Chapter 7
It had taken the gang quite a while to convince Taichi that running was not the quickest way to the hospital. Jyou managed to get a hold of his brother and have him give them a ride, as well as notify their parents of where they were. After half an hour they arrived at the hospital.
"Mommy!" Takeru yelled as he saw his mother sitting in one of the blue, plastic chairs in the waiting room. He noticed his father was lying on several chair, sleeping.
"Takeru!" his mother gave him a big hug. "How did you manage to get down here?"
She looked up to find Koushiro, Jyou, Sora, Mimi, and Taichi huddled in a bunch.
"Oh."
Taichi walked up to Ms. Takaishi. "We heard about Yamato, and we had to see him. We were worried."
"Of course, you were. I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to see him yet. We should be able to soon though. His vitals are much better. You're welcome to wait with us," she told the group with a sad smile.
"I need to get some blood samples from Yamato. We maybe the only thing that can help him," Koushiro whispered to Taichi.
"Ok, I've got an idea…"
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"I feel so stupid"
"Shhh."
A clumsy, hulking figure made it's way down the hall and into the emergency ward.
"Good evening doctor," a nurse smiled at the figure.
"Good evening!" replied a ridiculously faked deep voice from the figure's middle. However the nurse didn't seem to notice and continued on.
"Which way, Takeru?" a harsh voice whispered.
"Ummm, left, no, right. Watch out for that wheelchair."
"Oof"
"Sorry"
"Grrr."
The figure continued down the passageway, weaving in an odd manner.
"Nice dance, doctor," another nurse giggled.
"Why, thank you."
"Stop! Yamato's room is on the left. Bend down so that I can reach the doorknob."
Luckily no one was around to witness the odd movements as the "doctor" bent at an impossible angle around his middle, or see the doctor's creepily short arms reach out and grab the handle.
"Ok. Go forward."
As soon as the doctor was inside, the top half of the doctor separated from its lower half. The lower half's arms quickly closed the door and drew the curtains around Yamato's sleeping figure.
"Psst. Psst. Yamato, wake up. It's no use he's knocked out on sedatives," Koushiro told Takeru, who looked like he was on the brink of tears.
"It'll be ok, Takeru. As soon as I can get a blood sample…" Koushiro place a strange device against Yamato's arm. He pressed the button and the glass tube on the end collected with blood. "Ok, let me run this through."
"Ugh. Mmm," Yamato's figure mumbled as Takeru let out a large gasp.
"What is it, Takeru?"
"I just felt like…someone was being hurt.," Takeru looked at him with worried eyes, "Koushiro, what happened to Gabumon?"
"I don't know. I thought he might be with Yamato, but obviously he's not. Why?"
"I think Myotismon has him."
"Why do you think that," Koushiro asked him while pressing buttons on his computer.
"I can't explain it."
"Hmmm, maybe because of your bond to Yamato and his bond to Gabumon, you could feel what Gabumon did. It's not unusual for us to feel connected to our digimon. Maybe because Yamato is hurt, the connection is filtered to you."
"Ummm, sure," Takeru answered while scratching his head.
"Ok, I've got it!"
"What is it?"
"Well, from this readout, there is definitely a Virus digimon code in Yamato's blood. It seems that Myotismon is indeed behind this."
Takeru's eyes flooded. "You, you can fix this right?"
"Well, let me see, if I try this, hmm, yes, yes! That would do it. I'm going to need a sample of Patamon's digital code to fix this though, and that means, ugh, another trip in uniform."
"Anything! Oh, Koushiro!" Takeru hugged him while the tears continued down his face.
"Well, we better go get Patamon. Climb up!"
The trip back to the waiting room was uneventful. Ms. Takaishi appeared to have dozed off, but the other chosen were still awake.
"Well?" Taichi asked
"Well, it looks like this illness is indeed Myotismon's doing. I figured out that to cure him we need to inject him with some of Patamon's digital code."
Taichi's eyes narrowed. "I knew it was Myostimon! Don't worry Takeru, we'll get him back!"
"We still need to go back with Patamon in order to cure Yamato, Taichi. Perhaps we had better talk about our strategy later."
"Yeah! Oh, have I got some good ideas!"
"Like dressing up like a doctor?"
"Yeah! Hey, it worked didn't it?"
"Come on Patamon."
Once again a clumsy, hulking, now fat, doctor found his way through the hospital corridors. Every time they passed a nurse or doctor, all they received was giggles and chortles. Koushiro almost wished they would catch them in this ridiculous outfit. "Honestly, I wonder how these people made it into med school."
"Ok, Patamon, this may hurt a little," Koushiro told the creature as he placed the blood-drawing device on Patamon's "neck".
"Ouch!" Patamon cried out, but was quickly embraced by Takeru.
Koushiro let his computer analyze the sample. He ran it through his modified machine, so what came out was not blood but a clear substance.
"Dilute code," he explained.
He placed the device next to Yamato's arm and injected the sample. Nothing happened.
"Well, I'll be…"
Suddenly, Yamato jerked up. His body started convulsing violently.
"What did you do, Koushiro?!"
Yamato's lips started turning blue, and all color had left his face. His pulse was barely a blip on the monitor. Still, no alarms went off. 'What's going on here? Where are the doctors?' Koushiro started to panic, while Takeru just stared in pure terror. Then as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Koushiro and Takeru moved in closer. Yamato's eyes popped open, except there were no pupils or irises in them.
Yamato's mouth slowly opened," There is no hope. Face the truth. She will be doomed." Then his eyes closed, and all was still. Koushiro didn't know want to think. What had happened? This was deeper than a virus attacking Yamato. He turned to Takeru.
Takeru was frozen in place. His eyes unblinking, his mouth gaping. "The truth?" he whisper.
"Takeru?" Yamato, the real Yamato, murmured. His eyes opened to face the two boys, and they saw that they were their original, pupiled blue.
'Could this be, possession? Myotismon is a ghost digimon as well as virus. I'll have to watch Yamato.' Koushiro mused privately.
"Yamato!" Takeru squealed as he jumped on his brother.
"Oof, watch it kiddo."
"What are you kids doing in here?" a loud voice boomed. In the light of the open door way stood a real doctor.
"We were just checking on our friend."
"Well move along, he needs his rest," the doctor coldly replied. Then he realized that Yamato was awake. "Well I'll be… Quick someone notify the mother and father that the Ishida boy is finally awake."
The doctor seemingly forgot about Koushiro and Takeru as he checked Yamato's vitals, and they silently slipped out the door.
With the sudden bustle in the hallway, they managed to slip by unnoticed. Koushiro and Takeru burst through the ward doors to the waiting room.
Koushiro beamed at Taichi, "We did it!"
Sora gave Taichi a hug while tears of joy steamed down her face. "That's great!"
Despite the order being given to tell the parents, no one had yet come by. Takeru could see that both his mother and father were still resting. The fact that his parents hadn't yet been notified was not what puzzled Takeru though. He could understand that the doctors want to get a definite 'all clear' with Yamato's vital sign. No, what puzzled him was the blond haired man with steel blue eyes who was sitting next to his mother, stoking her hair and staring right at him.