Title: Undone
Drabble: #55
Rave's prompt: Toothpick
Randomly selected pairing: Jyoukeru
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: I think I almost killed Takeru. Oops.
Jyou twists the toothpick around his fingers and he can't stop fidgeting. Not only is he wracked with remorse and worry, but these plastic seats are stiff and uncomfortable. He hopes, for more reasons than one, that he won't have to be sitting in them for much longer.
He taps his feet on the polished floor, unnerved by the unnatural quiet and stench of antiseptic. The toothpick clicks against his fingernails. What, he wonders, was he thinking when he decided he wanted to work in one of these places? The atmosphere is unpleasant, to put it bluntly; a never-ending labyrinth of white walls and solemn faces, the only sounds the fixed beeps of machines and the occasional tap of footsteps from a body that can't be seen.
He should have been able to do something. He should have known what was going on and prevented it from going any further; moments like that are the ones that he has been training his whole life to handle. Has he learned so little that he can't even protect the one he loves the most? Evidently. He was aware of Takeru acting a little off during dinner, but he didn't think anything of it; he should have known better. Then all of a sudden he was coughing up blood and keeling over, and Jyou had never felt so useless. His hands shake, but the toothpick resists.
He doesn't know what he'll do if the worst should happen. It's likely that he won't cope; Takeru is his entire life. He had been the only person patient enough to coax Jyou out of his bubble of work, and he taught him to enjoy himself in ways that had nothing to do with school, college or university. They had experienced many firsts together, as well as having more than their fair share of difficulties. Without Takeru, Jyou would just revert back to his old way of life. He would be nothing.
A woman in white steps through his door and Jyou is on his feet immediately. He sees her relieved smile, and the toothpick snaps in his hands.