You broke your leg in the plane crash and Misty was like your personal caretaker. She brought you berries, she tried to make jokes so you would smile at least a little —most of the time failing miserably—, she watched you sleep making sure you wouldn't hurt yourself accidentally.

Miserable was underestimating it. You were completely useless right now, or at least you felt like it. That particular night, you couldn't sleep and Misty was right by your side, just spending time with you.

"You don't have to take care of me, you know?" you say, looking at the trees move because of the wind "I'm okay"

"I know you are" she says, smiling "But i want to help you"