Chapter 10
Yamato sat back in his bed, trying to ignore the bustling nurses and doctors. It was getting mildly difficult to continue to ignore their prodding fingers, as they drew blood and removed diodes and iv's.
"Yama!"
Before he knew it, he was being pelted with kisses and covered in 'sunset pink' lipstick. It couldn't irk him much, however hard he wanted it too. He let out a small smile at all the attention he was getting. After all this was the most he'd seen of his mother in years.
"I'm ok, mother! Ok, ok!"
"Careful, Natsuko, we don't want the boy to be smothered to death just as soon as he gets well."
Yamato didn't miss the glare his mother shot at his father, who was leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. Mr. Ishida pushed himself up and made his way to the bed. He gave ran his hand across Yamato's bed-head hair.
"Think you napped long enough, sport?" his father asked jokingly with a gleam in his eye. Yamato could almost feel the relief pouring off him. While he knew his father loved him, it felt good to actually be shown it.
"How long was I out?"
"A day. Your friends and Takeru have been waiting for you for quite sometime."
'Damn it," Yamato thought to himself, 'Thanks to me, the gang has missed an entire day of searching.'
One of the doctors stepped forward from the general crowd. "We'll we can't tell what happened or what cured it. Whatever it was seems to have gone into total remission. However, we'd like to keep him over-night for observations."
His mother looked at his father.
"No thanks," they both said in unison.
"We'd rather take him home with us."
"Will he be returning to your care, Mr. Ishida?" the doctor asked.
Masaharu looked into Natsuko pleading eyes. He knew he needed to take the steps towards recovery. Though he was still upset over him being there, he knew it had come to the point where he could no longer hold Yamato against her, though he would always love them both.
"Well, Yamato, I have a business trip soon, and I don't think it would be good for you to stay home alone. How about if you stayed with your mother for a while?"
Yamato couldn't believe his ears. Had his father said he could stay with his mother?
"That would be great Dad!"
Masaharu looked up to face Natsuko. Her eyes were tearing, and she mouthed him a 'Thank You'.
"Well, if you'll just sign these release forms, ma'am, we'll have you and your son out of here in no time."
Natsuko went with the doctor, leaving Mr. Ishida and Yamato alone, the other doctors having left when they heard the news that he was leaving.
"Dad, do you really have a business meeting?"
"Of course I do! You remember, I, uh, have to go to Nippon, to, umm, check on the progress of, uh, the S7-3200."
Yamato sat up and gave his father a hug. "Thank you"
Masaharu finally felt it. The feeling of release one can only get when they have found a certain peace within themselves. He felt…complete. He hugged Yamato back gently, as his silent tear fell onto his shirt collar. He decided then that he would take this time away from Yamato to make himself a better person. He would find a way to get rid of his remaining demons named Gin and Bourbon.
"I love you son."
"I love you too dad."
*****
Taichi sat anxiously on the blue chair. He drummed nervously on his arms, while trying to figure out the best way to disembowel Myotismon.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Koushiro's antidote worked perfectly," Mimi told him as she gave his arm a squeeze. However, she could hide the worry in her own eyes.
"Hey guys. What are you waiting around here for?"
Taichi, Mimi, Jyou, Koushiro, Sora, and Takeru all looked up to see a familiar figure who looked very Yamato-shaped. Both Sora and Mimi leaped out of their seats to distribute hugs.
"I surprised that you all managed to keep Taichi in one place for more than ten minutes," he said with his eyes twinkling.
Taichi looked his straight in the eye. "We were worried about you, Yama-kun." He gave Yamato a brief brotherly hug to reiterated how much he cared about Yamato no matter how much he griped.
"Don't ever do that again, Yamato!" Takeru squeaked out.
"You don't have to worry about that squirt."
Yamato exchanged his pleasurable smile for a look of seriousness. "Myostimon took Gabumon. He said if we don't give him the eighth child, he would kill him." He clinched he fists.
"Don't worry, Yamato, we'll get him back and keep the eighth child safe. I promise." The rest of the group nodded their heads.
Yamato appreciated Taichi's and the other's commitment, but doubted the reality of them being able to keep such a promise.
"Did you guys find out anything useful today, before you can down here?"
"I managed to create a device that reduces the digital vibrations that were disturbing our digimons' abilities to find the eighth chosen," Koushiro said sagely.
"Really? Well, let me have it!"
"I'm afraid we're going to have to wait for tomorrow to get you and Takeru, if you think you're strong enough. There are too many people around to do it now anyway and I don't want to jeopardize your health further."
"Hmmm, ok. Tomorrow then," Yamato said with a furtive pout. " Oh, by the way, I 'm going to be staying with my mom for a while."
"Yeaaaaaay!" Takeru let out the excitement that Yamato knew he would exude.
"Ok, tomorrow, when you come over to my house, Takeru, we'll zap you. The rest of us can meet at the park at one o'clock."
"I'm going to be spending the night with Jyou, and we'll see if we can come up with a plan against Myotismon," Koushiro informed them.
"Great! Umm, now does anyone what to tell me what exactly happen to me last night?"
"The nearest we can tell is that Myotismon infected you with a virus after he kidnapped Gabumon. We had to use Patamon's digital code to get rid of it."
"Hmmm…"
"Ok, boys," Ms. Takaishi smiled at them, "You can talk tomorrow let's go home."
Home, he liked the sound of that.