Avalanche!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokémon. And I’m allergic to Aspirins.

Summary: Ash and Misty are trapped after an avalanche.

Speech. Thoughts.

Part 2

‘Uh, anybody get the trainer of that Rhyhorn?!’ Ash groaned softly as he regained consciousness. Feeling something heavy on his chest, he glanced down and started slightly. ‘Misty?!’ She had her head on his chest and one arm thrown over him with a fistful of his shirt in her hand. There was a strange, silvery blanket wrapped around them, but as Ash moved to feel it, his winced and stifled a small scream as pain shot up his right arm. Misty stirred and woke up, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear them. “Hey, are you okay Ash?” “Ow, yeah, uh, what happened? And what’s up with my hand?” Ash could faintly see a bandage wrapped around his lower arm in the dim light reflected off the strange silver blanket. “We were hit by an avalanche. You landed, kinda, funny, when we fell off the chair-lift. I think your wrist might be broken, or at least sprained, because it was all purple when I had a chance to look at it. We’d better get rescued soon, before it goes bad.” She reached into her hip-pack and took out a small bottle. “Here.” She said, opening it and offering it to him. “If the pain’s real bad, you could have an Aspirin, but I don’t have many, so you can only take one.” Ash took the small white tablet from her and swallowed it.

“Hey Misty, what’s this thing anyway?” Ash said, indicating the silvery blanket. “Oh, it’s a space blanket.” “A space blanket?!” “Yeah, they’re pretty good things to have around in an emergency sitch, you know. They can reflect sunlight to cool you in a desert, or reflect heat to warm you up in snow.” Ash nodded. “Yeah? Cool, but where’d you get it?” Misty shrugged and rearranged it a little. “From a camping store, back home. Oh, can you wriggle your right foot a little?” Ash glanced at her before complying. A little snow shifted down from the roof of the small cavity they were trapped in. Misty nodded. “Good.” She noticed the strange look he was giving her. “Oh, well your left ski came off in the fall, and your right one was broken off behind your foot, see?” she pointed down at his foot. Ash squinted to see in the faint light. The front of his right ski was sticking up into the roof of the cavity, its tip buried in the snow. “While you were unconscious, I moved your foot about a little, just in case it reaches to the surface, get some air circulating so we don’t pass out from lack of oxygen.” “Oh.” Ash nodded. “That makes sense.”

“Hey, how’s your arm?” Ash cautiously moved his elbow a little. “Yeah, it’s a bit better; I think the painkiller’s working.” Misty nodded. “Good. Tell me if it starts to hurt again, okay?” Ash nodded as Misty started fumbling around inside her hip-pack. “What else do you got in there, anyway?” “Huh?” Misty half-turned to glance at him. “Oh, well, I’ve got aspirins, a small first aid kit, a little signalling mirror, matches,” she stopped and laughed. “I even have a small torch and some batteries in here, but we can’t use them too much, seeing as we have no idea how long we’ll be stuck here, so we have to conserve the batteries, and only use it when absolutely necessary, okay Ash?” Ash nodded. “Right. I didn’t know you were so, prepared.” Misty shrugged with a small smile. “Well, like I told you before, Ash, it’s better to have and not need, than to need and not have.”

Ash could feel his right foot going numb, so he shuffled it around a little, bumping Misty’s left foot in the process, causing Misty to wince and hiss slightly in pain. “Hey, what’s wrong?!” he started. Misty shook her head. “Nothing... I think I sprained my ankle when we fell, that’s all... or maybe twisted it, I’m not sure...” she quietly leaned down, scraped a handful of snow of the wall nearby and packed it gently around her swollen ankle. “Oww...” Ash reached over and grabbed her shoulder. “Maybe you should take an Aspirin too...” Misty shook her head and leaned back. “I can’t. I’m allergic... So I’ll just have to deal with it...” she smiled faintly at his worried face. “Don’t worry, Ash. I’m used to pain. I am a girl, after all.” Ash blushed as he realized what she was referring to. “If I can deal with that, then this is nothing.” She shrugged and settled back more.

Despite the blanket, Ash shivered slightly. He could feel the cold of the rock face behind him seeping through his clothes, and the chill was spreading through his body. Misty felt his movement and glanced over at him. “Cold too, huh?” Ash nodded. “Uh-huh...” Misty blushed and slowly moved closer, once again placing her arm across his chest. “It would suck to survive the fall and the avalanche, only to freeze to death waiting to be rescued...” Ash blushed at the contact and carefully wrapped his arms around her thin frame. “Yeah... that’d suck...” Misty wiggled in closer and rested her head on his chest. “If we fall asleep, we might not wake up... We’d better talk, to stay awake...” Ash nodded. “Okay... What do you think the others are doing right now?”

“What do you mean, you can’t do anything at the moment!?” Delia half-screamed at the exhausted young man. He sighed. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but our resources are too stretched right now. Another resort had an avalanche yesterday, so we sent some of our people there to help, and they won’t be back until morning. So, we won’t be able to look for your son til then...” he looked back at her sadly. “I’m sorry, but the chances of them lasting til then are small, to say the least...” he turned and walked away, leaving the small group of worried people standing in shock, fearful of their friends fates...

To be continued...

Will they freeze to death? Will help come in time? Will Brock ever get a girl?! Most of these questions will be answered in Part Three.

PROFESSOR WOLFSBANE.

1-Nov-09.