Chapter
2
James,
semi-conscious heard his pokemon friend Meowth’s voice “James, dere you
are, I came as soon as I heard.” James slowly opened his eyes glanced around
him. All he could see was smoke and fire, the brightness hurt his tired eyes so
he tightly closed them and asked,
“Where’s
Jessie? What happened?”
“I
don’t know” Meowth answered, “a bomb I think.”
“A what?” James squealed in panic. He moved his arm to brush
his sky blue hair from his face and winced in pain. He slowly turned his aching
body onto it’s front.
“Have
you seen Jessie?”
“No”
Meowth said simply, “Don’t you think I’d be with her
if I had?!”
“Jessie?” James called into the flames, getting no answer, he began to crawl slowly away from Meowth. Meowth stared after him,
“James, you’re in no fit state to…” but he was gone, James has disappeared into
the flames.
Jessie
looked desperately around her trying to find something she recognised.
She had blood on her face, a sheet of glass has wedged itself into her leg and
this was complete with panicked tears in her eyes. She pulled herself forward
quickly, she knew she had to keep moving, but this resulted in a wall of
plaster landing on her head making her mind go dizzy, she couldn’t think
straight. All she wanted was James in this moment of hard ship he was all she
wanted. She didn’t want to die before he at least knew the way she felt about
him. She resigned to the pain in her leg and began to cry softly, it wasn’t
long before she had given into her pain and fear and was curled up in a tight
sobbing ball. She looked up briefly and gazed through the dusty air at a figure
lying motionless on the floor near by. Using her arms to drag her legs along
behind her, she made her way across the floor to where the figure lay.
“Oh
god,” she said as she brushed the hair from the figure’s face and realised who it was. “James? Can you hear me?” She sobbed
shortly and kissed his forehead. She refused to believe that her best friend,
the only one in the entire world who really understood her was lying there
half-dead. It was so unreal to her. She stared at his soot covered face just
waiting for it to move. A faint feeling of guilt passed through her as she
thought of the way she had treated him through the years. She had been so mean
to him a lot of the time.
But
not all the time, she comforted herself with. Jessie jumped when James’ eyes
twitched before opening. He focused on her face for a while before muttering,
“Found
you, Jessie.”
“No,
I found yo…” she was interrupted by the sound of
their old friend and partner in crime, Janie Jouner’s
voice. Jessie turned around and gave her a desperate look making Janie run over
to her. Janie almost screamed when she saw the sheet of glass implanted in
Jessie’s leg.
“J-Jessie, your leg” she stammered, but Jessie just
shook her head and pointed to James lying helpless on the floor. Janie, being
relatively inexperienced in rescuing people told Jessie to crawl after her
while she helped James to where she had sneeked past
Officer Jenny to get in a few moments before. When they entered the daylight
gaining many puzzled and shocked faces from the crowd, Janie helped Jessie and
James into an ambulance before getting in herself.
Janie
watched with a heavy heart as her two best friends were wheeled away on
stretchers, praying hard that they would be alright. Hours later she was told
that she could got and see James, but not Jessie. She
walked into his cubicle and sat by his bed.
“You
OK?” She asked feeling lost for words.
“How’s
Jessie?” James answered instinctively.
“I
don’t know, the dimwit doctors won’t tell me anything.”
“You’ve
been crying” he said quietly. Janie felt herself blush.
“Are
you kidding?” She blurted out, “You, me and Jessie are a team, what would I do
without you?” She finished as lightly as she could. James smiled and then
frowned,
“what would we do without Jessie?” He said darkly. Janie
closed her eyes tightly and then spoke,
“J,
let’s not think about it.” At that moment a doctor entered the cubicle and
asked Janie for a word away from James’ earshot. Janie followed him through the
curtain looked questioningly at him.
“I’m
afraid Jessica as lost a lot of blood, Janie, - it is
highly possible she won’t make it” he said flatly. Her heart sank,
“Jessie’s
strong, she’ll make it…she has to” she said, feeling sick. “Why did you tell me
that?” she asked plainly looking into the doctor’s eyes. He was silent, Janie immediately recovered her senses and told him
that he didn’t have to answer her. She turned and walked back to where James
was, flung her arms around him and broke down in tears. They stayed in each
other’s arms for what seemed like ages, but then James pulled her in front of
him so he could see her face and dried her tears with his thumbs.
“What’s
happened?” he said through his tears.
“H-he
said that she might not…” she cried into his chest, “why did he say that James?
Why can’t they be more supportive?”
"She
can’t die” James said firmly. Janie looked up at him and turned his face to hers,
“She
won’t die” she whispered.
“I
hope to god you’re right,” he cried. Janie sat up and tried to dry her eyes,
but the more she rubbed the more the tears came, she hated crying in front of
people.
“James,
I need a walk to clear my head”
“OK,”
James said absently. Janie got up and made her way to the curtain. “Janie…” she
heard from behind her.
“What?”
she answered, turning to face him.
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“What
do you think?!”
“That’s
what friends are for you plonker!” Janie sobbed and
walked out.