Author's Notes: Sorry this part took so long

Author's Notes: Sorry this part took so long. My computer crashed. This part is rather short. By the way, don't own Digimon, never did and never will.

Take Nothing for Granted 2

By Ying

"You have to be joking."

"Matt, I'm not. It's true."

"You look fine to me."

"I know. Ever since my parents got the news, they could not eat or sleep. My mother's hair turned white and she hasn't bothered to dye it."
" It's that serious. Do any of the other Digi-destined know?"

"No. This is why I came back to Japan."

"But…"

"I know it's shocking."

"Then how long do…"

"Six months to a year."

"But, how could this happen?"

"I have leukemia. It's in it's second stage. I've had chemotherapy, but my hair hasn't fallen out yet."

"I'm speechless."
"I know."

That was that, the love of my life just told me she was dying. Today just wasn't my day. I took Mimi back to her hotel and I went home. Boring isn't it? The next day she told the rest of the digi-destined. The girls were crying and the guys hung their heads.

I started hanging out more with Mimi. She always seemed so happy; no one knew she was sick.

Before I knew it several months had passed and Mimi was hospitalized. Her parents knew we were dating and called me immediately after she fainted. That's when they told me.

"Mimi's wish was to come back to Japan to see you and to die."

"No, she's not dying. She can't be."

Yet, I couldn't face the fact her days were numbered. I spent the last days by her side. We joked, as nothing was wrong. I sang to her. Somehow, it eased the pain. Secretly, I had myself tested for a way to help save Mimi. That was a week after she had told me she was dying. I guess there isn't anything I could do. Soon, Mimi got worse and I couldn't help it anymore. The world is so cruel. What has she done do deserve this? I walked home that night crying. It was the first time I'd done that since my parents divorced. This time I was no longer a child and this pain was far from erasable. I saw as she laid on the bed with her soft blond hair. She was pale but to me she was more beautiful than ever.

It was 10:00 when I got home. Dad left a note saying he was going to be late and telling me not to give up hope. Apparently there was a letter for me from the hospital. There was a way for me to help Mimi.

Dear Mr. Ishida,

Your blood type and bone marrow matches Mimi's. She has a 46% chance of survival if you are willing to do a transplant with her. I urge you to do so.

Thank You,

Caitlin Morioka

Caitlin Morioka M.D.

Should I? A transplant for Mimi. A chance for her survival and happiness. It was worth it. When I told Mimi the good news her reaction was quite surprising.

"What?"

"I'm willing to help you."

"Matt, you can't. What if you die in the process?"

"Mimi, first of all I can't die from a transplant like this and second of all, does it matter. I love you, I would do anything for you."

"You love me that much, don't you."

A date for the transplant was scheduled immediately. Right before we were separated Mimi and I wished each other the best of luck. Pretty soon all turns black.

I open my eyes. I see Mimi.

"Mimi, you're okay."

"Matt we both are. We're dead."

Don't worry this isn't the end. Are they really dead? Part 3 comes soon.