Introduction: Sorry I haven't written in sooo long but I've been busy with school. I know some people will NOT like the couplings at all, but they'll live. This is my fic after all! Please read and review, but be warned I could care less if you flame me. Sorry if anyone is OOC and if you feel they are, please email me at Potter_1@msn.com.

Authors notes 1: No, I haven't forgotten Yamato. How could I? ::drolls slightly:: Where was I? Oh yeah. Yamato just still out of it out and if I typed his part it would sound like this: ::Drools::
The end.
Get my point? He'll be back soon though.

Authors note 2: Some people's parts are longer than others, but that's because they involve two people's stories. Like how Mimi's part is really long because it's about her and... you'll see.


Disclaimer: The people who own Digimon will never read this so I don't know why I have to write this, but I will anyway. I don't own Digimon... Yet! ::Changes into all black w/ spy gear and pulls out spy scope:: Here I come Fox Kids Studios!!! Mwhahaha!

Quick question: I would like to kow if you've read my fic 'I have no father' and if you think it's good enough to deserve a sequel or if I should just focus on this fic or start a new one. Please either email me at Potter_1@msn.com (I'm a Harry Potter fan too) or leave your answer in the review. Thanks and I love readers who review!

Chapter 4 of The Night It All Changed:
Takeru breathed heavily as he listened to the calming beeps of the heart moniter on his left side mixed with the pitter patter of the rain on the window across the room. The heart moniter sat among what seemed like endless hospital technology while to his right sat an empty chair, waiting for visitors.TK stirred and opened his eyes. The sound of nurses bustling about outside worried him. What if they were working on his brother? He shifted unconfortably and stared at the door, wishing them to appear and tell him his brother was okay and so was he. After a few minutes he gave up and wondered if he himself was okay. He realized he was dry and warm, which was a nice change from the cold rain outside. It blew harshley against his windows and ratteled him to the core as a constant reminder of the painful memory he would carry forever. It was hard to imagine he'd been outside just a while before. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out and longed for answeres to all the questions that knawed away at him slowly and painfully. He leaned forward and opened the cutains around the end of his bed. He saw Kari, Mimi, and Tai across the room in thier own beds too. Tai was staring at the ceiling, seemingly in deep thought. "Tai?" Takeru asked timidly. Tai shook his head and looked at him. "Yah?" he asked as he pulled himself up on his bed and leaned on his elbow. Takeru's stomach did a flip and he thought he'd be sick as the words escaped his mouth. "Is everyone okay?" he asked. Tai looked at him sympathetically and then rolled over. "I don't want to talk about it. Not yet." he said after a moments pause. Takeru could almost hear Tai start crying queitly and decided he needed some time alone. He flung his weak legs slowly over the side of his bed and stood up. It felt good to be dry. He walked to the door of the room as a nurse came in. "May I help you? Your not supposed to be out of bed." she reprimanded. Takeru mumbled an apology. "All I have is a broken wrist judging by my cast. Where's my brother?" he asked as he hobbled back to bed. The woman's attidude quickly changed and she put on a fake smile, her eyes giving way to the truth. Takeru could feel sympathy oozing from from them like water from Niagra falls. "He's fine." she said. "Can I see him?" he inqiered as he pulled the blanket up to his chin. "No." she reponded so quickly Takeru knew what was going on. "Anything else?" she asked with false cheeriness. Takeru leaned forward and looked her in the eye. "The truth."

Tai stared out the window. Rain pounded loudly and made him shiver. He felt a darkness trying to reach out to him. Not physically, like his sister had desribed to him, but mentally... It was like he could feel guilt and heartache building up and forming a stain on his soul. A solitary blue tear rolled down his cheek and onto his pillow. He reached up and quickly wiped it away. Everyone seemed to view him as the leader. They couln't see him crying. And this wasn't the first time he'd led them into danger. He was positive that he hadn't consumed any alchahol, but then why did test read different? He could hear TK and the plump nurse talking and tried to focus on it. "He's fine. I'm telling you. There's no need to see him. He needs to rest." she said, trying to sound honest. Tai rolled over and watched Takeru close his eyes. He may only be a little younger, but he was still very gullibale. The odds Yamato was even alive were slim, let alone him being okay and not in a coma type state. The thought that it was his fault placed a guilt so stong on him he left it draining his energy and started to fall asleep when an idea came to him. What if he went to visit his friends to see if they were okay? He needed to know or he'd never be able to live with himself. And if they were going to die, at least he'd have a few last precious moments with them. He shuddered at the thought but regained composer quickly and left the room in silence without the arguing nurse and Takeru even glancing at him.

Sora's eyelids fluttered open. The room around her was dark and she could feel pain throughout her body. "Hello?" she called out into the blackness around her. It was eerilly quiet as she listened for a response. "Yes?" a voice responded after a while. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was. "Tai, it's so dark. Please turn on a light." she said. She could feel Tai's warm breath on her face and guessed he'd leaned in closer. She smiled at the though of how close they were. If only she could see him... "The lights are on. Can't you see them?" he asked in a worried tone. She stopped breathing. "What do you mean?" she asked in a whisper, "That's not funny Taichi!" Tai clasped her hand. "Are you saying your eyes are open and you can't see anything?" Tears formed in her eyes. "What do you mean? I told you that's not funny!" she cried. "Sora, I'm not joking. What's wrong? Can't you see me?" Am I-" she stopped and squeezed his hand for comfort" Am I--Blind or something?"

Koushirou stared out his window at the rain. The operation that had taken place only a few hours before had left him feeeling completly helpless and weak. He'd been told he was fine, but judging by the grim looks everyone seemed to give him and the way he felt, he knew they were simply trying to keep him from being scared. Half of the skin on his side would need to be transplanted due to third degree burns and he had escaped death by just inches of bleeding to death. Thunder rattled the window loudly and he closed his eyes and sighed. He could feel heavy pain killers numbing his body. It was like he was flying, yet laying perfectly still. He could hear muffled voices coming from the room next to him that he thought sounded like Tai and Sora. Izzy wanted to call to them to let them know he was okay and right near by, but felt like he didn't have control over his leg muscles and didn't want them to see him in his current condition. He felt...almost paralyzed.

Kari smiled as a nurse brought her in some hot miso soup. She had caught a bad case of namonia in the rain and welcomed warmth with open arms. The nurse was the staff's newest and assigned to the short term emergency cases. She always told Kari she'd be fine and sat with her for hours just talking. Kari had grown to like her as a friend and was almost going to be sad when it came time to leave in a week or two. "Hi Kari. Soup's up!" she said and placed the bowl in front of her. The bowl warmed her lap as she sneezed. "Are you cold?" Mati asked. Kari nodded and Mati adjusted the heat. "Do you know how my brothers doing?" she asked and took a bite of the soup. It tasted terribly like most hospital food. Mati patted her shoulder and sat down on the side of the bed. "He's a fighter. In fact, there seems to be nothing wrong with him. I don't know how considering that huge truck hit him head on and he should have recieved the biggest blow. I guess he's just lucky." she concluded. Kari had had the feeling something was wrong with her brother though. She had since he'd carried her on his back for a mile to get help. It showed in his distant, painfilled eyes and in his faded fake smile. She'd only seen him once since the accident when he'd come in and sat with her for a while. Every time she'd tried to talk to him about the accident Tai changed the subject. "I'm still worried about him." she confessed. Mati stood up and started to leave. Just as she opened the door to leave she decided to leave Kari something to think about. "If I were you, I'd be worring about your friends. That Yamato and Izumi boy don't seem like they're going to make it."

Joe leaned back in his wheelchair. He was thankfull he could walk, but knew the pain in his back would prevent it. He'd been seeing a physcial therapist for the past 2 days since the accident, which most people thought was far to soon. Joe was eager to get back to normal though and did everything he could to recover.
His muscles were feeling better by the hour and he decided to keep it up. If his math was right, he'd be better within a few days and able to focus on helping his friends. He didn't have the crest of reliability for no reason after all. He was deep in though about what he could possibly do, if anything, to help everyone else when he realized he'd passed his room. Figuring his arms could use the work out anyway, he rolled happily to the room where everyone was. As he reached out to open the doornob, he heard a muffled sob from inside. His heart gave a small jump as he realized it was Mimi. Joe opened the door and glanced inside, seeing Mimi laying on her side crying into her pillow. "Go away!" she snapped as Joe closed the door. "It's me, Mimi." he said and rolled over to her. She rolled over as welland stared at him. Her eyes were red and swolen and her cheeks were tear stained. "Oh Joe!" she sobbed and reached out her hand for his. Fighting the urge to jump for joy, he took it in his own and reached out another hand to stroke her hair. She closed her eyes and a few tears tickled down her face. "Your okay, right?" she asked, eyes still closed. "I'm fine. I should be able to walk again in a few days. We made it out of the car safe. I think Izzy and Matt got the worst of it." he informed her. Her eyes snapped open. "Are they going to be okay?" she asked, her voice shaking. Joe turned to look at the door. He couldn't stand to see her cry. It was worse than looking at a sad movie, as tears welled in her eyes and fell silently on her pillow. He gave her hand a small squeeze but didn't answer. "Oh, God." she said and stiffled another rush of tears. "How long have they been-" she started but couldn't finish. He looked back at her, eyes shining with tears he felt about to come pouring out. "They're not- you know- I don't want to say the word, not now- they're not...dead. They're just sort of out of it. Izzy woke up once or twice, but didn't respond to anyone or anything. Matt hasn't even opened his eyes since the accident. You've been sleeping for basically two days so I haven't gotten to tell you yet."
Mimi closed her eyes again. "mh-hmph." was all she managed to say. Joe yawned and glanced at the clock on the wall. 11:30. He realesed her hand and started to back up but she reached back out and grabbed his hand. "Don't leave. Please." she asked with pleading eyes. "Everyone's leaving. What if - What if I never see them again? I don't want to loose you Jyou Kido." she said and put his hand to her cheek. She was incredibly warm and soft. Feeling his eyes closing after a long day of working his back, he looked at her one last time. "I will never leave you Mimi. Never." he said and they fell asleep, hand in hand, loving each other.