Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon in any way, shape, or form, but I really, really want the movie! Yeah... This story contains the death of a beloved character, so please be careful when you read it. R&R please!
Italics: thinking
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Ch.1
It's a beautiful day, Kari remarked to Gatomon as she pedalled her bike along the waterfront.
Gatomon agreed from the basket on Kari's handlebars.
I remember when T.K. and I would ride along here. That was before he got sick... A tear rolled down Kari's cheek, and they rode in silence to the hospital.
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Let's go, Gatomon, Kari locked up her bike and gathered Gatomon in her arms.
The smeel of sickness filled Kari's nose as she walked into the lobby. She signed in, and took the elevator up to T.K.'s floor.
Did you notice how the receptionist looked at you? It was so strange... Gatomon whispered.
Kari replied softly, But I do notice that all the nurses are avoiding us. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway as T.K.'s door came into view.
Hey Izzy, how's T.K.? Kari said brightly, as she walked up to him.
Izzy said softly, as Matt turned away, trying to hide his grief. Kari saw Sora comforting Patamon further down the hallway, and it all started to add up.
He's not... Kari flung open the door of T.K.'s room. His bed was empty.
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A/N: See, that's what the dream meant. Sad, ne?