaned. " Pikachu, what happened?"

" Pika!"

He handed misty a note.

A note with familiar handwriting.

Brock, Misty

Take good care of Charmander and Bulbasaur and Squirtle and Pikachu.

I'll be fine, don't worry

Just tell them if they ask I wasn't worthy of them

Oh, and Misty?

Go find yourself another boyfriend. I'm not good enough for you.

Misty's breath caught in her throat. She glanced at the aquamarine gem on her ring.

" Oh, Ash." She whispered. She took her locket off and opened it, to reveal a side with her and Ash, having fun.

" I'll always love you." She whispered. " Always."

Then she looked on the side table.

There was a velvet box.

She took it, and opened it.

It was a beautiful silver bracelet, with a lightning and water charm in the middle. She let out a loud sob as her vision blurred.

" Ash...." She muttered as she buried her face in the blanket.

Brock opened an eye, his nightcap falling off slightly as he slid his mask up. " What happened?"

Misty slid the beautiful silver bracelet onto her wrist, her heart racing as she traced the intricate design of the lightning and water charms with trembling fingers. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the weight of Ash's words in the note. “He thinks he’s not worthy of us,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What's going on?" Brock asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. He quickly caught sight of Misty's tear-streaked face and the note clutched tightly in her hand. "What happened?"

"Here," she said, her voice shaky as she handed him the note. "It’s from Ash. He… he thinks he isn’t good enough for us."

Brock read the note, his brow furrowing deeper with each line. "This is bad. Ash is taking this too far! We need to find him!"

Misty nodded, determination flooding her veins. “He couldn’t have gone far! He needs us right now!”

"Onix, I choose you!" Brock exclaimed, summoning the large Rock/Ground-type Pokémon. The ground trembled slightly as Onix emerged, ready for action.

"Onix, we need your help! Use your seismic sense to find Ash!” Brock instructed. The massive Pokémon nodded, its eyes glowing briefly as it tapped into the vibrations of the earth.

“Please, Onix. He can’t be far,” Misty added, her voice filled with urgency.

Onix moved slowly, but with purpose, its body swaying as it honed in on the vibrations that Ash had left behind. After a few moments, it let out a rumbling noise, signaling that it had picked up something.

"This way!" Brock shouted, pointing as Onix started to slither forward. Misty hurried after him, her heart pounding in her chest.

As they moved through the halls of the Pokémon Center, Brock turned to Misty. "What do you think he meant by ‘not worthy of them’? He’s just feeling down because of Bulbasaur."

"I know," Misty replied, her voice trembling with worry. "But he’s always been so hard on himself. If we don’t find him soon..." Her voice trailed off, the fear creeping back in.

Brock shot her a reassuring look. "We will find him. He can’t hide from us forever."

Just then, Onix came to a halt in front of a door that led outside. It flicked its tail, indicating that Ash was out there.

Misty's heart raced as she pushed the door open, her voice ringing out. "Ash! Are you out here?"

The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the Pokémon Center. They stepped outside, scanning the surroundings until they spotted Ash sitting on a bench, his head in his hands.

"There he is!" Brock exclaimed, rushing forward with Misty close behind.

“Ash!” Misty called, breathless as she approached him.

He looked up, his eyes red and puffy. “What do you want?” he mumbled, the weight of his emotions evident in his voice.

“We want to help you,” Brock said firmly. “You can’t just run off like this. You’re worthy of us, Ash!”

Misty knelt down beside him, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. “Ash, I love you. We all do. You need to stop thinking you’re not good enough.”

Ash looked up at her, his expression wavering between sadness and confusion. “But I—”

Misty cut him off. “No buts! You are a great trainer, and you care so much for all of us. You need to believe that.”

He sighed deeply, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I just feel like I failed Bulbasaur.”

“You didn’t fail him,” Brock insisted, kneeling down next to them. “You did everything you could. Bulbasaur knows you care about him. He just needs time to recover.”

Ash looked between his two friends, his heart swelling with emotion. “I... I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint us,” Misty reassured him, side hugging him. “We’re a team, remember? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He looked down at the ground for a moment, the weight of his guilt still heavy on his shoulders. “I’m sorry I worried you guys.”

Brock grinned. “Just don’t do it again. Now let’s get back inside and wait for Bulbasaur to get better. We’ll be right there with him.”

Ash finally managed a small smile, the warmth of their support easing the heaviness in his heart. “Thanks, guys. I really needed this.”

As they started to head back inside, Misty looked at Ash and gestured to the bracelet on her wrist. “And by the way, I’m keeping this close. It’s a reminder that you’re my boyfriend, and you’re definitely good enough for me.”

Ash's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and joy washing over his face. “Really?”

“Really,” she replied, her voice softening. “Always.”

Ash smiled gently, and Misty took his hand. " I love you, Ketchum."

Ash's smile widened. " Me too."

As Ash, Misty, and Brock entered the Pokémon Center, they were met with a sudden rush of fur and energy. Pikachu, Squirtle, and Charmander, having recovered from their earlier distress, rushed toward Ash and tackled him with overwhelming excitement.

“Pika, Pika!” Pikachu squeaked happily, nuzzling against Ash’s face.

“Easy, guys! Easy!” Ash laughed, trying to catch his breath as the three Pokémon swarmed him. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth at their enthusiasm, a stark contrast to the heaviness he’d felt earlier.

Squirtle clambered over Ash’s shoulder, and Charmander did a little dance in front of him, its flame flickering brightly. “You all are way too hyper!” he chuckled, gently pushing them back to create some space.

Misty watched the scene unfold, a smile spreading across her face. “See? They missed you, Ash. They know you care about them.”

Ash nodded, feeling the weight of their affection. “I missed you guys too.” He reached out to pet Pikachu, who leaned into his hand with a contented purr.

Brock stepped forward, grinning at the reunion. “Looks like your Pokémon were worried about you too. Just like us!”

“Yeah, I guess I was just really stressed out,” Ash admitted, brushing a hand through his hair. “But I’m okay now. Thanks to you guys.”

Misty moved closer, kneeling beside the Pokémon. “We’re all here for you, Ash. Whenever you feel down, just remember how much we all care.”

“Pika!” Pikachu agreed, nodding enthusiastically.

Just then, Nurse Joy walked over, her expression warm and encouraging. “I’m glad to see you back, Ash. Bulbasaur is resting, and we’re doing everything we can to help him recover.”

“Thank you, Nurse Joy,” Ash said, his heart lifting at the news. “Can we see him?”

“Of course! He’s in the recovery room,” she replied. “Just be gentle with him; he needs all the love and support he can get right now.”

With a renewed sense of hope, Ash led the way, followed closely by Misty, Brock, and their excited Pokémon. As they reached the recovery room, the atmosphere shifted to one of quiet anticipation.

The room was softly lit, and Bulbasaur lay comfortably on a bed, surrounded by soothing equipment. Ash’s heart sank for a moment at the sight, but he quickly pushed the sadness aside.

“Hey, Bulbasaur,” he said softly, kneeling beside the bed. “It’s me. I’m here.”

Bulbasaur’s eyes fluttered open, and he let out a soft, weak “Bulba.”

Ash felt a surge of relief. “You’re going to be okay. We’re all here for you.”

Misty and Brock stepped closer, their presence a comforting reminder of the bond they shared. “We’ll help you get through this, Bulbasaur,” Misty promised, gently stroking his leaves.

“Just rest for now,” Brock added, smiling reassuringly. “We’ve got your back.”

Ash watched as his Pokémon slowly perked up, the energy in the room shifting as they gathered around him. “We’re a team, Bulbasaur. You’re part of our family, and we won’t leave your side.”

Two hours later, the calm atmosphere of the recovery room shattered when Nurse Joy’s voice rang out, urgent and filled with concern. “Ash! Brock! I need you!”

Ash’s heart raced. He didn’t need to hear more; he was already sprinting toward the source of the voice. “What’s wrong?!” he called, panic rising in his chest.

“Bulbasaur’s health is deteriorating, and he’s not calming down!” Nurse Joy explained, her expression frantic yet focused.

As Ash burst into the recovery room, his eyes landed on Bulbasaur, who was visibly distressed, struggling against the bed’s restraints. Without hesitation, Ash rushed to his side. “Bulbasaur!” he shouted, kneeling beside him. He carefully lifted Bulbasaur into his arms, settling him on his stomach.

“Oh, Bulbasaur, you little cutie,” Ash whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He gently cradled Bulbasaur against him, feeling the warmth of his Pokémon’s body against his own. “I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Bulbasaur looked up at him, eyes wide with fear, and Ash could feel his heart breaking. “It’s okay, buddy. Just breathe. I’m here, and I won’t let you go. We’re in this together.” He spoke softly, trying to soothe the panicked Pokémon as he stroked Bulbasaur’s back gently.

Brock entered just behind Ash, taking in the scene quickly. “What can I do?” he asked, already pulling out his medical supplies.

“Can you check his vitals?” Ash pleaded, his eyes never leaving Bulbasaur’s face. “I need to know what’s happening with him!”

Brock nodded, moving swiftly to Bulbasaur’s side. “Joy, can you help me monitor his breathing? We need to keep him calm.”

“Of course!” Nurse Joy replied, her hands moving deftly over the equipment, checking readings and ensuring everything was functioning properly.

With Ash holding Bulbasaur securely, Brock focused on his vital signs. “He’s showing signs of stress,” he announced, glancing up at Ash. “We need to keep him calm. Ash, try to talk to him. Remind him of happier times.”

“Right,” Ash said, his voice steadying as he looked into Bulbasaur’s eyes. “Remember all those times we fought together? All those battles? You were amazing out there! You helped us win so many times, Bulbasaur. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Bulbasaur blinked slowly, and Ash could see the tension in his little body begin to ease. “You’re my best friend, and I’ll always be there for you, no matter what. Just relax, okay? Focus on my voice.”

Brock continued to monitor Bulbasaur’s heart rate, nodding to himself as he saw the numbers stabilize. “That’s it, Ash. Keep talking to him. He needs to hear you.”

Misty appeared at the door, having sensed the urgency in the air. “What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting between Ash, Brock, and Nurse Joy.

“Bulbasaur’s health is declining. We’re trying to keep him calm,” Ash said, keeping his focus on Bulbasaur. “I can’t lose him, Misty. Not after everything he’s done for us.”

Misty rushed to Ash’s side, placing a gentle hand on Bulbasaur’s head. “You’re going to be okay, Bulbasaur. We’re all here for you. Just breathe with us.”

As the three of them focused their energy on calming Bulbasaur, Ash felt a glimmer of hope. He could sense Bulbasaur responding to their encouragement, the Pokémon’s breathing slowing as he nestled closer to Ash.

“That’s it, Bulbasaur,” Ash said softly. “You’re not alone. We’re your family, and we’re going to get through this together.”

But then, to Ash's horror, Bulbasaur closed his eyes, his body going limp in Ash's arms. Panic surged through him like a tidal wave. “No, no, no! Bulbasaur, please!” he cried, his voice cracking as he held the Pokémon tighter.

“Ash! Stop!” Nurse Joy commanded, her voice cutting through his spiraling thoughts. “You’re making it worse!”

“How?! How can it be worse?!” Ash exclaimed, his emotions boiling over. “AHHHHHHHHAHAGAHHA!”

Amid the chaos, Bulbasaur nudged Ash gently with his head. “Bulba…” he murmured weakly.

Ash paused, staring down at his friend in confusion. “Huh?” He blinked, trying to comprehend what was happening. Bulbasaur’s eyes fluttered open slightly, looking up at him with a hint of recognition and concern.

“Bulbasaur, you’re still with me!” Ash gasped, his voice trembling. “Please, you have to hold on!”

Nurse Joy stepped closer, her hands reassuringly on Ash’s shoulders. “Ash, listen to him. He’s trying to tell you something. Just breathe. You need to be calm for him.”

Bulbasaur’s gaze softened as he nudged Ash again, urging him to relax. “Bulba…saur…” he murmured, as if to say it was okay.

Ash swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of Bulbasaur against him. “I’m sorry, buddy. I just… I can’t lose you. You’re my partner,” he said, his voice steadier now.

“Just keep talking to him,” Brock urged, checking Bulbasaur’s vitals once more. “He needs to know you’re here.”

“Right,” Ash replied, forcing himself to take a deep breath. “Bulbasaur, remember when we first caught you? You were so brave, standing up against that Scyther. You’ve always been the heart of our team, and I need you to keep fighting. We’re all counting on you!”

As Ash spoke, he could see a flicker of life return to Bulbasaur’s eyes. “Bulba…” the Pokémon replied, seeming to draw strength from Ash’s words.

“That’s it!” Misty encouraged, kneeling beside them. “You’re stronger than this, Bulbasaur! You’ve faced so much, and you’ve always come back to us.”

Brock chimed in, “You’ve helped us through so many tough battles. You’ve got this!”

With the three of them rallying around him, Bulbasaur slowly began to stir, his breathing growing steadier. “Bulbasaur!” he exclaimed, a bit more strength returning to his voice.

“See, Ash? He’s responding!” Nurse Joy said, relief washing over her. “Just keep encouraging him.”

Ash nodded, his heart swelling with hope. “I believe in you, Bulbasaur! You’re going to get better! Just hold on a little longer for me!”

With that, Bulbasaur looked at Ash, determination flickering in his eyes. “Bulba!” he said again, more firmly this time, as if vowing to fight back.

Tears brimmed in Ash’s eyes, but this time they were tears of hope. “That’s right! We’re going to get through this together!” He held Bulbasaur close, feeling the warmth of their bond rekindling. No matter how tough the journey, they would always find a way to lift each other up.

Bulbasaur blinked, his eyes brightening as memories flooded back to him. Ash continued, his voice filled with warmth and nostalgia. “Remember the first time you, Squirtle, Pikachu, Pidgeotto, and Charmander disobeyed me? That day in the snowy cave!”

Bulbasaur let out a soft “Bulba” as if he recognized the story.

Ash grinned, his heart lifting. “I beamed you all into your Poké Balls and stuffed you in my jacket. But Pikachu wouldn’t go into his, even though I ordered him! Then the four of you came bursting out, determined to keep me warm. I said we would all be cold together!”

Misty looked at Ash in surprise. “You never told us any of this!”

Ash shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “Well, you told me Onix dug a tunnel to a hot spring. That was way cooler!” He chuckled softly, his laughter ringing in the air as he tried to lighten the mood.

Brock shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “That’s classic Ash, trying to be the hero while getting himself into trouble.”

Ash’s expression shifted, his gaze locking onto Bulbasaur’s. “But those moments… they remind me of how strong our bond is. No matter how many times we disagree or what challenges we face, we always find a way back to each other. We’re a team, Bulbasaur.”

Bulbasaur responded with a weak but resolute “Bulbasaur!” as if promising to fight for their friendship.

“See?” Ash encouraged, looking around at his friends. “We’ve been through so much together. Just like that snowy day, we’ll get through this, too! You’re not alone, buddy!”

Misty nodded, her heart swelling with hope. “We’re all here for you, Bulbasaur. Just keep fighting!”

Brock chimed in, “You’ve overcome tougher challenges, and you can do it again. Just think of all the adventures still ahead of us!”

With the support of his friends and the memories of their shared experiences flooding back, Bulbasaur opened his eyes a little wider, determination shining through the haze of his pain.

“That’s it!” Ash exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. “Just hold on a bit longer. We believe in you!”

As the other three Pokémon—Squirtle, Charmander, and Pikachu—bounded into the room, they couldn’t contain their excitement. They leaped onto Ash’s stomach, sending him gasping for air.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Guys! Stop!” Ash yelped, laughter mixed with exasperation.

Bulbasaur let out a soft laugh, the sound bringing a smile to Ash’s face despite the chaos.

“Oh, not you too!” Ash exclaimed, spotting Bulbasaur's teasing grin. “Pikachu! OFF MY FACE! YOU CAN’T JUMP ON MY FACE!”

But Pikachu, undeterred, was too busy having fun. “Pika-pika!” he squeaked, playfully bouncing on Ash’s nose, while Squirtle and Charmander nuzzled against his sides.

Brock chuckled, watching the scene unfold. “Looks like they’re just trying to cheer you up, Ash!”

Misty added, “Yeah! They know you need it, and it seems to be working!”

Ash groaned, attempting to gently push Pikachu away while still laughing. “Okay, okay! I get it! I love you guys too!”

With a final leap, Pikachu finally landed on Ash’s shoulder, squinting happily. Ash wrapped his arms around all four Pokémon, pulling them close. “You little troublemakers! You’re lucky I love you all so much!”

As the laughter echoed in the room, the atmosphere shifted from despair to joy, each Pokémon's presence bringing comfort and strength to Bulbasaur. The little plant Pokémon watched his friends and felt warmth spreading through him, a reminder of their unbreakable bond.

“See, Bulbasaur?” Ash said, still holding his Pokémon close. “This is what it’s all about! Together, we can face anything!”

Bulbasaur managed a weak but determined “Bulba!” in response, his spirits lifting as he felt the love and support surrounding him.

Then the trio decided they were bored.

So Pikachu, Charmander, and Squirtle took their places on Ash's nose, and he could barely see through the tangle of limbs and fur. “Guys! You’re all too heavy!” he exclaimed, flailing his arms in a comical attempt to dislodge them.

“Hold on, Ash!” Brock said, rushing to grab one of Ash’s arms while Misty grabbed the other. “You’re going to launch them into the wall!”

“Why do I feel like I’m being attacked by a trio of fluffy ninjas?” Ash grunted, trying to shake them off while Brock and Misty held him steady.

“Because you are!” Misty laughed, holding onto Ash’s arm tightly as he thrashed about. “Just let them have their fun!”

“Easy for you to say! They’re not sitting on your face!” Ash protested, his voice muffled as he turned his head, trying to avoid the weight on his nose.

“Just breathe, Ash!” Brock chuckled, trying to keep a straight face while managing Ash's other arm. “They’re just trying to help you feel better!”

“Yeah! Remember how worried they were about Bulbasaur?” Misty added. “This is their way of cheering you up! Just go with it!”

With a dramatic sigh, Ash finally surrendered, relaxing into the moment. “Alright, alright! You win, you furry little goofballs!” He let his limbs go limp, which only made Pikachu, Charmander, and Squirtle cheerfully bounce even more.

“Pika! Charmander!” they squeaked in unison, clearly enjoying their antics.

“Just promise me you’ll let me breathe once in a while!” Ash gasped, trying to contain his laughter.

Suddenly, Bulbasaur opened one eye and let out a soft chuckle. It was infectious, and soon everyone, including Ash, was laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“Okay, okay! You three win!” Ash finally conceded, looking over at Bulbasaur. “Just remember, I’m the one who feeds you!”