Hiyo, everybody! This is the third chapter of my Takari fic - I've been meaning to get it up for some time but heroic duties prevailed me *cough cough*. I think this chapter will end up pretty long. This will get pretty gory somewhere and will turn into a higher-rated fic. Just warnin you… Anywayz, enough o' that stuff. I don't own Digimon, blah, blah, blah…(and pleez review!)
CHAPTER 3:
Why?
T.K. ran after the doctors as fast as he could, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he digested the new message. Kari was dying…
Because of you, a nasty voice whispered in his head. You did this to her, you literally killed her, you did all this…it's your fault…SHUT UP! thought T.K. It isn't, it isn't…the voice took over once more.
IT'S YOUR FAULT…
No!
You did this….
With a last shake of his head, T.K. wrenched his mind free from the voice and tried to focus his attention on the running doctors in front of him.
"I have to get to Kari…make sure she's okay…" he whispered to himself as they neared Kari's room. The doctors still hadn't noticed the running boy behind them and rushed into the room, calling out confusing numbers and statistics as T.K. dropped to his haunches on the white, polished floor outside of the room. Peeking in through the window, he saw an awful sight.
Kari was breathing jerkily, her eyes still closed and her face turning an unhealthy shade of yellow. Tai bellowed and jumped around angrily in frustration beside her, his face turning colour as well, only the shade of deep purple. The doctors rushed around the room like a hive of ants, scurrying around and hooking Kari up to this, checking that, shouting something at each other, and ignoring the rapidly purpling Tai, who was yelling louder every second.
T.K. put his head in his hands. All this was his fault. He had caused all this pain and suffering for Kari and her family, mainly Tai. Speaking of Tai, that boy was turning all the colours of the rainbow. At this rate, the doctors would probably be operating on Tai instead - what was he thinking?!
Making jokes, laughing at Tai, giggling foolishly like a little kid. Not even caring what was happening to his beloved. Beloved? How did that word get into his head?
But it was true. Once Kari got better, he would tell her. If she did.
That word brought T.K. back to his senses. Kari still needed help and he was sitting like a duck without doing anything.
He rushed through the door and dropped his bags on the floor, collapsing on a chair. He gingerly placed the small velvet box he had been sheltering in his pocket onto his dresser and prepared himself for another long rush downstairs.
"Takeru!" bellowed his father. "Come and help me with this microwave!"
"Sure, Dad," T.K. replied breathlessly. "I'll have to go somewhere afterwards, though, so you might want to call Matt over in advance."
He rushed down the stairs, literally saved the house from burning up by stopping the microwave, and jumped in the bus to the hospital.
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"She needs a blood transfusion! Anybody here with type O?"
"Me!" T.K. came barreling through the confusion to the side of the doctor who had spoken. "I'm type O."
"Good. I assume you know the procedures? Well then, just lie down here and we'll get this into your arm. Steady…relax."
T.K. took a deep breath as he tried to focus on something else. He had never liked needles. The last time he had gotten a blood test the nurse had ended up running around screaming for disinfectant for the red and swelling bite on her arm. But this was for Kari. He'd rather kill himself than see her die…little did he know how he would be able to prove it.
Please review and tell me what you think! The next chapter will be up soon and will be longer, i promise...sorry bout it. The next one will be longer for sure. Okay i'm repeating myself. lalalalalala. Anywayz, tell me wut you think of this so far!
CHAPTER 3:
Why?
T.K. ran after the doctors as fast as he could, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he digested the new message. Kari was dying…
Because of you, a nasty voice whispered in his head. You did this to her, you literally killed her, you did all this…it's your fault…SHUT UP! thought T.K. It isn't, it isn't…the voice took over once more.
IT'S YOUR FAULT…
No!
You did this….
With a last shake of his head, T.K. wrenched his mind free from the voice and tried to focus his attention on the running doctors in front of him.
"I have to get to Kari…make sure she's okay…" he whispered to himself as they neared Kari's room. The doctors still hadn't noticed the running boy behind them and rushed into the room, calling out confusing numbers and statistics as T.K. dropped to his haunches on the white, polished floor outside of the room. Peeking in through the window, he saw an awful sight.
Kari was breathing jerkily, her eyes still closed and her face turning an unhealthy shade of yellow. Tai bellowed and jumped around angrily in frustration beside her, his face turning colour as well, only the shade of deep purple. The doctors rushed around the room like a hive of ants, scurrying around and hooking Kari up to this, checking that, shouting something at each other, and ignoring the rapidly purpling Tai, who was yelling louder every second.
T.K. put his head in his hands. All this was his fault. He had caused all this pain and suffering for Kari and her family, mainly Tai. Speaking of Tai, that boy was turning all the colours of the rainbow. At this rate, the doctors would probably be operating on Tai instead - what was he thinking?!
Making jokes, laughing at Tai, giggling foolishly like a little kid. Not even caring what was happening to his beloved. Beloved? How did that word get into his head?
But it was true. Once Kari got better, he would tell her. If she did.
That word brought T.K. back to his senses. Kari still needed help and he was sitting like a duck without doing anything.
He rushed through the door and dropped his bags on the floor, collapsing on a chair. He gingerly placed the small velvet box he had been sheltering in his pocket onto his dresser and prepared himself for another long rush downstairs.
"Takeru!" bellowed his father. "Come and help me with this microwave!"
"Sure, Dad," T.K. replied breathlessly. "I'll have to go somewhere afterwards, though, so you might want to call Matt over in advance."
He rushed down the stairs, literally saved the house from burning up by stopping the microwave, and jumped in the bus to the hospital.
**********************************
"She needs a blood transfusion! Anybody here with type O?"
"Me!" T.K. came barreling through the confusion to the side of the doctor who had spoken. "I'm type O."
"Good. I assume you know the procedures? Well then, just lie down here and we'll get this into your arm. Steady…relax."
T.K. took a deep breath as he tried to focus on something else. He had never liked needles. The last time he had gotten a blood test the nurse had ended up running around screaming for disinfectant for the red and swelling bite on her arm. But this was for Kari. He'd rather kill himself than see her die…little did he know how he would be able to prove it.
Please review and tell me what you think! The next chapter will be up soon and will be longer, i promise...sorry bout it. The next one will be longer for sure. Okay i'm repeating myself. lalalalalala. Anywayz, tell me wut you think of this so far!
