Shattered Dreams: Back at Home by Child of the Faeries
What happens when there's nothing left to hope for?
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon..........or any of it's characters.
A collective silence filled the room. Mimi gasped and clutched Matt's hand tighter. Matt himself didn't move much, but something faded from his eyes.
"What can you do?" he whispered hoarsely, not looking at anyone but the doctor. The doctor shook his head, and consulted his paper.
"We don't really have many choices," he said. "We can try chemotherapy again....."
"No." Matt shook his head. "I don't want to go through that again." The doctor continued to shake his head.
"Then our next best bet is a bone marrow transplant. But with your rare blood type, it will be very difficult to find a compatible donor." Sora stepped forward.
"Is that his only chance? I heard that bone marrow transplants fail very often and are highly experimental."
"That is true," Joe offered from the back. "They don't guarantee the removal of cancer, either. Sometimes it just isn't enough."
"So what you are saying is that there is little hope of my survival?" Matt said, his voice dead calm.
"I'm sorry." Matt looked around at all of his friends. All of them appeared worried and shocked.
"Well, I don't want to go through with all that. It'll probably only postpone my death for awhile, and I'll end up hurting the ones I love even more if I do that."
"Matt, you can't do that! We need you here!" his mother said sadly.
Matt chose to ignore her comment and turned back to the doctor. "I don't want to die here. I'd like to go home. Now."
Joe frowned. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? There's still a chance that the transplant would work."
Matt slowly shook his head. "As much as I'd like to believe that, I know it's my time to go. And I don't want to be apart from any of my friends during the last weeks of my life."
So Matt was moved from the hospital to his home. They put him on his room, and placed all of his medicines on his bookshelves. His nurse arrived, and she took over arranging everything. Matt grew too weak to get out of bed, but his friends never deserted him.
"Maybe an angel will come down and heal you," T.K. said one day. Matt smiled.
"I wish that would happen, T.K. But I don't think it's very likely."
"But maybe it will. You just have to BELIEVE," T.K. said, tearing rising in his eyes. "I can't live here without you."
Matt reached out to comfort his younger brother just like he had back in the Digital World. "I think you're the angel send down to heal me, T.K. The Angel of Hope."
"I want you to take this, T.K. Once I'm gone," Matt said, moving his hand to pick up his harmonica. "Learn how to play it."
"But I can't, Matt. I don't know how."
Matt closed his eyes. "Just listen to your heart.
"Do you know how much I love you?" Matt asked Mimi, and she blushed. He was feeling particularly good this day- full of energy and life.
"Matt........."
"Thank you, Mimi. Thank you for loving me no matter what I look like and hopeless our relationship seems."
Mimi couldn't say anything. She just took hold of his hand. "And you're willing to stand by me, even as Death rushes to meet me."
"Don't talk like that, Matt. We have a long time left together."
He pulled his hand away from hers, and reached for his Crest from around his neck. "I want you to have this."
Mimi gasped as he slid it around her neck. "But Matt......this is yours......."
"It's yours now." Mimi kissed him softly on the cheek, and grabbed his harmonica from beside his bed.
"Please play me one more song, Matt. I've missed the sound of your harmonica for a very long time."
Matt took the harmonica from her, and started to play it slowly, skipping over notes until he found just the right song. Mimi closed her eyes and leaned against Matt's bed as the music blended into the silence in the house. It seemed as if the whole world was listening.....silently............
Suddenly his strength failed him, and he drifted off to sleep in midsong. The nurse came in and checked on him.
"It won't be long now," she told Mimi softly.
Mimi turned away from the lady and looked at the pictures Matt had on his dresser drawer.
There were pictures of all of his friends, but mostly of the original Digi-Destined. Mimi laughed when she saw all of the pictures. They all looked so younger and childish.
Then she saw Matt's grad picture. She picked it up, and stared at it for a very long time. "Oh Matt.........."
Tears streaming down her face, she left the room.
Days past, and he got weaker and weaker everyday. About a week later, Matt woke up very early, and realized that something felt different. He felt..........like something was clawing at him, trying to pull him down.
Mimi woke up a little while later and came into his room. Matt didn't move, or even acknowledge her when she kissed him on the forehead.
"Matt, what's wrong?" she asked, worried about him. His eyes were glazed over, and looked dilated.
"Can you get the others to come here?" he asked weakly, and Mimi realized what was happening. She ran out to the living room, where T.K., Sora and Joe was all sleeping. After waking them up, she called everyone else.
There was a gathering mist behind his eyes by the time everyone got there. He could barely move, but he managed to look every one of them in the eyes.
"Izzy.....," the small red-haired boy stepped forward, "thank you for spending so much time with me in the past weeks. It really means something to me." Izzy blushed a bit and looked away. But Matt had started talking to someone else.
"Stay true to yourself, Sora," he said softly." It's then that your love truly shines through."
"I'm going to miss you, Matt," she said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Kari, take care of my little brother. I know how sad and lost he's going to be with me gone. I need you to fill the void I leave behind." Kari nodded, too overcome with emotion to say anything.
"What can I say, Joe? You were always there when I needed a friend to pull me out. Go be a doctor, Joe. Help people, so no one else needs to go through the pain of losing all of his friends like I do. Find a cure so no one else has to suffer losing a loved one like you guys have to."
"I'll do that, Matt," Joe said solemnly. "Thank you for being my friend." Matt smiled, and his eyes fell on Tai.
"We never got along, did we Tai? Always fighting," he whispered. "And yet, I always considered you my best friend. You are my best friend, and no one could replace you in the world."
Tai seemed embarrassed. "I've always considered you my best friend too, Matt."
It was getting harder for Matt to breath now. The nurse came in and gave him something to ease him pain. His parents stood in the corner of his room.
Matt moved painfully so he could see T.K. "Little bro....."
"I love you Matt!" T.K. cried out suddenly. He threw his arms around Matt and started to cry.
"It's time for me to go now, little bro. But promise me one thing. Never stop hoping, T.K."
T.K. stopped crying for a moment. "I promise, Matt. And I hope I see you again someday, some way."
"I'll be your guardian angel, T.K. Just look for me," Matt said, his voice no more than a soft rustle.
He tried to roll over, but he couldn't do it. Mimi walked over and stood beside T.K. Tears flooded her eyes, but Matt didn't have the strength the wipe them away.
His eyes met hers, and the first sight of tears sparkled in the corners of his eyes. "I love you," he mouthed, and Mimi started to sob, collapsing beside him.
The bed was racked with her sobs, and tears fell from everyone else's eyes. A dazed, shattered look filled Matt's eyes, and he appeared to be beyond the realm of hearing.
He looked peaceful. Mimi kissed him once, her last lingering kiss before she began to cry again.
His breathing became more labored, and his chest fell slower each time.
"Matt! Oh Matt!!! I love you!" Mimi whispered in his ear. She didn't think he could hear her.
She buried her head in his chest, and everyone gathered around, tears streaming from their eyes.
Then Matt's last words rang softly in their ears as he took his last shuddering breath..........
"Remember me."
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I can't believe I just wrote that!!! I don't want Matt to die (*sob*). N-E-WAYS, just one part left. What happens now that Matt is gone?
What happens when there's nothing left to hope for?
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon..........or any of it's characters.
A collective silence filled the room. Mimi gasped and clutched Matt's hand tighter. Matt himself didn't move much, but something faded from his eyes.
"What can you do?" he whispered hoarsely, not looking at anyone but the doctor. The doctor shook his head, and consulted his paper.
"We don't really have many choices," he said. "We can try chemotherapy again....."
"No." Matt shook his head. "I don't want to go through that again." The doctor continued to shake his head.
"Then our next best bet is a bone marrow transplant. But with your rare blood type, it will be very difficult to find a compatible donor." Sora stepped forward.
"Is that his only chance? I heard that bone marrow transplants fail very often and are highly experimental."
"That is true," Joe offered from the back. "They don't guarantee the removal of cancer, either. Sometimes it just isn't enough."
"So what you are saying is that there is little hope of my survival?" Matt said, his voice dead calm.
"I'm sorry." Matt looked around at all of his friends. All of them appeared worried and shocked.
"Well, I don't want to go through with all that. It'll probably only postpone my death for awhile, and I'll end up hurting the ones I love even more if I do that."
"Matt, you can't do that! We need you here!" his mother said sadly.
Matt chose to ignore her comment and turned back to the doctor. "I don't want to die here. I'd like to go home. Now."
Joe frowned. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? There's still a chance that the transplant would work."
Matt slowly shook his head. "As much as I'd like to believe that, I know it's my time to go. And I don't want to be apart from any of my friends during the last weeks of my life."
So Matt was moved from the hospital to his home. They put him on his room, and placed all of his medicines on his bookshelves. His nurse arrived, and she took over arranging everything. Matt grew too weak to get out of bed, but his friends never deserted him.
"Maybe an angel will come down and heal you," T.K. said one day. Matt smiled.
"I wish that would happen, T.K. But I don't think it's very likely."
"But maybe it will. You just have to BELIEVE," T.K. said, tearing rising in his eyes. "I can't live here without you."
Matt reached out to comfort his younger brother just like he had back in the Digital World. "I think you're the angel send down to heal me, T.K. The Angel of Hope."
"I want you to take this, T.K. Once I'm gone," Matt said, moving his hand to pick up his harmonica. "Learn how to play it."
"But I can't, Matt. I don't know how."
Matt closed his eyes. "Just listen to your heart.
"Do you know how much I love you?" Matt asked Mimi, and she blushed. He was feeling particularly good this day- full of energy and life.
"Matt........."
"Thank you, Mimi. Thank you for loving me no matter what I look like and hopeless our relationship seems."
Mimi couldn't say anything. She just took hold of his hand. "And you're willing to stand by me, even as Death rushes to meet me."
"Don't talk like that, Matt. We have a long time left together."
He pulled his hand away from hers, and reached for his Crest from around his neck. "I want you to have this."
Mimi gasped as he slid it around her neck. "But Matt......this is yours......."
"It's yours now." Mimi kissed him softly on the cheek, and grabbed his harmonica from beside his bed.
"Please play me one more song, Matt. I've missed the sound of your harmonica for a very long time."
Matt took the harmonica from her, and started to play it slowly, skipping over notes until he found just the right song. Mimi closed her eyes and leaned against Matt's bed as the music blended into the silence in the house. It seemed as if the whole world was listening.....silently............
Suddenly his strength failed him, and he drifted off to sleep in midsong. The nurse came in and checked on him.
"It won't be long now," she told Mimi softly.
Mimi turned away from the lady and looked at the pictures Matt had on his dresser drawer.
There were pictures of all of his friends, but mostly of the original Digi-Destined. Mimi laughed when she saw all of the pictures. They all looked so younger and childish.
Then she saw Matt's grad picture. She picked it up, and stared at it for a very long time. "Oh Matt.........."
Tears streaming down her face, she left the room.
Days past, and he got weaker and weaker everyday. About a week later, Matt woke up very early, and realized that something felt different. He felt..........like something was clawing at him, trying to pull him down.
Mimi woke up a little while later and came into his room. Matt didn't move, or even acknowledge her when she kissed him on the forehead.
"Matt, what's wrong?" she asked, worried about him. His eyes were glazed over, and looked dilated.
"Can you get the others to come here?" he asked weakly, and Mimi realized what was happening. She ran out to the living room, where T.K., Sora and Joe was all sleeping. After waking them up, she called everyone else.
There was a gathering mist behind his eyes by the time everyone got there. He could barely move, but he managed to look every one of them in the eyes.
"Izzy.....," the small red-haired boy stepped forward, "thank you for spending so much time with me in the past weeks. It really means something to me." Izzy blushed a bit and looked away. But Matt had started talking to someone else.
"Stay true to yourself, Sora," he said softly." It's then that your love truly shines through."
"I'm going to miss you, Matt," she said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Kari, take care of my little brother. I know how sad and lost he's going to be with me gone. I need you to fill the void I leave behind." Kari nodded, too overcome with emotion to say anything.
"What can I say, Joe? You were always there when I needed a friend to pull me out. Go be a doctor, Joe. Help people, so no one else needs to go through the pain of losing all of his friends like I do. Find a cure so no one else has to suffer losing a loved one like you guys have to."
"I'll do that, Matt," Joe said solemnly. "Thank you for being my friend." Matt smiled, and his eyes fell on Tai.
"We never got along, did we Tai? Always fighting," he whispered. "And yet, I always considered you my best friend. You are my best friend, and no one could replace you in the world."
Tai seemed embarrassed. "I've always considered you my best friend too, Matt."
It was getting harder for Matt to breath now. The nurse came in and gave him something to ease him pain. His parents stood in the corner of his room.
Matt moved painfully so he could see T.K. "Little bro....."
"I love you Matt!" T.K. cried out suddenly. He threw his arms around Matt and started to cry.
"It's time for me to go now, little bro. But promise me one thing. Never stop hoping, T.K."
T.K. stopped crying for a moment. "I promise, Matt. And I hope I see you again someday, some way."
"I'll be your guardian angel, T.K. Just look for me," Matt said, his voice no more than a soft rustle.
He tried to roll over, but he couldn't do it. Mimi walked over and stood beside T.K. Tears flooded her eyes, but Matt didn't have the strength the wipe them away.
His eyes met hers, and the first sight of tears sparkled in the corners of his eyes. "I love you," he mouthed, and Mimi started to sob, collapsing beside him.
The bed was racked with her sobs, and tears fell from everyone else's eyes. A dazed, shattered look filled Matt's eyes, and he appeared to be beyond the realm of hearing.
He looked peaceful. Mimi kissed him once, her last lingering kiss before she began to cry again.
His breathing became more labored, and his chest fell slower each time.
"Matt! Oh Matt!!! I love you!" Mimi whispered in his ear. She didn't think he could hear her.
She buried her head in his chest, and everyone gathered around, tears streaming from their eyes.
Then Matt's last words rang softly in their ears as he took his last shuddering breath..........
"Remember me."
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I can't believe I just wrote that!!! I don't want Matt to die (*sob*). N-E-WAYS, just one part left. What happens now that Matt is gone?