"Look, I'm glad you saved everyone and all that, but it's time someone told you to take care of you."

Ash sighed. After returning to the Pokemon Center in Lumiose City, he had discovered that he had five missed calls and messages waiting for him. They were all from Misty, who, after seeing the live T.V. footage of him rescuing Garchomp, had called in a frenzy to yell at him for what she deemed irresponsible behavior.

"I'm fine," he protested. Standing up, he turned around slowly to show her there were no scratches or bruises on his body. No broken bones or displaced body parts. "See? Still all in one piece."

That was apparently not the correct answer because she clenched her teeth, glaring daggers back at him. "No, you're not, and furthermore, if you don't take care of yourself, think of all the people in the future who need you in the future who won't have you!"

"Like who?" he questioned.

"Like...like...," she fumbled. He saw pink tint her cheeks as she faltered over how to answer.

"Jeez Mist, it's not as if I'm jumping in front of a train. I knew what I was doing."

She smirked. "Could have fooled me."

"I'm fine," he reiterated once more. "Now I have to go, so stop freaking out."

"Fine," she huffed. He reached forward about to end their call when she spoke once more. "Wait! Before you go, just promise me something."

"Yeah?"

"Just try to be more careful." He opened his mouth to retort, but she was faster. "Those people who need you around in the future? I'm one of them." Was she actually saying something sweet? Did she actually care about him? "And I'm just tired of watching you get thrown off of buildings."