"My-Myotismon?" A faint voice called.
"Shilo calm down, you'll be fine."
The woman shook her head. "No, forget about it. My baby, please Myotismon save her or the poison will kill..." She coughed loudly, unable to move her arms, bits of blood sputtered out and onto her face.
The Digimon felt a strong wave of dread. "Shilo..."
He watched as the human began to look more and more faint with each second. Her eyes were very heavy and the green in her eyes was turning grey. She wanted to sleep...
"Please...I can't..."
He clenched his hands into fists. One of his fangs bit into his lip, it easily bled. He didn't care. He knew she was dieing. He couldn't save them both, but he could save the baby...He needed to save the baby, at the very least because it was her last wish...
"Shilo...?"
"Yes?"
"I...love you, and her... Both of you..."
Shilo nodded. "I know... Will you take care of her? Please Myotismon."
He nodded, a tear fell from beneath his red mask. "I will, I give you my word. I will raise her."
With that he ended her life, quickly and painlessly. Tears flowed from his eyes as she fell lifeless. Pale and dead. Gone forever.
He worked quickly, pushing back the remaining tears so he could see. He removed the infant from her now dead mother. Holding her as she cried, less oblivious of what had happened then most would believe.
He held her close beginning to cry once more.
Miraculously the child fell silent. Her mother was gone.