Keeper of Friendship
by Sweet Cari
Author's note: Sorry for not writing anything for about 4 or 5 months it's just that life's been crazy for me that I just don't get a chance. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my sequel!
T.K. sat quietly at home, toying with a pencil while his mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen.
I can't believe that my brother is in the hospital right now getting sicker and sicker! I mean, it's been a whole week since Matt was sent to the hospital! T.K. thought, now clenching the pencil in his hand.
During his frustration, he felt a tug at his sleeve. T.K. turned around and saw that it was Patamon, looking worried.
"T.K., you've been acting strange ever since Matt got sick, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing really, I've just been a little worried about my brother, that's all." said T.K., putting the pencil down.
"T.K!" his mother suddenly called from downstairs. "It's time for dinner!"
"Okay, Mom."
After T.K. finished his supper, not having touched his plate, he asked his mother a question.
"Mom, would it be okay if I visit Matt at the hospital tomorrow?"
"Of course dear," said Ms. Takaishi, "it would nice to see Matt again. I'm sure he misses us."
The next morning, T.K. and his mother went to the Odaiba Hospital, where Matt was in.
Once they were in the hospital and at Matt's door, Ms. Takaishi told T.K. that she didn't want him to stay too long, because it would tire Matt out.
"We'll have fifteen minutes." said Ms. Takaishi as she and T.K. walked into Matt's room.
Matt was in his bed, watching a soap opera on T.V., but not really paying attention to it. He turned around and saw his younger brother and mother walking in.
"Hey, Matt." said T.K. looking down at his older brother, "How do you feel?"
"Well, the nurses come in every five minutes to check my temperature, it's kind of annoying. Anyway, they're not letting me out of bed." Matt sighed, trying to sit up in bed.
"Well, can you get out of bed?" asked T.K.
"Not really. I guess it's a good thing since I'm so wobbly." Matt replied, laughing a little bit but his laughter was soon replaced by bouts of coughing.
"Matt!" cried T.K. as he bent closer to his older brother's hospital bed.
A guilty feeling crept over T.K. as he looked down at his older brother, who he could plainly tell was growing weak.
Ms. Takaishi walked up to Matt's bed and put her hand on his forehead.
"Oh no... Matt, you're burning up!"
As the guilt continued to grow, T.K. remembered the time when his mother said those very same words, only they had been more worried, more pained.
Ms. Takaishi then turned to T.K. and said, "We better go now T.K., our fifteen minutes are up."
T.K. felt bad that he couldn't stay longer with his brother, but he agreed with his mother that they should leave so Matt could have his rest.
That night, T.K. had difficulty falling asleep; he just kept staring up at the ceiling in the darkness, seeing memories that had already happened, long ago.
His mother crying, Matt lying on a stretcher, his face flushed with fever, and an ambulance there to rush Matt to the hospital immediately.
As the images faded from T.K.'s mind, he thought, Matt, just the thought of you being sick in that hospital brings back those old pains.
