Ash sat in the waiting room, alone with only his worry to keep him company. So scared about Pikachu's condition, he didn't even notice the doors open.
"Hey, Ash." The woman greeted.
Looking up, the first thing he noticed was the long, black dress that she always wore. Brown hair flowing down to the centre of her back almost covering her face and white gloves as she leaned over, gasping for breath.
"Hazel, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just had to run here to see how you were doing, since I didn't have my bike." She stood straight as she recovered from her trek.
"Your bike? Wait, where is it?"
"I was hoping you could tell me. I mean, I found a couple of Spearow unconscious around a burnt one, but that couldn't be mine. Could it?" She glared at him as she asked, her tone daring him to lie. It was only when she noticed someone missing her expression softened.
"Wait, where's you Pikachu?"
Ash looked down, his expression becoming solemn once again. "He's... not doing so good."
They sat together. Ash sharing his experience with the Spearow, and Hazel listening closely to help when she could.
"Good thing it was raining, then." she said when he finally finished.
"Huh, what're you talking about?"
"Oh, Ash. You've always been clueless. A simple Thunder Shock couldn't have taken out all those Pokémon at once. Water conducts electricity, meaning the rain made it easier for the attack to jump from one to the other."
He realised what she was saying. It really was lucky it was raining.
Whatever he was going to say next was forgotten as Nurse Joy returned.
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