Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Stitches ❯ Stitches ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Note: Hey! I was tired when I wrote this! It'll be probably most appreciated by girls for the first chapter. I added womanly-stuff.

Stitches

She ran back to the campsite.

Shit! She thought, they're gone again!

She stomped away angrily. It was that time of month and a stop at the store had to be arranged. It was her turn to get food any way, so she left a note that said food for the other two to find, as soon as they got back from wherever the hell they were, that is.

At the checkout counter she spotted that whiny redheaded twerp.

Luckily the stupid girl couldn't recognize a Team Rocket agent out of uniform if her life depended on it. Well, technically she was still in uniform but the jacket covered up her "R".

Aside from the food and other more personal items, she bought bandages.

She took the lot back to camp and emptied two boxes into her bag. She ate her share of dinner and lay down in her warm sleeping bag for a few minutes.

"Jess?"

And apparently the other two were back.

"Hey! Where the hell were you?" she asked, getting up.

"Nowheres," Meowth replied.

"Well, any later and I would've had to throw this out! Did you two forget we don't HAVE a goddamn refrigerator?" Jessie yelled.

James sighed.

"I give up!" She dropped the paper-bag at his feet and slipped inside the tent.

James and Meowth stared after her. They fed Victrebel, Wobbafet, and Weezing. Arbok's Pokèball was in the tent, and neither of the two would DARE go in there. It was okay, though, because Jessie had fed it and was bandaging its wound soundlessly.

Typical! she thought That's so goddamned typical!

She returned Arbok and cried her self to sleep.

*

She let out a muffled scream. She had had another nightmare. The kind you can't ever remember. She lay in the security of her sleeping bag, breathing heavily, and looked around. James was a deep sleeper. He was smiling, like he always does in his sleep, and snoozing contentedly on his side of the tent (the left side). Meowth was lying at the tent's opening, snoring loudly.

She couldn't go back to sleep, not yet. She walked through the forest. It was rather chilly, but she had James' jacket on. As she was heading back towards camp, though, she tripped over a rock. She fell and landed on her right arm.

"Goddamnit!" she yelled as she winced at the pain.

She got back to camp and bandaged her arm before falling asleep.

*

"Good morning, Jess!" James said with a smile.

"What's so fucking good about it?" she snapped.

"PMS!" Meowth fake-coughed.

"Go to hell."

"Something wrong, Jess?" James asked.

"My arm," she said, holding it out to him.

He took a good look at it. "It'll heal. There's no need to see anyone about it."

"Good."

"How'd you sprain it? Oh, it WASN'T from the blast-off, was it?"

"I tripped in the goddamned forest."

"You're in a rather pissy mood," Meowth said.

"I just remembered something! We have to take Arbok to the PokèMoN Center."