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A/N – So here's to the next chapter, what's going to happen to Rocky and his Mum? Thank you if you have followed or favourite the story, let's leave a review!

A/N 2: In this chapter we meet FallenAngel01's creation, Kara!

Chapter 02 – POV of Rocky Walker

They pulled me out of the car, their arms tucking around my chest to support me as I crumpled out. I fought feebly against them. Desperation overcame me, I just wanted to help Mum.

"Mum! No, wait, my mum is still trapped!" I screamed out.

A man who was holding onto me struggled to keep his grip on me

"She'll be okay mate, just calm down," he said calmly, even though I struggled against his grip.

I could hear an ambulance siren getting louder and then I saw it come around the corner towards us. As the ambulance approached, bystanders that had flocked to the crossing in an attempt to catch a glimpse of what was going on dispersed. I could see all their eyes staring at me, and the boy who was holding onto me.

I felt the grip on my arms tighten and then loosen when I stopped struggling. I turned to face them, but all I could see was their black mop of hair from the back as they were busy pushing their way through the small crowd of people. I kind of wondered if I knew them.

The ambulance pulled up beside me and paramedics leapt out the back and the passenger side door flew open.

I crouched down beside the driver side of the car, my foot hovered over the broken shards which once made up the window. Hesitating a little, I put my foot down lightly over the glass. Leaning down, reaching into the car. I gently shook my mother, but she didn't stir.

"Mum?" I whispered, blinking back the tears.

"Okay son, I need you to step aside, let's get your mother out," a young paramedic said sternly. She nudged me aside and I watched her look into car.

I felt my wrist itch and become uncomfortable. I looked down at it and slowly flexed my hand; the device on my wrist still had a blinking green light on it.

"Are you okay, young man? Are you feeling any pain?" another paramedic asked, shining a light in my eye. I blinked rapidly, backing away slowly. "You seem to be in shock, but it's only natural, you've had a nasty accident."

A fleece blanket was draped around my shoulders and I sat down in one of the seats in the back of the ambulance. My body was shaking. The paramedic looked at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Keep calm, everything is going to be alright," she said positively.

I stared at the medical kit opposite me until the paramedics lifted my mum's still body up, into the ambulance.

"Will she be alright?" I asked quietly, looking at the paramedic who sat down in the back beside me.

She had dark brown eyes and sandy coloured hair tied neatly in a ponytail. She avoided eye contact and stared at my mum.

"Will she?" I asked again, more persistent this time.

"It's not looking good right now." She looked up, and, realising my expression, her tone drastically changed, "But the medical team is going to do everything they can to help. We'll just have to wait and see."

The doors slammed shut and I listened to the sound of the engine starting up. To pass the time and keep myself distracted, I scanned the labels of the medical boxes. Part of me wished I knew what they were, I had been considering a career in medicine recently.

Within minutes, I was back at the hospital. It was hard to think that I had been there not an hour ago. The door opened and I had to shield my eyes from the sunlight. I dropped the blanket on the bench and stepped off the ambulance, waiting for my mum's body.

"Is there someone you can contact? Your father? A grandparent?" The sandy haired paramedic brushed my arm. I nodded and rummaged in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Noah. The phone rang multiple times and then went through to answer phone.

I switched my phone off and stuffed it back in my pocket, in time to follow my mum and the other paramedics inside.

"Mum? You are going to be just fine," I mumbled, trying to stay calm. My hand found itself in hers and squeezed it tightly, hoping that she would come about upon feeling it.

"I'm sorry son, you're going to have to wait here."

Someone pulled at my arm, stopping me from following her. I felt my hand slip from my mum's.

"Mum," I whispered quietly.

There was a noise; a high pitched beep which fluctuated in pitch. It wasn't the normal kind of beeping; it was gut wrenching, all kinds of bad thoughts were running through my mind. As if I was trying to think of the worst possible scenario. I looked around; noticing everyone in the waiting area trying to figure out what was making this noise. One person looked to me and I saw the screen of the device on my wrist light up. This time, it was orange.

"What the-?" I gawped at the little device, a tiny egg was expanding vertically, then horizontally. Like it was hatching or something. I let out a gasp as I realised where I had seen the egg before, during my MRI experience.

It was the red and grey patterned egg. I panicked, worrying about what the hell was going on. I yanked my coat sleeve down, hoping to conceal the device.

Trying to forget about the egg, I attempted to call Noah again, hoping to get through to him. I left a message this time, telling him to go to the hospital. I paced about the waiting room, looking hopefully at any nurse or doctor would pass by me.

"Rocky!" I heard Noah call out to me. I turned around and saw him running towards me. "I had to leave work early, so this better be important." I remained silent, which only made things worse because, work was one of the most important things in Noah's life, after Mum of course.

"We were in an accident, Noah."

Noah's mouth dropped open. I swiftly looked away, watching the various people going in and out of the hospital. My head then dropped and I stared at my feet awkwardly.

"What were you thinking? You only passed your driving test a week ago! Is Mum okay? Is she okay, Rocky?" Noah raised his voice at me, I felt like he was beyond patronising me, making me feel like a child again.

"Oh just shut up Noah!" I yelled, my head jolting up to see everyone turn, looking right at me with stunned expressions. "It's not my fault that Mum crashed the car! I don't know what was wrong with her, she seemed stressed."

Noah grabbed my shoulder and marched me outside the hospital. He sat me down on a bench and let out a deep sigh.

"Okay. Tell me what happened." Noah demanded calmly, resting his elbows on his thighs.

"I don't know. It all happened so quickly…" I trailed off slowly. The truth was, I knew exactly what happened. I could see it happening so vividly in my mind.

Noah paused momentarily, staying silent. "I don't want to- but I have to ask… Were you the one driving?"

"No, Noah. I swear it, I wasn't the one driving!" I snapped angrily, I felt so angry that he needed to ask me another time.

My fists shook in anger and frustration.

Then Noah said something I didn't expect him to say.

"It's okay Rocky, I believe you. Come on, sit down. It'll be a while now before we see Mum. What happened has happened, we can't change anything about it, Rocky. I won't ask you anymore questions, I don't want to bring up what has happened. Don't worry Rocky, she'll pull through. You'll see."

I looked at my older brother. I watched his foot shaking, his heel bouncing off the floor, just like mine did when I was stressed or worried.

"Stop worrying Noah. Believe what you're saying for once." I playfully punched his arm before leaning back. Closing my eyes, I felt the breeze in my spikes of hair. I let out a deep sigh.

"How are you so relaxed by all this?" Noah asked, "Aren't you worried?"

"It's just who I am Noah. I can easily just switch from one emotion, to another easily."

We sat silently on the bench. The silence made me more relaxed, whereas Noah was fidgety the whole time.

I just blocked it out, putting my hands behind my head, telling myself that Mum was going to be fine. I knew she would pull through. She's strong willed and a stubborn fighter, this was not going to get her down.

"Come on, let's go back inside." Noah stood up slowly.

"Give me a second. I will be right there," I mumbled, completely relaxed. I just wanted another moment of relaxation before going back into the hospital.

After Noah walked back inside, I realised just how weird it was that I was so relaxed, bearing in mind that I had been involved in a traumatic accident. I momentarily closed my eyes, imagining myself elsewhere.

"Rocky?"

I opened my eyes, expecting to see someone watching me, but there wasn't. Unable to understand who was talking to me, I began to murmur to myself, "Huh?"

"Rocky?"

I must have looked a little weird, looking over my shoulders like a paranoid psychopath. I shrugged and stood up to walk inside. Then, I heard a gasp like yawn.

"Pull yourself together Rocky," I whispered, taking my jacket off and walked into the hospital.

Noah was busy trying to find out something about Mum's condition, he looked so frustrated at the sheer lack of information he was being given.

"I'm sorry Mr Walker, but as soon as I find something out. I will let you know." The nurse at the reception rolled her eyes at Noah and turned away, strolling on over to the ICU of the hospital.

"I can't bear this anymore." Noah rubbed his face with his hand.

"Take a seat Noah." I pushed him away into the waiting room. "Don't say a word," I whispered, I knew he would protest if he could. That's what was so different about me and Noah. I relaxed whilst he stressed about things.

"Rocky!" the squeaky voice whispered again. It was the one I had heard outside.

"Did you hear that?"

"I thought you said not a word," Noah sighed, looking up at me with his eyebrows raised. He had Mum's eyes; that's what everyone else always said. "No, I didn't."

This was getting weird. I balled up my jacket as I sat down. There was something in the ball of jacket. I jolted up straight, unfolding a section of my jacket.

Grey. Red. Egg shaped.

"What is going on?" I murmured to myself. Upon speaking, the little egg shook a little. "Oh crap. What the hell is going?" A bewildered expression crept across my face.

"You're Rocky Walker, aren't you?" I jumped, clearly too distracted by the egg to even notice the doctor looking at me. I froze, trying not to look so shocked, I wanted to get away from the hospital and find out what was with this egg in my jacket, but I had to find out what was wrong with Mum.

"Is she-" I mumbled, feeling the colour draining from my face.

"No, no. My mistake, she's finished in the operating room. I'd like to talk to you and your brother about her situation." The doctor led me and Noah into her office before continuing, "There's no other way of saying it. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you. The accident has paralysed your mother. We expected everything to be fine but, there were complications."

I watched Noah hold a clenched fist to his mouth. My mouth hung open.

"You mustn't lose faith. There is a chance that she will, one day, be able to walk. It has happened in the past. I've seen it for myself" The doctor tried to keep a smile on her face.

"Can we see her?" Noah asked, his voice squeaking a little as if he was trying to stay strong himself.

"Of course, I'll show you the way. Right now, she is currently unconscious, but she may come around soon." The doctor led us down the corridor and up a flight of stairs.

On the last step, I heard a crack. The egg.

Please don't say it's a scrambled egg. Please don't be a flattened, scrambled egg.

I froze on the last step until I realised a stern look from my brother made me realise that there were more oppressing matters at hand. The doctor opened the door to the room my mother was in. There were three other patients in there with her. She was sleeping, I winced at the sight of her. Her once bright, rosy cheeks were now pale, sheet white.

"I can't believe this happened to her," I said when the doctor disappeared. "She's a good person." I pulled up a chair beside her bed. "I'll be right here when you wake up Mum."

"No Rocky, you've got school tomorrow, I'll drop you off home so you can get a good night's sleep." Noah took my arm, pulling me gently out the seat.

"Wait." I squeezed my mother's hand before obediently following Noah to his car.

He drove me home and I went into the empty, dark home, before watching him drive off, either to his flat or the hospital.

After switching on the lights and putting my jacket around the chair, I dove into the fridge, helping myself to a can of soda.

"Can I have some, Rocky?" I choked on the soda, dropping the can on the floor, it spewed out all over the floor.

It was the squeaky voice that I had heard in the hospital, the one that Noah didn't hear. I slowly turned around to see a grey cloud on the kitchen table.

What?!

"Rocky!" it exclaimed, leaping into my arms.

My arms spasmed, throwing the little cloud into the air.

"Hey, that's not very nice!" it squealed, floating towards me so that it was but an inch from my face.

"Who? What the- who are you?" I stuttered severely over the simple question.

The little cloud looked at me and then smiled.

"Me? I'm Mokumon!" I looked at the little cloud's glowing orange eyes that seemed to flicker as if they were a lit flame.

"What are you? Some little puff of smoke?" I screwed my face up as I cleared up the sticky mess on the floor.

"I'm your digital partner, a Digimon!" Mokumon beamed at me. "You're my partner, Rocky."

"What kind of partner?" I wrinkled my nose at Mokumon.

This was crazy, today had been crazy. Maybe this was just a hallucination, Doctor Bailey had mentioned something about it.

"Don't be silly Rocky." Mokumon floated towards the stairs. "These look fun." I raised my eyebrows as Mokumon glided over the banister. "Weeeeeeee!" he squealed with glee.

"Mokumon… Calm down!" I demanded, irritated by the little Digimon's gleeful attitude. I readied myself to catch him as he came down the banister. "Got'cha!" I squeezed Mokumon in my arms.

"Mokumon stop playing?" Mokumon slithered out of my arms. I nodded wearily.

He was talking in third person, it was weird to say the least. It seemed that telling him to cool it, caused his expression drop, making me feel really bad.

"Come on, I'll show you my room." I carried Mokumon upstairs, passing the family photos of me, Mum and Noah. I let out a deep sigh, hoping that Mum would be okay and Noah would let me know if she woke up.

Mokumon smiled gleefully as I carried him towards my bedroom door. It had a poster of my favourite band on it.

Inside, I had all my electronic devices strewn across the room of all different shapes and sizes.

"A portal!" Mokumon flew towards my laptop, bouncing off the screen. "What?" he added in a childish tone, as if he didn't understand something. "Hey Rocky, how come this portal don't work?"

"A portal? To where Mokumon?"

"Well, to the digital world of course Rocky. Boy, for a human, you really don't know much about us. Do you?"

"Digital world?" I mumbled, stripping off and changing into my sweatpants and baggy top, ready to play an online game.

"Yeah, it's my home, it's another world. You'd like it there. I hope that one day, we can go there together."

I sat there, watching Mokumon. I held my headset over my ears. I interrogated Mokumon, learning more and more about the Digimon and this digital world. It was only when I looked at the clock on my wall that I truly saw how late it was.

"What're you doing Rocky?" He asked as I pulled back the covers.

"Going to sleep," I replied, stretching out a little and flexing my arms, partly admiring the size of them in the mirror. "Night Mokumon."

"Oh, night Rocky," Mokumon squeaked, I thought he sounded a little upset to me, but I was tired and could worry about him in the morning.

The next morning, I could hear the dull beeping of my alarm in my ear.

"Rocky, make it stop!" Mokumon was shaking in the corner. I panicked a little.

"Sorry Mokumon, buddy." I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, silencing it in the process.

Mokumon let out a sigh of relief.

I stretched out and climbed out of bed, opening the window and peering down at the front door.

I could see one of my friends walking away from the house with her arms folded shyly. My mind began to wander as I watched her.

"K- Ka-. Kara!" I called out in an embarrassingly high pitch.

Kara turned around, smiling slightly as she looked up at me.

"Sorry I'm, running a little late, just give me two seconds." I turned to my wardrobe, grabbing some trousers. "Stay here Mokumon. No one must know you're here, okay?"

Mokumon looked at the floor, "Don't you like me, Rocky?"

"No, buddy, that's totally not the case. I just have to go to school right now. Sorry little guy," I murmured, shaking my head and feeling bad that I had to leave him alone at home.

I pulled a shirt on and struggled down the stairs with one leg in my beige coloured trousers. I hopped towards the door, jumping up to get my trousers in place. Taking my green jacket off the coat stand, I opened the door. Kara was crouching down on the path holding her hand out to a little tabby cat. It brushed up her leg and around her knee.

"Are you ready?" I asked

She looked at me with deep blue eyes before nodding slowly as she scratched behind the cat's ear.

"So, how was your evening yesterday?" I asked, engaging in some small talk whilst we made our way to school. Part of me was dying to tell her all about Mokumon, but I wanted to keep him a secret. There was something important and special about him.

"Was alright I guess," Kara whispered.

Most of the times, she was just so quiet and I had gotten used to it. We grew up together and, ever since I can remember, she always has been a shy, quiet girl. That's something I liked about her.

Kara and I walked into town and went towards the bus stop. There was no one there, which just emphasised how late I was. When I saw the bus coming, I raised my arm up, holding it out to stop the red double decker bus. The sleeve of my jacket slipped and Kara gasped, grabbing my arm, pulling it away from the road.

"Where'd you get this?" she asked quietly.

I squeaked as the bus drove straight past us. "Argh, man, we're going to have to walk quickly if we want to make it to school on time." I turned to walk away, taking my arm from Kara's grip.

"Rocky…" Kara tried to grab me but I strode on ahead and towards the school, remaining silent. It felt like she had seen the device before, I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew what it was, and that she might know about Digimon.

At the gates, Kara headed towards the school fields.

"I'm not walking home today Rocky. Maybe I'll see you at lunch," she said over her shoulder.

I heard my phone go off in my pocket, my hand whipped it out. It was a text from Noah.

Mum's awake, thought you should know. Get some rest, I'll let you know if anything happens. I let the school know about Mum just in case you go AWOL again… Noah

A surge of relief shot out across my body, Mum was okay. For now.

My first lesson was boring. My second lesson was far more interesting. Not the content of the lesson, but what was going on outside.

I saw a boy with thick, black frizzy hair creeping down the alleyway across the road. He looked paranoid as he guided what I thought was a small child, but when the boy got closer to the road, I saw that it was like some kind of dinosaur in a soldier uniform. I shook my head and blinked, expecting the dinosaur to disappear, as if it were a hallucination, maybe from the MRI scan- like Doctor Bailey had said.

The dinosaur was still there.

Maybe it was a Digimon?

What happened next was far more interesting. And fast paced.

Out of nowhere, a black van with tinted windows drove speedily around the corner and I watched as `some men in black suits jump out the car, running around the van. I couldn't see what was going on but there was clearly some kind of commotion behind the van which made me sit up more, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

As the van drove away, I saw the boy lying on the pavement looking dishevelled. He sat up and looked around, he looked petrified. Then, I realised why. The little dinosaur like creature was no longer there, it had been kidnapped.

"What the-?"

Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = so this is the next chapter, what are we thinking so far? Yes, you guessed right, the thing on Rocky's wrist was his digivice :D

By the way, you can check out The Tangled Web topic in a forum called Digital Connections where I will keep you updated on the next publish date, opportunities to have your say in what could happen in the next chapter and just helpful little hints :D