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Pikachu's eyes shot open as he felt himself fall, hitting the mattress in the process.
"Pikaaa…" he moaned, getting up and rubbing his forehead with a stubby arm. Weren't Pokemon Center beds supposed to be comfortable?
More importantly, where was Ash? He'd been sleeping right on top of him, so where had he…
Ah. There he was. Pikachu's best friend and trainer was on his feet, still near the bed but slowly walking away.
Pikachu blinked in confusion. Why does he still have his jacket on? The boy usually took off the article of clothing before he fell asleep, wearing only his shirt and jeans as a result. Then again, considering the day they'd had, it wasn't surprising.
It had been unusually eventful; several trainers had challenged Ash to Pokemon Battles, having heard of his strength and skill. Ash, never one to turn down a challenge, had accepted each one.
He'd been on his game that day, it seemed; although several of his Pokemon had taken quite a few hard knocks-especially Pikachu and Grovyle, two of his best Pokemon-none of them had been knocked out by their opponents.
There had been much praise and congratulations heaped upon Pikachu and the rest of his team. Thinking of this, Pikachu couldn't help but smile; he knew Ash was proud of him-proud of all his Pokemon, in fact…but it never got old hearing his genuine, earnest praise.
Although Pikachu and Grovyle were the only ones to really sustain any real damage, Ash's first action had been to insist that they be taken care of at a Pokemon Center. Never mind that the first Center was an hour away; he wasn't about to let his Pokemon's injuries go untreated.
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