Kitty: *Disclaimer* I don't own Digimon... or yeah... that's about it... ~~ Kitty: Man! I haven't updated this story in a long time! Are you mad at me people? Well I 've been busy writing other things... Anything to take my mind off cutting my wrists... But that is a thing in the past! I'm a brand-new woman! Ken: Woman...? Osamu: Shh... She might hear you...! ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Don't Be Afraid Chapter 4: The Answers

"Oh my God..." Daisuke mused, after being given the information on all of his friend's problems by a kindly nurse. "Mr. Motomiya, Mr. Ichijouji requests your visitation," called a doctor that had been in the room with Ken. "Umm... Okay..." Daisuke whispered, and quietly toddled into Ken's room. "Get those damn things away from me!" Ken hollored, as a nurse offered him some jell-o. "Ken!" Daisuke called, as the nurse ungracefully dropped the tray of Jell-o. "Daisuke! What the hell is going on!?" Ken asked wildly, as if the world was ending. "You are in the hospital because of alcohol poisoning...! What else do you think, Einstein?! I mean! How could you keep that from me! Even worse, taking my parents alcohol in the middle of the night! And what the hell have you done to your wrist?!" Daisuke demanded bitterly, grabbing Ken's left arm with an iron grip. Long scarred slashes were gashed across it, right below the main vein thingy. "Don't touch me!" Ken screeched, and pulled him arm defensively back towards himself. "Dude! You made my Mom cry! She's outside in the waiting room crying after what she heard happened." Daisuke spat, looking Ken in the eyes. "Please stop shouting..." Ken whispered. "Ooh! Little baby's got a hangover?! Why doesn't he suck his thumb and then go tell his mommy!" Daisuke exclaimed bitterly. Tears welled up in Ken's violet eyes, and he began hyperventilating (sp?). His breathing labored, he began shaking violently. "Ken...? Ken?! KEN! Someone, help!" Daisuke called, runniong out of the room. Hospital men began filling the room, calming Ken and... stuff. "Is he okay?" Dai asked quietly. "He'll be fine, kid. Just a minor panic attack, that's all," and all the dudes left the room, to leave Ken with Daisuke again. "Ken, I'm sorry I made you all freaky and stuff, but I don't know if I can forgive for this... Y'know?" Daisuke sighed, his friend's eyes focusing in him contently, like a cat and it's prey. "I... I understand..." Ken stuttered quietly. "You do?" Daisuke's face lightened up. Ken nodded solemnly. "Oh, c'mon, don't act like you died..." Daisuke smiled warmly, but Ken made a funny face. "I think I'm gonna be sick..." Ken explained, and Daisuke quickly handed him the dish next to his bed, for if the occasion should come. Daisuke shuddered as he watched Ken puke for the second time that day. "Ugh..." he sighed. "Ughh..." Ken whimpered, and laid his head back on his pillow, after setting the container on the bedside table. "Water?" Daisuke guessed, handing Ken the glass that also had been thoughtfully prepared in the past. "Thanks..." Ken mumbled. After around an hour or two, Ken was sent back home with the Motomiya's. To Be Continued... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kitty: Woo woo~! This story isn't that great... That chapter was short... Ken: Ugh! How come I'm always the one that's blowing my cookies in your stories?! It's gross! Kitty: It's life! Anyhow, You're my favorite character, therefore, the most tortured...! Osamu: Yeah~! Ken: Shove it!~