Yamato's Last Hope
Parts 7-9
02
by hermionE Yagami 
(if it comes up yes you can take the pic.)
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I'm back! Mwahahaha! Back with another dramatic piece of my fic. Remember, Yamashiro. That means yaoi, as in Matt x Izzy. Chapter Seven is kind of short, but hey, it's worth it in the end. For the person who thinks so, Hermione is NOT me. I just read too much Harry Potter stuff, and I like the idea of an exchange student Digi-Destined. To the summary. A surprise awaits them all. Is it good or bad? Also, Yama goes into chemo for the first time.
DISCLAIMOR: I don't own Digimon. Though I do own Hermione, Dr. Tenchi (he he you know where I got that), and this story's idea.
Rated R for language.
**seven**
...I just wanted to reach over and rip the needles out of my arm... -A Time for Dancing, by Davida Willis Hurwin
chemo
Koushiro and Yamato stayed together all day again. Takeru came later that day to drop off some flowers and a huge GET WELL SOON balloon.
It seemed that the young girl had alerted the press, because strange teenage girls came in on the hour, gushing over Yamato and bringing him cards, banners, balloons, and a group of girls even came in with a stereo and did a dance to one of Yama's songs. One of them even sang one of his songs for him. Yamato thought it was hilarious when a short, bluish black-haired girl asked him, "who's that hot guy in the chair?"
Koushiro quickly tired of this and fell asleep, head resting on the counter beside him. Yamato fell asleep a little while after, and the doctor banned any more people who were not friends or family to visit Yamato.
Around three o'clock, Yamato semi-awakened to find Koushiro gone. He had left a note saying someting about schoolwork. For a while Yamato just lay there, thinking. He realized that someone had left him a book, Along Came A Spider. It was about a psycopath who had kidnapped a young girl, and the detectives trying to find him. He picked it up and started to read it.
When he got to page 70, the door opened.
Koushiro and a doctor walked in.
"Ishida Yamato if I'm not much mistaken?" the doctor asked.
Yamato nodded.
"My name is Doctor Nyaka Tenchi. I'm here for your chemotherapy." She wheeled in a large table that had poisonous-looking things on it, a large piece of cardboard, and a long needle.
"I'm just going to tell you that this will be painful in the beginning, but you'll get used to it.Chemo is not all that fun, but hopefully it will kill the cancer, or keep it from spreading until it is operable." She hooked up the chemicals to the needle, and then picked up the piece of cardboard and a roll of medical tape.
She pulled two leather belts out from under the mattress and strapped Yamato's right arm to it.
"What are you doing that for?" Yamato asked.
"You'll see," she said as she lifted the other sleeve to tape it to the cardboard.
Koushiro flinched. He knew what was coming.
Dr. Tenchi gave a small gasp as she looked up and down Yamato's left arm. The attempted suicide scars told her exactly where to pierce the needle.
Yamato looked worriedly at Koushiro. Koushiro gave him a knowing look and watched Dr. Tenchi proceed.
As the needle went through his arm, Yamato hissed in pain. When the chemicals started pumping into his veins, he screamed.
"God damn mother fucking bloody hell! Aaah!"
Yamato's face contorted on pain. Now he knew why she had strapped his arms. the poisons pumping through his arm hurt him so bad he just wanted to reach over and rip the needle out.
"Well," Koushiro tried. "That was a colorful sentence."
"Shut up."
The pain was unimagineable. It felt like something was eating away at him. He just wanted it to end...
**eight**
Hope is a sign. A good one at that.
hope
"Hey Yama, it's over. Wake up."
Yamato opened his eyes. He felt the tape burns and the rubbing burns from the leather still paining him. but not as bad as his left arm. He couldn't move it, let alone have anything touch it.
"Dear God, Koushiro, what the fuck did they put in my body?"
"A whole shitload of poison, that's what." He looked concernedly at Yamato. "Can you move it?"
"If I did I'd never move it again." He used his good arm to sit up straight and get his book.
For the next three weeks, Yamato went into chemo every three days. He'd gotten used to the horrible pain, but his arm had become almost completely useless.
One day, Dr. Tenchi came in, brown eyes aglow.
"Ishida Yamato, I have good news. Your cancer is diminishing,and has moved away from vital areas. Yamato, the cancer is operable. If all goes well, you'll be home for Christmas."
"Yeah!" Yamato whooped. Koushiro smiled from ear to ear.
" 'Shiro-kun, get me the phone, dammit! We have people to call!"
Koushiro's smile, if possible, got even wider. The old Yamato - the one he knew and loved - was back.
~*~*~
Takeru was sitting on the couch, waiting for his ride to the hospital to come. All of the digi-destined and his parents were carpooling to the hospital to see Yamato. His parents had gone to pick up Miyako, Daisuke, and Iori. Hikari was being driven by Tai, who was also going to get Mimi, who had flown over the minute she heard, and was staying at Sora's. Jyou was coming for him as soon as he picked up Hermione.
All of a sudden, the phone rang. It scared Takeru so bad he may as well have jumped through the roof to match the yell he let out.
"Hello?"
"Takeru!"
"Yamato?"
"Yeah! You'll never believe this! Guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm gonna be okay, Takeru! it's operable!"
Takeru whooped. "Will ya be home for Christmas?"
"Yeah, if all goes well!"
"You don't need to call the others... we were gonna come just now!"
A loud honk issued from outside.
"I gotta go Yama, Jyou's here to pick me up!"
"See you!"
"Bye!"
Takeru slammed down the reciever, and rushed out to meet Jyou.
~*~*~
"Well, that was fast," Koushiro said as Yamato handed the phone back to him.
"They were carpooling over here again anyways."
"Oh. cool." He handed the cellphone back to Dr. Tenchi.
Ten minutes later, everyone bustled through the door of Yamato's hospital room. Takeru had a big, lopsided smile on his face.
"Hey, Yama-Sama! Feeling better?" Taichi asked, and handed him another GET WELL balloon.
"The best I have since I got this! I am SO going to live, and I WILL be home for Christmas, if all goes well!"
"What do you mean, if all goes well?" Sora asked.
"My cancer is operable! They're gonna take it out in three days!"
"Oh that's wonderful Yamato!" Mimi said. She didn't know it, but Koushiro saw her give him the evil eye. She had always been a little jealous of Koushiro because of Yamato picking him over her. But it wasn't like she hated him with a passion, she probably had all those American boys fawning over her.
Takeru hugged his brother, who hugged back one-armed.
"I'm so happy you're going to be okay," Kari said.
"I don't know," Hermione said. Everyone's head turned.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," she continued. "Yamato has to be strong to make it out, both physically and mentally."
She turned her large brown eyes toward Yamato, the bright hospital lights reflecting off her glasses.
"I can help, you know. If you want me to."
Yamato creased his eyebrows, thinking.
"No," he mumbled soundlessly.
"Come again?" Jyou asked.
"No," Yamato said, more clearly this time.
"Are you sure?" Koushiro asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not my brother, but I do have hope."
"Okay. Any change of heart, I'm at home."
**nine**
I should know aout pre-op nervousness. I've been there.
before
Yamato... Yamato...You can't come yet...Not your...
"Hey Yama, wake up. Your breakfast is here"
Yamato groaned and mumbled something inaudible. He one-handedly put the pillow over his head.
"Yamato, just because you're in the hospital doesn't mean you get to sleep in. They wake up everyone at this time, because it ain't Ihop."
Yamato pushed himself up and laughed in a tired tone. Koushiro helped him sit up and pulled his tray out, carefully holding the plate and chopsticks in one hand.
He slowly worked the chopsticks with his fingers. Slowly brought the food to his mouth. He accidentally dropped the bit into his lap.
"Nervous, Yamato-chan?"
Today was the day that he would be rid of his cancer forever. The surgeons were going to open his chest today and take out the tumor on his lungs.
"I'm just scared. Waaht if something goes wrong? What if they can't get it out?"
"Don't be silly," Koushiro said in a comforting voice. "They'll get it out, or I'll have their heads for getting our hopes so high."
Yamato laughed and turned back to his breakfast.
When he was finished, Dr. Tenchi came in.
"Yamato, you need to take a shower before we begin," she said. As quickly as she came, she left.
Koushiro helped Yamato walk to the bathroom, undress, and turn the water on.
As Yamato scrubbed under his arms, he let the comforting, steamy water run down his left arm. It seemed to comfort the constant pains.
The time alone gave him time to think, to visualize what he thought might happen. He was imagining them stitching up the hole, when Koushiro's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Yamato, you're gonna drown yourself if you stay in any longer!"
Yamato sighed and called Koushiro for him.
"What were you doing in there, making sure you got every last hair on your body clean?"
Yamato laughed and stuck his arm through the sleeve of the hospital gown. Koushiro's nimble fingers tied it in the back, and he helped Yamato limp on the slippery floor to the bed.
Around ten miutes later, Takeru came again.
"Scared?" Takeru asked.
"No," Yamato said sarcastically, "I just can't BEAR to wait any longer until tehy cut my chest open and remove the tumor! I'm just so ecstatic!"
"Okay, Jun," Koushiro said seriously.
The three boys laughed.
"Will you be okay Yama?" Takeru asked.
"I'll be fine. Have a little faith in me."
"You're right. I'm not exactly living up to my crest, am I?" The boys laughed again, until a stocky man who had a bag slung over his shoulder came in, holding a large manilla envelope.
"Mail for Ishida Yamato." He handed the envlope to Takeru and left, casting a sideways glance at the boys.
Yamato opened it and dumped it's contents onto his lap.
It was a large get well card, signed by everyone.
Get Well Soon! The Best Of Luck To You!
FRom: Taichi, Sora, Mimi, Jyou, Hikari, Hermione, Miyako, Cody, Davis, Ken, and your favorite brother Takeru!
Yamato laughed and put the card back inside the envelope.
"Ishida Yamato." A tall doctor's voice startled him.
"it is time."
Yamato swallowed.
Five doctors came in and began wheeling his bed away from the wall.
"Wish me luck, you guys," were the last words he said before disapearing around the corner.
Bwahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Nyah nyah Nyyyaaaahhh! I'll post part 10 and the Epilogue, Ya Yoi No Sora Wa( i think that's how you spell it, but if it's not, I'll have and explanation in the epilogue.) soon, maybe even tomorrow. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and Happy Kwanzaa to all. if i missed yours, please stick it in your eye(pretend it's there.)!
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