What would you do if you knew you were going to die in 90 minutes? Well, Ash has his list. AAML, rated T just to be safe. R&R!
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Alright, I've got another fic ready! Um…that's all. Nothing else to say. Just read the story.
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Chapter One: The First Chapter

"Mrr…"

"Ash?"

"Mrgl…"

"Ash, c'mon! Time to get up!"

"Okay, okay…"

Ash Ketchum opened his eyes. His friend Dawn was standing over him. Ash sat up.

"C'mon," Dawn said, stepping out of the tent, "breakfast is ready."

Ash got dressed and stepped out of the tent with pikachu on his shoulder.

"Alright!" Ash said. "Let's eat!"

After eating some eggs for breakfast, the group set out to another town. I won't say which town they set out to. That doesn't matter.

After walking for a few minutes, the group spotted a young croagunk sitting on the ground. It looked to be only a few months old.

"Huh?" Ash said, stopping with the others. "That's weird…what's a baby croagunk doing out here in the middle of the woods?"

"Do you think it's lost?" said Dawn.

Ash walked up the croagunk. It looked at him curiously. You can't really blame it for wondering how Ash got his hair to stick out like that, and why he had Z's on his cheeks.

"Hey there, little guy," Ash said. "You lost?" Ash reached out a hand…

And immediately felt a stinging pain in his side.

"YEEOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!" Ash jumped up, clutching his side.

"Oh my god!" said Dawn, running up with Brock and putting her hand on Ash. "Ash, are you okay!?!"

An unusually large toxicroak grabbed its child and ran back into the trees.

"Here, let me see," said Brock. Ash slowly removed his hand from his side, which was still in excruciating pain.

"Oh boy…that looks bad…here, let me get some bandage…" Brock dug around in his bag and pulled out some white cloth and a tube of lotion. He pulled the cap off the lotion on started putting some on Ash's wound.

"OW!" Ash grabbed his side again.

"Sorry! But it needs go on. If it doesn't, germs could leak in through the wound and make you really sick.

"I don't see how it could get any worse," Ash said, still wincing. He gritted his teeth as Brock rubbed the lotion on Ash's wound and put some bandage on it.

"There," Brock said, standing up when he was done. "That should do it."

"Thanks said Ash, standing up straight. The pain had faded a bit now.

"Still," Brock said, "we should get you to a doctor. That was one nasty poison jab."

"Tell me about it." Ash was half-carried the rest of the way to whatever city they were all going to. The group went into the pokémon center.

"Oh my!" said the Nurse Joy when she saw Ash clutching his side."What happened?" The question was more to Dawn and Brock than to Ash.

"He got hit with real nasty poison jab," Brock said.

"Oh dear…how long ago did it happen?"

"Ten minutes maybe."

"Is it still painful?" Nurse Joy said, this time to Ash.

"A bit," Ash replied, keeping his hand on his side, "but not nearly as much as it did before."

"Well, that's good…you should go see doctor Parker. Come with me. I'll take you to him." The three followed Nurse Joy to what looked like any normal doctors office, with a counter, two chairs, some health posters, and that bed-like thingy they make you lie down on.

A short, bald man in a white coat (why the heck do they always wear those things?) was standing by the counter, and turned his head when he heard the door open.

"Dr. Parker? We have a patient for you."

"Oh, hello there," said Dr. Parker, turning around. "What seems to be the problem.

Hold it! Let's pause that for a second. "What seems to be the problem?"? Why is that always the first thing they say when they see you? "What seems to be the problem?". Can there be a more disconcerning question? "Ah, yes, well, it seems like a giant toxic frog just stabbed with a 7-inch long claw!"

However, that's not what any of them said.

"He just got hit with a real nasty poison jab," Brock answered.

"Oh my," the doctor said, "let me see." Ash sat down and winced as the doctor removed the bandages from his wound.

"Oh dear…" the doctor stared at the spot where the poison jab hit, which was now a dark purple. "What pokémon did this?"

"It was a toxicroak," dawn said. "We found a baby croagunk in the forest and Ash tried to help it. I guess it was the toxicroak's child.

"Hmm, yes…toxicroak are very protective of their young. Oh dear…this is very nasty. I'm not sure what I can do except put the bandages back on. Poison jab is a very powerful attack."

"But," Dawn said worriedly, "Ash will be alright…won't he?"

"It depends…how long ago did this happen?"

"It's probably been about 15 minutes now," Brock replied.

"In that case, I'd say you have about 90 minutes left to live."

"WHAT!?!" Dawn and Brock both yelled together.

"It shouldn't be a painful death," the doctor said, "but toxicroaks are very poisonous. Much more than a croagunk. It's too late give you an antidote now. Toxicroak toxic spreads very quickly. The poison should kill you in 90 minutes. It will not weaken you or cause any harm until it kills you. You should still be able to live the last minutes of your life normally."

"Normally!?!" Dawn shouted. "He's going to die!!!"

"Isn't there anything you can do, doctor?" Brock pleaded hopefully.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said, "but the poison is unstoppable now. I suggest you do everything you've wanted to do now, before it's too late."

Ash had not talked this entire time. He couldn't believe it. He was going to die. Already his life was flashing before his eyes. Unlike with most people, it wasn't boring. He saw the time when he first met pikachu; When he met Misty; When pikachu refused to use a thunderstone to evolve; When Ash had to use a haunter's playfulness to defeat Sabrina, the gym leader who had been overtaken by her own powers; He saw his trip to Hoenn, how pikachu had gotten overcharged with electricity and had to get medical attention; He saw mewtwo, the cloned, more powerful version of mew; He saw his trip to Sinnoh, and how Dawn had found pikachu and brought him to Ash; He saw the time when he first met Paul, the cold, cruel trainer who thought strength was everything, and anyone who thought otherwise was pathetic.

All those memories…would be the last.

But Ash wouldn't live his last minutes in vain (I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it sounds cool). Before he died he would do all those things he had always wanted to do.

"And I know what the first one is," Ash said, getting up and walking out the door.

"Ash, where are you going?" Dawn said, following Ash.

"I'll be back in a minute. There's something I gotta do first." Ash left and went back to the lobby. There stood a short trainer with dark blue hair and a blue and black jacket.

"Oh," said Paul when he said Ash, "it's you again."

"You know what, Paul?" Ash said, walking up to him. "You're pathetic. " Ash then did what we have all wanted him to do for a long time: He punched Paul in the face.

Ash walked away, Paul yelling cuss words at him ("YOU SON OF A *****!!!"), feeling better than ever. Sure, he was going to die in 11/2 hours…

But his last minutes would be his best.