(Disclaimer, I do not own Pokémon. I only own my characters)
Get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy,
Get up cause the world has left you lying on the ground.
You're my pride and joy; you're my pride and joy.
Get up Johnny boy because we all need you now.
We all need you now…
She hadn't left his side in days, even when Jakus and Kaidon offered to take her place. What little sleep she managed to get was full of nightmares, and she often awoke with tears streaming down her face. She had almost lost him, and she didn't even know what had happened. The large Bisharp that had rushed him in to the hospital was covered in dried blood, and sat in a chair in the corner with a guilty look on his face. He didn't mean to hurt an innocent, and in the process he seemed to have hurt the human who hadn't left the room since she heard about what had happened.
-I didn't mean to hurt his mate…- the Bisharp thought regretfully, -I'm so sorry- he had sat in the heavy wooden chair for the past few days, the doctors weren't paying much attention to the bladed Pokémon, and he liked it better that way. He would fix his actions, and devote his life to protecting this human he had wronged without a second thought.
The door opened, and Jakus stepped inside the white room. "How is he doing?" he asked quietly, sticking his hands in his pockets. He had been pretty worried about his friend when he noticed he hadn't shown up in battling class, and when he found out Zekiev was in the hospital, he had offered to help in any way he could. He felt sorry for the tired looking girl; her eyes were puffy and red, and she hadn't slept very well for awhile. Jakus had seen her having nightmares before when he was visiting the hospital, and he wished he could help somehow.
"Better, "She began in a sad voice, "But he lost a ton of blood…the doctors said he could be out for awhile."
"Damn…" He replied, scratching the back of his head, "I'm really sorry about all this Joan…" he said quietly, looking over to the Bisharp. "Who's this?" he inquired, pointing a thumb at the bladed Pokémon.
"This is the Pokémon that brought him in. We don't really know all of what happened, that's what we are hoping to find out when Zekiev wakes up…" She answered, wiping her face a little.
"Oh…" he continued, "Well, make sure to call me when he wakes up. I'll leave you guys alone for now."
She nodded, looking back towards Zekiev with a worried expression.
"And Joan?" He broke the silence before leaving.
"Yes?" she answered, turning her head to the trainer.
"Just…take care, okay?" he finished, stepping towards the door as she nodded in his direction, acknowledging his request. She was so busy worrying about Zekiev, that she hadn't really been taking much care of herself.
-I'll take a nap…then I'll clean myself up…promise…-she thought to herself, yawning as she laid her head on the bed next to Zekiev. She had slept like this every night, she felt like if she left something would happen, and that was something she wouldn't allow. She fell into a deep sleep, her fingers intertwined with Zekiev's, holding on tightly, as if he would leave if she let go.
"Awaken, my child." A calm voice vibrated around his mind, and he was surrounded by shining stars.
"Where am I?" he asked in wonder, looking around him for the source of the voice.
"Your body resides on earth, yet your spirit is in the cosmos, protected by me. Only temporarily, I assure you, you will be reunited with your friends soon enough." The voice vibrated again, and Zekiev absorbed every word.
"Who are you?" Zekiev asked, confused, "And where are you?" he continued, scratching his head nervously.
"I am the god, Arceus. And I am the source of your power." It finished, awaiting a response from the boy.
-Arceus? - The boy thought to himself, wondering how he ended up in the situation. –The source of my power?-
"Yes, my child." Arceus answered, reading Zekiev's mind, "and you have much more to tap in to." The god continued patiently.
"What do you mean? Why am I here?" Zekiev asked as the god materialized in front of him in a bright flash.
"I deemed you ready, and that is why you are here. You have a very interesting adventure ahead of you, Zekiev. And death will not stop that, at least this time. I can only save you this once, for it takes far too much power to bring life to the dead. I'm sure you have many questions, but all will be answered, in time. Now, go back to your world, my child. I believe someone is waiting on you." Arceus smiled as he sent the trainers soul back to his plane of existence.
His eyes opened slowly, and his body began to ache with pain.
"Ugh…ouch…" He grumbled, noticing Joan's hand in his. Her tired eyes were closed, and her brows were furrowed in worry. –she looks so tired…I'm sorry Joan…- thought to himself sadly, squeezing her hand lightly. He stood from the bed quietly, groaning from the pain in his ribs. He slowly picked her up, laying her on the bed he had occupied. –She deserves to be more comfortable- he thought to himself, so he didn't wake her.
He woke as soon as he heard the boy moving, but remained still. He had no idea what to do, so he just decided to wait until the dark haired human noticed him, not knowing what his reaction would be.
Zekiev stared into her face as he sat in the cushioned chair, taking her hand in his. He wanted to wake her, and tell her he was alive, and tell her how much he loved her.
-I guess I really do…-he thought to himself, smiling. His ribs ached, and his arms were covered in heavy bandages, but he was alive. And that is what truly mattered, that he was alive for her.
She awoke to his smiling face, and immediately wrapped him in a tight hug, crying quietly.
"Shhh…" He assured the relieved girl in his arms, "Everything is okay…I'm okay…"
…We all need you now.
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