OK next chapter. Sorry for making you guys wait so long but I've been
really busy with *failing* school. anyway enjoy and review. I'll try and
make it a long chapter but I don't promise miracles :D
I don't own anything but the plot.
Chapter 8
It took us about quarter of an hour to walk the two blocks to my house, as we had to keep stopping. He was finding it harder and harder to walk but when I suggested that I went to phone for an ambulance he went whiter then he already was and begged me just to take him home.
I agreed thinking that at least when I got him there he would be warm and I'd have the opportunity to watch over him and make the call.
We finally got to my house. I wrenched the door open and helped him inside. By now he was putting his whole weight on me and making it ever more difficult to move.
Gasping, I made it to the couch and laid him down. I ran off to the spare room and pulled the covers off the bed, I then found an old shirt of my dads and some trousers and grabbed the medical box from the bathroom on the way back to the living room.
As I ran back him I saw him trying to sit up.
"Don't." I said, gently pushing him back down. "You need to rest."
"I'm fine, really" He protested. "Just need a couple of band aids."
I shook my head and proceeded to open the medicine box taking out some cotton wool and bandages. I then walked to the kitchen and filled a glass with cold water, picked up some frozen peas from our freezer and went back to him.
Sitting down next to him I dipped the cotton wool into the glass of water and reached for the cut on his forehead.
"You look like you know what you're doing." He said and then winced as the cotton wool made contact with his skin.
"Just hold still." I said, gritting my teeth as I cleaned the gash.
There was a long silence between us and finally he broke it.
"You're still mad at me aren't you." He whispered, looking up at me.
"No." I answered shortly and tried to continue cleaning his face but he'd caught my wrist in his hand and forced me to stop.
"Sora, don't be. I didn't mean what I said before. I mean, I meant that I think you're beautiful, but not that you're a waste of one of my lines. Oh damn!" He looked up at me uncertainly and I smiled slightly at him.
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"I always have." He looked down and I started to clean his cuts again.
When I'd finally stopped all the gashes on his face from bleeding I handed him the bag of peas and told him to put it over his eye, it had already started to bruise.
I looked down at his ripped shirt and noticed for the first time all the bruises covering him. "Yamato, how did this happen? These bruises couldn't have all come from last night."
"Well they did."
"What happened to you, who did this?"
"No one okay, just drop it."
He sat up and started to pull his ripped shirt off (nudity and violence what more could you ask for, top hat? :P)
"I take it that shirt's for me." He stated, rather then asked.
"Yes, but Yamato."
"Look, it was just some random guy who took me by surprise okay."
I watched him for a few seconds, why was he still acting like this?
"You know, you don't have to put on your tough guy image for me, I know the real you remember." I said quietly to him, still watching his every move.
"You know jack shit Sora, just LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed and stood up starting to walk towards the door.
"Why are you being like this?" I screamed back. "I'm just trying to help you."
"I don't need your help okay, I don't need anyone, I'm doing fine on my own!"
"Yamato, nobody can do fine on their own. Look at you, you're a mess!"
He walked back towards me forcing my body against the wall. For someone who had hardly been able to stand 5 minutes ago, he sure you how to terrify you.
"Leave me alone." He spat. "I don't need you interfering."
"I'm not trying to interfere, I'm trying to help you."
"You've got a funny way of showing it."
I stopped and stared straight up at him, mouthing soundlessly. I had a funny way of showing that I wanted to help him after all he'd put me through this past year.
"Shut up, just shut up!" I screamed at him. "You," I said, trembling with anger, pushing him backwards. "You, have no right to say that to me. Do you have any idea what I've been through this past year? I poured my heart and soul out to you and you threw it back in my face all for some stupid gang that are only your friends because you know how to fight. And because you're too thick headed to stand up to them and to realize that they're almost as bigger jerks as you are. You have right at all to lecture me and scream at me like that when you've treated me like crap for the entire school year, after you ignored my calls and through the letters I wrote you back in my face."
I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it wouldn't work. I'd had enough of him and his overly large head and I was going to make him understand that I'd had enough of it.
"Don't you dare accuse me of being anything but a friend to you. Most people would have left you there if you'd done to them what you've done to me. I am trying to help you. I am trying to make you see that you don't have to be alone."
I stopped and stared up at him.
"I'm trying to make you see that you never have been alone." I shook my head (copyright :D) and looked down.
"Sora, I."
"Look, just go okay, I assume you'll be able to make it home."
"I hurt you that badly?"
"What do you think?" I asked irritated that he could even ask that. There was another long silence between us as I waited for him to yell at me some more and then leave. But the yelling never came. Instead I felt a hand cup my chin and bring my face up to look at him. He was staring straight at me, not blinking, but obviously straining with the effort to stay upright.
"I never meant for this to happen Sora, you have to believe me. As daft as it sounds, I was actually trying to protect you from something far worse than me."
I looked at him confused, protect me from what? Apart from a few hundred digimon that wanted me dead, I couldn't think of anyone who hated me. And he would have told us if digimon were back in this world.
"I really am sorry I hurt you." He breathed his eyes flickering closed and abruptly open again.
"Matt?" I asked uncertainly.
He smiled at me, "You called me Matt."
And with that he collapsed on the floor.
*Evil laughter* And 'til next time! Hope you enjoyed, please review. Luv White lily
I don't own anything but the plot.
Chapter 8
It took us about quarter of an hour to walk the two blocks to my house, as we had to keep stopping. He was finding it harder and harder to walk but when I suggested that I went to phone for an ambulance he went whiter then he already was and begged me just to take him home.
I agreed thinking that at least when I got him there he would be warm and I'd have the opportunity to watch over him and make the call.
We finally got to my house. I wrenched the door open and helped him inside. By now he was putting his whole weight on me and making it ever more difficult to move.
Gasping, I made it to the couch and laid him down. I ran off to the spare room and pulled the covers off the bed, I then found an old shirt of my dads and some trousers and grabbed the medical box from the bathroom on the way back to the living room.
As I ran back him I saw him trying to sit up.
"Don't." I said, gently pushing him back down. "You need to rest."
"I'm fine, really" He protested. "Just need a couple of band aids."
I shook my head and proceeded to open the medicine box taking out some cotton wool and bandages. I then walked to the kitchen and filled a glass with cold water, picked up some frozen peas from our freezer and went back to him.
Sitting down next to him I dipped the cotton wool into the glass of water and reached for the cut on his forehead.
"You look like you know what you're doing." He said and then winced as the cotton wool made contact with his skin.
"Just hold still." I said, gritting my teeth as I cleaned the gash.
There was a long silence between us and finally he broke it.
"You're still mad at me aren't you." He whispered, looking up at me.
"No." I answered shortly and tried to continue cleaning his face but he'd caught my wrist in his hand and forced me to stop.
"Sora, don't be. I didn't mean what I said before. I mean, I meant that I think you're beautiful, but not that you're a waste of one of my lines. Oh damn!" He looked up at me uncertainly and I smiled slightly at him.
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"I always have." He looked down and I started to clean his cuts again.
When I'd finally stopped all the gashes on his face from bleeding I handed him the bag of peas and told him to put it over his eye, it had already started to bruise.
I looked down at his ripped shirt and noticed for the first time all the bruises covering him. "Yamato, how did this happen? These bruises couldn't have all come from last night."
"Well they did."
"What happened to you, who did this?"
"No one okay, just drop it."
He sat up and started to pull his ripped shirt off (nudity and violence what more could you ask for, top hat? :P)
"I take it that shirt's for me." He stated, rather then asked.
"Yes, but Yamato."
"Look, it was just some random guy who took me by surprise okay."
I watched him for a few seconds, why was he still acting like this?
"You know, you don't have to put on your tough guy image for me, I know the real you remember." I said quietly to him, still watching his every move.
"You know jack shit Sora, just LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed and stood up starting to walk towards the door.
"Why are you being like this?" I screamed back. "I'm just trying to help you."
"I don't need your help okay, I don't need anyone, I'm doing fine on my own!"
"Yamato, nobody can do fine on their own. Look at you, you're a mess!"
He walked back towards me forcing my body against the wall. For someone who had hardly been able to stand 5 minutes ago, he sure you how to terrify you.
"Leave me alone." He spat. "I don't need you interfering."
"I'm not trying to interfere, I'm trying to help you."
"You've got a funny way of showing it."
I stopped and stared straight up at him, mouthing soundlessly. I had a funny way of showing that I wanted to help him after all he'd put me through this past year.
"Shut up, just shut up!" I screamed at him. "You," I said, trembling with anger, pushing him backwards. "You, have no right to say that to me. Do you have any idea what I've been through this past year? I poured my heart and soul out to you and you threw it back in my face all for some stupid gang that are only your friends because you know how to fight. And because you're too thick headed to stand up to them and to realize that they're almost as bigger jerks as you are. You have right at all to lecture me and scream at me like that when you've treated me like crap for the entire school year, after you ignored my calls and through the letters I wrote you back in my face."
I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it wouldn't work. I'd had enough of him and his overly large head and I was going to make him understand that I'd had enough of it.
"Don't you dare accuse me of being anything but a friend to you. Most people would have left you there if you'd done to them what you've done to me. I am trying to help you. I am trying to make you see that you don't have to be alone."
I stopped and stared up at him.
"I'm trying to make you see that you never have been alone." I shook my head (copyright :D) and looked down.
"Sora, I."
"Look, just go okay, I assume you'll be able to make it home."
"I hurt you that badly?"
"What do you think?" I asked irritated that he could even ask that. There was another long silence between us as I waited for him to yell at me some more and then leave. But the yelling never came. Instead I felt a hand cup my chin and bring my face up to look at him. He was staring straight at me, not blinking, but obviously straining with the effort to stay upright.
"I never meant for this to happen Sora, you have to believe me. As daft as it sounds, I was actually trying to protect you from something far worse than me."
I looked at him confused, protect me from what? Apart from a few hundred digimon that wanted me dead, I couldn't think of anyone who hated me. And he would have told us if digimon were back in this world.
"I really am sorry I hurt you." He breathed his eyes flickering closed and abruptly open again.
"Matt?" I asked uncertainly.
He smiled at me, "You called me Matt."
And with that he collapsed on the floor.
*Evil laughter* And 'til next time! Hope you enjoyed, please review. Luv White lily