Disclaimer: I do now own Digimon. Wait... I don't? But, Daddy! I want to own Digimon! Give me Digimon, NOW!

Author's Note: So, my first plan was to update every two days. However, I realized that if I don't give myself a stricter deadline, I would not work on the part of the story that I have not finished yet. So... once a day it is! However, unlike my other story "Love" that I update every morning, I will be updating this story every afternoon. Until school gets in the way, anyway, with after school and just general hectic like stuff...

Pairings. There will be no definite pairings in this story. Friendship is the main point of this story, after all. However, there will be hints. Just mentions, that's all. I worked really hard to make sure that none of my 'couples' have scenes together, except for one. However, considering that one involves TK, I could not really avoid that, could I? Oh! And EVERY character will have a scene with TK. It will not necessarily be a personal one-on-one scene, but it will still be a scene. (And that includes Joe, Izzy, Cody, Ken, etc. Everybody.)

Ages. (This is turning out to be a long author's note, I know.) TK is 16; that means that Davis, Ken, and Kari are also 16. Cody is 14. Yolei is 17. Izzy is 18. Matt, Mimi, Tai, and Sora are 20. And Joe is 21. Joe is still in college; Matt, Mimi, Tai, and Sora are also in college now. Everybody else is in high school. Get it? Got it? Good.

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Day 1 – Part 2

TK did not want to get up. Once he had fallen asleep, he had been quite content to stay asleep. As it was, his stomach was protesting staying empty any longer. Everything else, however, was protesting him moving. When he had woken up that morning, he had felt a little weak on his feet and perhaps a little dizzy.

Now, his throat was throbbing, his head was pounding, his chest felt as if there was a brick pressing against it, and he was hugging the blanket around him tightly to fight off the random chills. His turned his face into his pillow and moaned in discomfort. Something relatively light landed on his shoulder.

"TK? Are you alright?"

TK said nothing, but his stomach growled.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something?"

He lifted his head slightly so that he could talk. "You can't cook, Pata'," he mumbled.

"But I've seen your mom cook before," Patamon said. "I'm sure I could do it, too!"

"No, thanks," he murmured, but as if to contradict him, his stomach growled again.

"You are hungry," the Digimon said, accusingly. "I'll make you something, you'll see!"

"Oh, no," TK groaned.

He must have dosed off, TK realized, as the next moment that he opened his eyes, there was a bowl of steaming soup and some crackers sitting in front of him on the coffee table. He stared for a moment in confusion before he heard the flapping of wings. He lifted his head slightly and saw Patamon land slightly clumsily on the coffee table with a glass of fresh apple juice in his tiny hands. He turned to TK and looked at him with an expectant look.

TK sat up, ignoring his body's protest. "You did all this?" he asked his Digimon, unable to hide his surprise.

Patamon nodded. "I told you I could." TK blinked. "All you have to do is heat up the soup—that's not that hard."

TK smiled. "I guess not."

He lifted the bowl into his lap and cautiously raised the spoon to his lips. He was not sure how Patamon could have made canned soup lethal, but there was no way he was going to take the risk without a little caution. But, as Patamon had suggested, it tasted fine and his stomach cheered in happiness.

In the end, he was only able to eat half of the bowl before he felt his stomach telling him that he was full. It seemed that his stomach held less when he was sick. And almost immediately after he finished eating, another wave of drowsiness came over him and he settled back down into the sofa's cushions.

"Did you like it, TK?" Patamon asked, watching his friend worriedly.

"It was great, Pata'," he answered, sleepily. "Thanks. Now, I think I'm gonna…" He trailed off as a yawn caught him unaware. Patamon nodded and didn't say a word. With that last bit of reassurance, he snuggled into his covers and drifted off to dreamland.