**Here's chapter 3! I have noticed a problem with text format, and to fix that problem, I've decided to put some space between speaking parts and/or descriptive paragraphs. I hope it makes it easier on you all to read! Anyway, here's the next part!**

Angels Among Us
Chapter 3: Be Okay. . .

Yamato sat on the cold hard bed in the examining room of the ER, waiting impatiently as the doctor put the finishing touch on his left arm, which was wrapped in a white cast. The doctor helped Yamato put a shirt over her bandaged ribcage, where three ribs were broken and two were fractured. The blonde cringed as a sling was placed carefully over his arm, holding the cast in place. Yamato closed his sapphire eyes slowly as the doctor placed a butterfly stitch on the cut on his forehead, finishing his work on the young man's injuries.


"You're lucky you're alive, Mr. Ishida." the doctor said as he disposed of some gauze tinted red from Yamato's head wound. Yamato stared at the floor, not speaking.


"How's Kari?" Yamato asked, his voice cracking at the sound of her name. He vividly recalled the accident over and over in his mind, trying to find out how he could have avoided it altogether. The doctor avoided the question, cleaning the room quietly. Yamato's eyes widened in pure shock.


"She didn't make it, did she?" Yamato asked softly, his eyes tearing up. The doctor softened, his brown eyes dark and sad for the young man in his examining room.


"She's alive. When I left you alone in here about half an hour ago, she was still being operated on. She lost a lot of blood, and has some broken bones. She's cut up pretty bad right now and has some damage to her head, possibly resulting in permanent brain damage. Now, it's been thirty minutes, she might have passed, she might have come to, but all I know is that she didn't look good, son." the doctor explained somberly. Yamato wiped a tear from his eye with his good hand.


"Can I go check and see how she is? I have to call her brother. . .my brother. I have to call my mom and dad. I have to. . . have to call her mother and father. . .I have to let them know she's alive. . ." Yamato choked, his voice cracking again. The doctoe nodded and let Yamato pass through the doors and walk toward the waiting room. Yamato picked up the reciever to a payphone and dialed Tai's number slowly. He slammed the phone down as he found it to be busy. Sighing, Yamato sank into a couch and cried to himself.


Taichi continued to chat with Sora, even though it was tying up the line and running up the long distance bill.


"So, it's after eleven and Kari's not home. Should I kill Yamato, or let him live?" Taichi asked as he flipped through the channels. He passed by the local news station, which was showing pictures from the terrible accident that had happened that night.


"Don't kill Yamato, he's just running late, that's all. The prolly lost track of time, you know we did that a little." Sora replied, wiping a strawberry strand of hair from her pretty face. Annoyed, Taichi flipped back through the channels, stopping at the news station when he recognized Yamato's car.


"Holy Lord, Yamato and Kari got into an accident! Sora, I love you, and I'll call you back later as soon as I find my sister and Yamato!" Taichi cried as he hung up on Sora and rushed out of the house toward the hospital.


Yamato sat straight up in his chair, trying to keep his ribs from aching. Suddenly, Taichi burst through the doors and ran to Yamato, who stood shakily and faced his friend. Taichi's eyes were red and bloodshot, almost as bloodshot as Yamato's were at the time. The blonde and the brunette stared at each other for a moment, then broke down completely.


"Is she okay, Yamato?" Taichi asked. Yamato looked at Taichi grimly, then wiped some fresh tears from his face.


"It's not good. She's in a coma, and the doctors say she might not come out of it." Yamato whispered, choking back his emotion as best he could. Taichi stared in disbelief as the reality of his sister's injury hit home.


"What happened? If it was your fault, I'm going to kill you right here, right now." Taichi said, his voice showing his despair.


"We stopped at the light. . . the other guy ran the light and I. . .I couldn't stop in. . . .in time! He hit us! And we wrecked into a truck that was parked on the other side of the street. . . she was so limp, like she was dead. . . I couldn't find a pulse. . .and when I did, they pulled me out. I couldn't help her, I couldn't prevent this. . .I could have killed her! How could I be so STUPID!?" Yamato yelled, sobbing onto Taichi loudly. Taichi patted Yamato's shoulder lightly and sat with him on the couch he'd comandeered for himself.


"Mr. Ishida?" a woman asked timidly. Yamato and Taichi stood and faced a petite woman around twenty eight with blonde hair and blue eyes. The woman introduced herself as Kari's doctor and sat with the boys again after Taichi explained who he was.


"I'm afraid Kari's condition isn't good. She is in a coma, and we don't think she's going to come out of it. Where are her parents?" the doctor asked.


"They're out of town. . ." Taichi trailed.


"I see. . .well, we should contact them shortly. Mr. Ishida has given me the number and I will see to it that Mr. and Mrs. Kamiya are called. You can go into her room now, she's recovering." the doctor said as she walked away. Taichi and Yamato hurried to Kari's room and stopped at what they saw. Kari was lying in a hospital bed with tubes and IV's everywhere. Her face was battered and stitched, accented by a white bandage around her forehead. Both of her arms were in casts, and her leg was also. She looked so tiny in the bed, almost like a small child. Taichi ran to the side of the bed and fell beside it, sobbing and holding Kari's limp hand in his. Yamato took Kari's other hand and closed it in his own, holding back tears of pain and sorrow for the love of his life.


**That's chapter 3. So no one died, but Kari's not doing to well. What's going to happen to her? And what about Yama and Tai? What's Taichi's mom and dad going to say when they get that phone call? No, it's no one's fault, but people are going to cry, emotions are going to flare and someone's clinging to life by a thread. . . .**