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: May? What's wrong?: I don't...feel well...dizzy...and hot...
: Just hang tight. I'll get you some help.
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thankfully she is not getting snapped out of existent by thanos
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Ash: *gently picks May up and carries her bridal-style to the nearest PokΓ©mon Center* Hang on, May. Β
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Ash: *gets May into a bed after informing Nurse Joy of the situation and checking in*
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Ash: *puts a damp washcloth on Mayβs forehead and shakes a mercurial thermometer* Open up, May.
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: *groans and reluctantly does so*
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Ash: *puts the medical instrument in Mayβs mouth under her tongue*
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Ash: *takes it out after a minute; sees the Mercury level is at 100 degrees Fahrenheit* Just as I feared, May. You have a fever. We shanβt be going any further until youβre recovered.
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: *groans* I can't...wait that long...
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Ash: You donβt have much of a choice, May. I reckon youβll start feeling better in a day or two.
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: Ash the Contest is tomorrow...I can't wait that long...
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Ash: Iβm not letting you compete when youβre sick.
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Ash: No, May Maple, you donβt. Your wellbeing is far more important. With any luck, youβll hopefully be feeling a little better by this evening. Now, get some rest. Thatβs the only way youβre gonna beat this.
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Ash: May, I know contests mean a lot to you, but your wellbeing means far more to me. So do you, for that matter. If you were to faint onstage tomorrow because of your fever, Iβd never forgive myself. Besides, your parents and your brother trusted me to look out for you while weβre on this journey together.
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Ash: Yeah, you mean a lot to me.
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Ash: I love you too, May Maple. *hugs her*
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Ash: *enjoying the hug*
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Ash: *smiles at his future wife*
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Ash: *strokes Mayβs hair lovingly*
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Ash: Iβll always be here for you, babe.
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Ash: Youβre welcome. Iβd kiss you, but Iβd end up getting sick, too.
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Ash: No, we certainly wouldnβt.
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Ash: *releases May* Get some sleep, beautiful.
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Ash: Iβll be here if you need me, okay?
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Ash: *feels a little glum as May falls asleep*
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Ash: *gets over his glumness and goes to get two bottles of water (one for May and one for him) from the soda machine in the hallway*
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Ash: *chuckles* Hey, buddy.
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