Ok, so I decided, screw the five reviews, I'd post this and make people want more. Here it is. Chapter two. THIS time I really want five before the next one. I'll count the on I have as one of the five too.


Bold is flash backs

Italic is thoughts

And I do NOT own digimon, or I would have made Matt end up with Mimi.
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All your fault...

Her boots clicked lightly as she walked through the whitewashed halls of the hospital, headed toward the room the lady at the front desk had told her was Matt's.

All your fault...

The words echoed through her mind as she walked the corridors, searching for the appropriate number.

One-o-one...

All...
One-o-two...
Your...
One-o-three..
Fault...
One-o-four.

She had reached the door, and her footsteps ceased, taking the haunting chant with them.
But the cessation of the chanting merely brought the thoughts of the incident to her.

If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't even have been there.
"How was I supposed to know?"
If you hadn't taken a taxi to meet him, that taxi wouldn't have hit him.
"But I...
If you had just stayed out of his life, this never would have happened. But NO, you had to meet with him, talk of old times, hoping to make new ones.
"Shut up."

S
hut up, she told her brain, but she had halted, her hand nearing the knob. What WAS she doing here? Matt had made it plain to her four years ago that he wanted nothing to do with her, but still, last week she had called him up and they had made plans.
Thinking back on it, she wasn't sure which startled her more, her taking the initiative and calling him, or him saying yes to meeting her after all the years that had passed.
The hand that had hovered over the doorknob began to retreat toward her again.

'I can't do this to him...'

Suddenly, the door flew inward and a startled nurse nearly walked into Mimi. The young lady's hat fell to the floor, and Mimi bent to pick it up, her hesitation of entering the room now masked by an apologetic smile.
"Oh, excuse me," She apologized, handing the woman back her paper hospital hat, and promptly grabbing the door handle and propelling herself in.
The solid sound of the door clicking as she closed it behind her made her sigh with relief. At least the nurse hadn't got mad and kicked her out, though Mimi suspected she had better things to do than deal with one fidgety twenty year old girl.

A beeping noise she hadn't noticed before caught her attention, and she looked over to find Matt all attached to about four machines by hoses, wires and trails, and she felt a pang in her heart for him.

What was it that had caused her to call him up in the first place? What was it she thought she would gain by calling him up and dragging up painful memories of their lost love? She shook her head to clear it.
No, she would wait till he got better, and then disappear from his life again, as he wanted.

A light moan issued from his pale lips, and Mimi felt her eyes well up with tears. This had happened to him because of her, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.
Still.. Her eyes roved about the room, taking it's bleak atmosphere.
I assume it's for hygienic purposes, but it's so ...bland.
Visions of flowers and cards danced in her eyes, but she knew that would not be the case. Matt really wasn't too big on the sentimental stuff, and she didn't know if she SHOULD bring him flowers.

I can't believe you, you practically killed him, and you want to bring flowers?

'Well, it's all I can do for him.'

She slowly walked over of the side of his bed, her boots clicking on the white floor.

All...


"Oh, Matt, I wish you could understand. I never wanted anything to happen to you. All I wanted was another chance to be the friend I never was." She whispered lightly as she approached the bed with another step.

Your...

She sighed deeply, her hand now resting delicately on the metal bed rail on his right side. "Matt... I... I'm sorry..." Her hand dropped from the rail to rest on her thigh.
She took one step closer,
Fault...
now resting against the rail and the side of the bed, which pressed into her stomach as she leaned over slightly.

"Yamato, Please forgive me." She leant even further over, and let her lips brush against his cheek, one of her tears spilling over and trailing down her cheek to her chin where it sat for a few seconds before falling and landing on the pillow next to the blonde's head.

And then... His eyes fluttered open, and he looked directly at her, his icy blue eyes meeting her golden amber ones, and a sound that made her eyes dance with wonder and her heart about to burst.

"Mimi?"