Taichi: My turn to bring you up to date. MetalDevimon, LadyDevimon,
Angkarumon and Angewomon were all locked in a frivolous battle. The Fallen
Angel Digimon lured the Angels into a trap. As Angewomon fired her
'Celestial Arrow' at LadyDevimon, the black Digimon moved and the arrow hit
Angkarumon in his heart, piercing through it and mortally wounding him.
Sacrificing himself, he destroyed the dark Digimon. But was the price of
our safety really high enough to be paid by that?
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Tai's P.O.V
The hospital smelled of medicine and fell of low spirits. I looked up at the ceiling, and groaned and dull, throbbing pain shot up my right calf. The wound wasn't serious, the doctor had told me, and I would be held under observation for a few days. My leg was wrapped up in gauze a to stop and more bleeding and keep it from being infected.
Sora was teary-eyed, but had given me a light kiss on the cheek earlier. She was comforting a sniffling Kari. Yamato tried to look stoic and passive, but whenever our eyes locked, I could see the pain he was in. I kept up a strong front for them all, but I too was filled with sadness.
I longed to go outside and play soccer with the Digi-Destined and my other friends. I also wanted to personally tell the DD's about the incredulous new way of DNA-Digivolving. I bet Sora or Kari had all ready filled the others in.
After the battle of the Angels, we found TK, Tokomon and Salomon lying together on the ground. Not once since we brought the blonde haired hero back to the real world had he woken up. The doctors found a pulse, after we even checked and always had one even when running to the hospital, and declared him as 'not dead, but in a commatic state'. We were relieved, until his breathing and heart rate went next to flat-line. Doctors had rushed around and gotten TK back to stable condition, but it took time.
The doctor in-charge came into the room where myself and TK were placed-it was requested that we share a hospital room. Anyway, the doctor motioned for Yamato to come outside with him. The three of us watched in silence as the door swung closed and clicked into place. Not one of us knew what to say or do.
"TK.he's talking to Yamato about TK.." My sister's, along with Sora and my own, gaze went to the blonde figure in the bed opposite me. For the first time since TK had de-Digivolved with Angemon, we really looked at how serious his wounds were.
Most, if not all, of his upper chest was bandaged up in gauze, as was the left half of his face. The eye that was covered, we had seen this before he was fixed, was scarred straight down it, but his eyes could open and close, as Salomon had told us, but were closed now. His face was a mess of slight scars and scratches everywhere, but his lips were generally left alone when it came to scars, and they were in a somewhat peaceful smile.
Kari slowly walked over to him and kissed his lips lightly and lingered for a few seconds. As she withdrew her face from his, she put her head on his slowly heaving chest. She started crying again. As she was crying, she pounded her fists somewhat lightly on his chest, speaking through her tears. " You fool! You stupid.stupid fool!! Why did you sacrifice yourself for me?? WHY-HY-HY-HY-HY!!!" She started sobbing into his chest heavily, letting her tears flow, her fists no longer hitting him.
Sora took the brunette into her arms, rubbed her back and cooed into her ear. "Shh now, Kari. He'll be perfectly fine! I know it!" She looked over at me again, her eyes shining with tears of sadness as she might've had to lie to my little sister. Kari was shuddering into Sora, tears still flowing from her eyes as the red-haired passion of my life comforted her.
Sora, sometimes you know not of how bad things really were. Outside, the doctor had spoken gravely to Yamato.
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". I'm sorry, Mr. Ishida. We've done all we can and there's nothing left for us to do to help his state. He's on full life support, but he's able to think and breathe on his own. Other than that, his heart is sporadic and his thought wavelengths are incredibly erratic as well. I'm sorry, but he has two weeks left." The doctor that had seen us since we came in, put a hand on Yamato's shoulder lightly, and sighed. "I'll let you tell them yourself." With that, he left Yamato to deal with the news he was just told.
Yamato hung his head and stood in the silent and lonely hallway, thinking of what to do as the means of explaining this to us. He walked back into the room, slowly and melancholic.
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As the door slowly opened, we all turned and looked as a grief- stricken Yamato slowly entered the room and let the door swing shut behind him. He looked to each of our faces before stopping at Kari's last. She spoke slowly and gravely. "Two weeks. TK has two weeks left to live."
Kari buried her head in Sora's chest again as she cried for what seemed like an eternity. I took Yamato's hand and held it as I looked into the blonde's ice blue eyes. Yamato turned his head to face me, and tears ran down his cheeks as they filled his eyes. He didn't outright do it, but he cried along with my sister for the slowly dying Takeru Takaishi.
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Me: I apologize for this chapter to all you Takari/Takeru lovers and also for its shortness! I'm OBSESSED with both the coupling, and the blondie himself!!! Trust me, you'll enjoy the next chapter, I promise!! *lots of females seething and holding gigantic weapons, threatening his very life, as well as Takeru, in a female disguise*
Taichi: *glaring* If he dies, I swear you won't live to see tomorrow, Ryan!!!
Sora: *stepping up beside him as if to help emphasize this fact* I'll help'em too!
Me: *sweatdrop!!* If I live a while longer, I'll have the next chapter up. And that's actually the reason why I took so long. The next chapter will be murder for reading if it's as long as I think it shall be! X.x
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Tai's P.O.V
The hospital smelled of medicine and fell of low spirits. I looked up at the ceiling, and groaned and dull, throbbing pain shot up my right calf. The wound wasn't serious, the doctor had told me, and I would be held under observation for a few days. My leg was wrapped up in gauze a to stop and more bleeding and keep it from being infected.
Sora was teary-eyed, but had given me a light kiss on the cheek earlier. She was comforting a sniffling Kari. Yamato tried to look stoic and passive, but whenever our eyes locked, I could see the pain he was in. I kept up a strong front for them all, but I too was filled with sadness.
I longed to go outside and play soccer with the Digi-Destined and my other friends. I also wanted to personally tell the DD's about the incredulous new way of DNA-Digivolving. I bet Sora or Kari had all ready filled the others in.
After the battle of the Angels, we found TK, Tokomon and Salomon lying together on the ground. Not once since we brought the blonde haired hero back to the real world had he woken up. The doctors found a pulse, after we even checked and always had one even when running to the hospital, and declared him as 'not dead, but in a commatic state'. We were relieved, until his breathing and heart rate went next to flat-line. Doctors had rushed around and gotten TK back to stable condition, but it took time.
The doctor in-charge came into the room where myself and TK were placed-it was requested that we share a hospital room. Anyway, the doctor motioned for Yamato to come outside with him. The three of us watched in silence as the door swung closed and clicked into place. Not one of us knew what to say or do.
"TK.he's talking to Yamato about TK.." My sister's, along with Sora and my own, gaze went to the blonde figure in the bed opposite me. For the first time since TK had de-Digivolved with Angemon, we really looked at how serious his wounds were.
Most, if not all, of his upper chest was bandaged up in gauze, as was the left half of his face. The eye that was covered, we had seen this before he was fixed, was scarred straight down it, but his eyes could open and close, as Salomon had told us, but were closed now. His face was a mess of slight scars and scratches everywhere, but his lips were generally left alone when it came to scars, and they were in a somewhat peaceful smile.
Kari slowly walked over to him and kissed his lips lightly and lingered for a few seconds. As she withdrew her face from his, she put her head on his slowly heaving chest. She started crying again. As she was crying, she pounded her fists somewhat lightly on his chest, speaking through her tears. " You fool! You stupid.stupid fool!! Why did you sacrifice yourself for me?? WHY-HY-HY-HY-HY!!!" She started sobbing into his chest heavily, letting her tears flow, her fists no longer hitting him.
Sora took the brunette into her arms, rubbed her back and cooed into her ear. "Shh now, Kari. He'll be perfectly fine! I know it!" She looked over at me again, her eyes shining with tears of sadness as she might've had to lie to my little sister. Kari was shuddering into Sora, tears still flowing from her eyes as the red-haired passion of my life comforted her.
Sora, sometimes you know not of how bad things really were. Outside, the doctor had spoken gravely to Yamato.
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". I'm sorry, Mr. Ishida. We've done all we can and there's nothing left for us to do to help his state. He's on full life support, but he's able to think and breathe on his own. Other than that, his heart is sporadic and his thought wavelengths are incredibly erratic as well. I'm sorry, but he has two weeks left." The doctor that had seen us since we came in, put a hand on Yamato's shoulder lightly, and sighed. "I'll let you tell them yourself." With that, he left Yamato to deal with the news he was just told.
Yamato hung his head and stood in the silent and lonely hallway, thinking of what to do as the means of explaining this to us. He walked back into the room, slowly and melancholic.
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As the door slowly opened, we all turned and looked as a grief- stricken Yamato slowly entered the room and let the door swing shut behind him. He looked to each of our faces before stopping at Kari's last. She spoke slowly and gravely. "Two weeks. TK has two weeks left to live."
Kari buried her head in Sora's chest again as she cried for what seemed like an eternity. I took Yamato's hand and held it as I looked into the blonde's ice blue eyes. Yamato turned his head to face me, and tears ran down his cheeks as they filled his eyes. He didn't outright do it, but he cried along with my sister for the slowly dying Takeru Takaishi.
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Me: I apologize for this chapter to all you Takari/Takeru lovers and also for its shortness! I'm OBSESSED with both the coupling, and the blondie himself!!! Trust me, you'll enjoy the next chapter, I promise!! *lots of females seething and holding gigantic weapons, threatening his very life, as well as Takeru, in a female disguise*
Taichi: *glaring* If he dies, I swear you won't live to see tomorrow, Ryan!!!
Sora: *stepping up beside him as if to help emphasize this fact* I'll help'em too!
Me: *sweatdrop!!* If I live a while longer, I'll have the next chapter up. And that's actually the reason why I took so long. The next chapter will be murder for reading if it's as long as I think it shall be! X.x