1 Death Alone Cannot Part Us
Part two: Despair
PG
Matt's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's respective characters. It belongs to those people at fox kids and… that other place who's name escapes me… for the moment.
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No. It couldn't be. Not Tk… No! But there was his body, pale and cold, still of all life, motionless, forever…
I felt the tears well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. There had to be – must be – some mistake.
But no – this hospital, this hospital was amongst the finest in the world. And then.. and then there was Tk. He hadn't moved in weeks, and now he hadn't drawn a breath for more than an hour. Yet I still refused to accept the truth. I always had been stubborn, but this time was different. I knew I was wrong, Tk was.. no.. not that word.. I was wrong, I knew the truth, I just wouldn't… couldn't .. Accept it.
I looked down at my little brother. So still, so… calm, carefree. Dea – no! If I accept it.. say, even think that word… The tears kept coming, and I was finding it hard to breathe. But, this time, I did nothing to stem the tears, to suppress the sobs. It was all my fault. I was his big brother. I was meant to protect him. I was older, stronger. It should have been me, not him. Tk… Tk didn't deserve this. He'd never done anything wrong. He wasn't even 14. And would never be. "Matt.." Tai said, trying to comfort me, but his voice, too, was strangled, choked with tears. I turned away from the others, and stared out the window, looking to the sky. Tk had loved the sky. The tears started again. I looked away from the window, away from the sky. Then I remembered. "Who – who's going to tell Patamon?" I choked, barely able to speak for my sadness. But, once again, I didn't care about my image. Everyone looked at Tk. Then the door opened. I recognized the silhouette of my father. I looked away. I knew how he would look. Pale, wide – eyed and shaking. I knew, because that was how I looked. Then Tk's mum came in. She looked so scared. A doctor came in with them, and I felt like I should know him. I probably did. I didn't care. "Why – why isn't the heart monitor on, doctor?" My father asked, though he had probably already realized the horrible truth. "Oh, no… god, please no.." He whispered, his strong voice breaking, trembling. Tk's mum was strangely silent. And, I noticed, terribly pale. Then, she fainted. My father caught her, and I walked over and helped him move her to a chair. It was then that I noticed her finger. On it was a ring. Golden, with diamonds intricately interwoven into the band. An engagement ring! Tk would have been so happy. We would have been a family again. I started to cry again. My father put a reassuring arm over my shoulders, which were shaking. I shrugged off the arm. I didn't deserve comfort. It was all my fault. All my fault. I looked at the floor. "Matt.." It was my father. "No-one blames you." Wrong. He was wrong. Someone blamed me. I did. "Tk wouldn't want you to blame yourself." Tai said. "How would you know?!" I yelled, directing all the anger I had for myself at Tai. "You have a perfect family. You live with your mum and dad and Kari. You don't even know what pain is!" Tai looked shocked. Then hurt. And sad. "I'm sorry, Matt. There was nothing I could do. And you're right. Nothing really bad has ever happened to me." Suddenly I felt guilty. Tai had only been trying to help, and I'd exploded at him. "I'm sorry, Tai. It's not your fault. It's just.." I gestured helplessly towards Tk's bed. "What do I do? What do I do without Tk?"
*
As Tk's spirit floated above the room he felt guilt. This person.. Matt? Memories were so hard to grasp now… He'd caused him, and others, so much pain. His spirit wavered over the hospital. Then a wind came, and he was gone.
The end..?
Part two: Despair
PG
Matt's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's respective characters. It belongs to those people at fox kids and… that other place who's name escapes me… for the moment.
***
No. It couldn't be. Not Tk… No! But there was his body, pale and cold, still of all life, motionless, forever…
I felt the tears well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. There had to be – must be – some mistake.
But no – this hospital, this hospital was amongst the finest in the world. And then.. and then there was Tk. He hadn't moved in weeks, and now he hadn't drawn a breath for more than an hour. Yet I still refused to accept the truth. I always had been stubborn, but this time was different. I knew I was wrong, Tk was.. no.. not that word.. I was wrong, I knew the truth, I just wouldn't… couldn't .. Accept it.
I looked down at my little brother. So still, so… calm, carefree. Dea – no! If I accept it.. say, even think that word… The tears kept coming, and I was finding it hard to breathe. But, this time, I did nothing to stem the tears, to suppress the sobs. It was all my fault. I was his big brother. I was meant to protect him. I was older, stronger. It should have been me, not him. Tk… Tk didn't deserve this. He'd never done anything wrong. He wasn't even 14. And would never be. "Matt.." Tai said, trying to comfort me, but his voice, too, was strangled, choked with tears. I turned away from the others, and stared out the window, looking to the sky. Tk had loved the sky. The tears started again. I looked away from the window, away from the sky. Then I remembered. "Who – who's going to tell Patamon?" I choked, barely able to speak for my sadness. But, once again, I didn't care about my image. Everyone looked at Tk. Then the door opened. I recognized the silhouette of my father. I looked away. I knew how he would look. Pale, wide – eyed and shaking. I knew, because that was how I looked. Then Tk's mum came in. She looked so scared. A doctor came in with them, and I felt like I should know him. I probably did. I didn't care. "Why – why isn't the heart monitor on, doctor?" My father asked, though he had probably already realized the horrible truth. "Oh, no… god, please no.." He whispered, his strong voice breaking, trembling. Tk's mum was strangely silent. And, I noticed, terribly pale. Then, she fainted. My father caught her, and I walked over and helped him move her to a chair. It was then that I noticed her finger. On it was a ring. Golden, with diamonds intricately interwoven into the band. An engagement ring! Tk would have been so happy. We would have been a family again. I started to cry again. My father put a reassuring arm over my shoulders, which were shaking. I shrugged off the arm. I didn't deserve comfort. It was all my fault. All my fault. I looked at the floor. "Matt.." It was my father. "No-one blames you." Wrong. He was wrong. Someone blamed me. I did. "Tk wouldn't want you to blame yourself." Tai said. "How would you know?!" I yelled, directing all the anger I had for myself at Tai. "You have a perfect family. You live with your mum and dad and Kari. You don't even know what pain is!" Tai looked shocked. Then hurt. And sad. "I'm sorry, Matt. There was nothing I could do. And you're right. Nothing really bad has ever happened to me." Suddenly I felt guilty. Tai had only been trying to help, and I'd exploded at him. "I'm sorry, Tai. It's not your fault. It's just.." I gestured helplessly towards Tk's bed. "What do I do? What do I do without Tk?"
*
As Tk's spirit floated above the room he felt guilt. This person.. Matt? Memories were so hard to grasp now… He'd caused him, and others, so much pain. His spirit wavered over the hospital. Then a wind came, and he was gone.
The end..?