~-Daisuke-~

~-Kinari Ichijouji-~

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. yada ya. I am making no money whatsoever from this story. yackity-shmackity. Don't sue because I warned you.

Chapter Two: Intervention

Daisuke squeezed his eyes closed and then opened them.

His immediate reaction was panic. Where was he? How did he get here? Who was here with him?

His sense of alertness died down slightly as the blip. blip. blip of a heart monitor sounded right beside his ear. "It's all okay Daisuke. You're in a hospital." He told himself. He turned his head one way and noticed an IV. "What the?!" He yelled. He looked down at his wrist quickly and instinctively tore the IV out of his wrist, taking with it a small patch of skin. He yelped in pain.

Hikari appeared at his side, out of breath. "You're awake. Thank God. You're okay. I heard you yelling in the waiting room around the corner and knew something was wrong."

"Yeah something is wrong. What the hell am I doing here? I should be at your house. At your party." Daisuke was growing angry very fast.

"Daisuke. You fainted for the second time when Takeru touched you. We were worried about you. Everybody is in the waiting room. The party's been over for hours now." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Daisuke. Your heart was pounding." The tears kept coming. "We didn't know what was wrong with you." She rested her head on his chest and both of them closed their eyes.

Footsteps sounded beside them.

"Neither did we. Mr. Motamiya. You have had very many people worried about you. You should be happy that you have people that care so deeply about you."

Hikari's eyes remained closed, however hearing that voice, Daisuke's eyes shot straight open. "But. Who are you?"

Hikari lifted her head. "Who are you talking to Daisuke? I'm Hikari. You know that." She put a hand cautiously on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm just dandy for someone lying in a hospital bed! I know who you are dammit. There was a man right there just now!" Daisuke began yelling.

Hikari placed a finger over his lips, sealing them with her finger. "Keep it down."

A nurse walked past the room.

"Excuse me Miss. Did anybody just leave this room?" Hikari stood from the bedside and approached the nurse.

The nurse walked into the room. "No, why?"

"Daisuke Motamiya insists that he was just talking with someone." Hikari played with the belt on her sweater jacket.

The nurse pushed past her, knocking her into a chair. She stood next to the IV, inspecting the top of the cord, examining the connection. "Sometimes the Viscose in the fluid makes people hallucinate, but never before has patient come up with a person. Usually just seeing things, nurses looking like clowns, doctors looking like police-men." She ran her fingers down the cord, right down to the hookup which should have been in Daisuke's wrist. "No wonder he's been halucinating like this. He hasn't got any of the IV in him right now." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a fresh connector and a needle. "This'll only hurt for a second."

Almost an hour later, Daisuke had fallen asleep and Hikari was long gone. He rolled over in his sleep, fresh IV inserted and three stitches the only sign of his shock when he had awoken the first time.

The door swung open, forcing light onto Daisuke's face, forcing his eyes open.

"This is a private room. Whoever is there can just buzz off until morning." Daisuke mumbled and rolled over.

"Daisuke. I'm not going to hurt you. It's only me. Takeru. T.K.?"

"Takeru. What the hell are you doing here? You have hardly seen any of us in years. besides earlier today."

"I'm putting my ass on the line to save yours Daisuke. I took something today. Something special. Sayonara is going to find out soon that I told you." Takeru rolled his sleeve up very high to show a device, implanted into his upper right arm. "It's got a microphone and a camera and everything. HE's probably watching us right now. He can't get you as long as you stay hidden. Don't go outside. He doesn't know where you live. With how much he watches me, he'll probably be waiting at my house when I get home, If he isn't ther, then he'll catch me anyway. Daisuke, give this back to Hikari, when they all left to get you here, I grabbed it." He handed Daisuke back the gift, meant for Hikari.

Daisuke did his best to stand up, as he was still somewhat weak, he was very shaky and reached out to Takeru.

"Daisuke. If you want to see me alive next time you see me, then I suggest you let me go."