Misty sighed, dragging her finger across Ash's chest as she traced over the scars on his body. There were so many. Each had a unique story, many of which resulted from an unfriendly encounter with a pokemon.

"What about this one?" Misty asked, pressing against a faded scar on his collarbone.
Ash sat up an inch to glance at the scar she was pointing to. Laying his head back down on the pillow, he groaned before explaining, "When Swellow was a tailow, it had this nasty habit of nipping me when it wanted attention. One day, it bit a little too hard, I guess."

Misty nodded in understanding. Her eyes scanned lower toward the waistband of his sweatpants. Just above his right hip was a fresh-looking scar, the surface around it bumpy and uneven.

"How'd you get that scar?"

Ash seemed to know precisely which scar Misty was asking about based on touch alone because he didn't bother to sit up before giving her the curt reply, "It's a long story."

"We have time," Misty replied as she continued to rub her thumb across the scar.

"I know, but not enough time in the world would make me ready to tell you."