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don't belong to me. This story was written for pure fun and no money is
made with it.
Genre: Drama/Angst (What did you expect?)
Rating: PG-13
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Feedback: Always appreciated and constructive criticism is very welcome.
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Murphy's Law
by Kaeera
Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
Part Two
Swirling lights surround me when the digiport pulls me in. I'm half expecting to be pulled out into the computer room, but instead, something else happens. I feel a weird sensation – like someone is pulling my mind – and suddenly; I'm drawn towards the darkness.
I scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. For a long time, I fall, unable to see anything. Then, just like that, I find myself lying flat on my back. My eyes are closed, and I don't know where I am. Everything is fuzzy, as one after the other, my senses start working again. I hear shouting; soft at first, as if it comes through a thick layer of cotton, but then clearer and more understandable. People are working around me, touching me, lifting my arms. Something is in my throat, but I can't identify it.
"He's stable." Someone announces, and I wonder what he means by that. "Man, he gave me quite a scare." Another voice adds.
Scare? Who? Me? Are they talking about me? What do they mean by that?
Someone lifts my arm, and I can feel something sharp prick it. It takes me ages to realize that it hurts, and I can't help but worry about this. Why can't I open my eyes? And…why the heck am I here???
Okay, Davis, stay calm. Try to remember what happened before you woke up, maybe that will solve this puzzle. Let's see…I was in the digital world, I jumped through the gate and then…there was darkness. That still doesn't explain why I am here, though. Where did these people come from?
I listen more closely to their conversation, hoping to figure out more about my current situation.
"His breathing pattern is normal now."
"All right. What about his blood-pressure?"
"Seems okay. He has lost quite a lot of blood, but we were able to replace it."
"His right leg is probably broken, but it doesn't seem to be a complicated fracture. We can't be sure without an x-ray though."
"Estimated time of arrival to the hospital?"
"Five minutes."
"Good. The first thing I want to do is to check for internal injuries…"
"My God, the boy's soaked to the bone. What happened to him?"
"He probably got caught in the rain. I hope he doesn't catch a cold, that will only worsen his condition."
That's when I stop listening, too caught up in what I've just heard. Hospital? Injuries? X-Rays? I have a strong suspicion that they are talking about me, that I'm the one hurt, yet I don't feel any pain. How can that be? Frustrated, I try to move again, only to realize that I can't. Did they drug me? That would explain why I don't feel pain. But why am I awake then?
My head swims with too many unanswered questions, and I resist the urge to groan. I don't even know why I am injured. Did I have an accident? If I were awake, I would frown, alas, since I am unable to move, I can only do it mentally. Yeah, right, Davis, frown mentally. Man, you're really crazy, you know that?
..And you're talking to yourself. This sucks.
Okay, okay. Deep breath. Calm down. What happened before the Digital World? Ah yes. My crappy day. My totally useless, frustrating, miserable day. It ended with me storming out of school and heading home. And then it had started to rain. And then…I ran directly into a car.
Damn.
Now I remember. The frozen moment as I stood in front of that car, unable to move, watching the lights come closer, closer, closer, until they hit my body and I flew through the air. It happened so fast that I felt very little pain before I fell into the blissful realm of darkness.
Car accident. That explains the injuries and the fact that I seem to be laid out on a gurney. With a broken leg. Argh. No more soccer. Though, since my ankle was already sprained, it shouldn't matter that much. Haha, I guess this is called 'gallows humour'.
That doesn't explain however, how I came to the Digiworld. I mean, that would be a first – every time having an accident in the real world caused you to be sucked into the Digital world. I guess it could have been a dream. A weird dream, true, but a dream nonetheless.
And now I am here, in this ambulance. I wonder if my condition is critical, or if I just have a slight concussion or something like that. Plus a broken leg.
Hmm. I hope it is not something bad. Alas, given my bad luck on this day, I'm probably on the verge of dying. That would be the perfect way to end this day.
That thought frightens me, so I shove it into the farthest corner of my mind. I don't want to die yet. Even if I had a crappy day, I don't want to die. I mean, after such a horrible day, it could only get better, right? So, please, if anybody can hear me, Daisuke Motomiya doesn't want to die! Okay? I've still got so many things to do, so please don't take my life away!
All right, maybe that will work. I can't suppress my curiosity, though. I want to know if I am seriously injured or not. Maybe they're saying some more about my condition? I try a bit of eavesdropping, but the people around me are talking to soft that I can't understand anything. They're mumbling, and I let out a frustrated sigh. Only mentally, of course.
Can't they speak a little louder and clearer? I want to know how I am doing, after all, I'm the injured party here. But they don't hear me – not that I actually said anything, of course. Uhh, this is becoming very dreary, in case you didn't notice. Kind of dull to lie around doing nothing…
Wait, now they are talking a bit louder! I concentrate, as I hear their voices more clearly.
"We're near the hospital now."
"That's good. His blood pressure is still a bit low, but his heart-beat is increasing."
"Maybe we should give him a little bit more anaesthetic, he seems to be in pain."
I am not in pain, in fact I don't feel anything, but if you insist…
"Has anyone contacted his family yet?"
"I called the hospital, they'll take care of it."
Oh man, my parents will be so pleased, really. Well, at least nobody will care about my horrible grade on the test when they learn I've been in an accident. There's a good side to everything, I suppose.
"All right, give him another dose…"
Hey, wait, what are you doing? Somebody lifts my arm, and…ow! Could you please stop that? It hurt! I mean, am I your pincushion or what? Do you think you can poke needles in me whenever you feel like it?
Ah crap, I'm beginning to feel dizzy. They probably gave me some more drugs, to help me relax. I don't want to fall asleep, I want to know what's going on! No...stay awake, Daisuke, stay awake, focus…
I try to think of math formulas, my English vocabulary terms, anything to help me stay awake, but, it doesn't work. Unable to resist the pull of the drugs, I'm plunged into darkness once again.
"Shit! We are losing him!"
"What? Why?"
"I don't know, I think he's too weak. He was half frozen, after all, who knows what he's been doing all day!"
"Don't talk, start CPR, come on…"
"One…Two…Three…"
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What follows next is an endless set of confusing dreams, mixed with voices of the real world and strange images of people looking at me. I don't know what to make of it.
I'm suddenly lying on a strange bed in a white, sterile room and the next moment, I'm in the Digital World again, dodging monsters and Digimon as I run for my dear life. I wander through rainforests and over mountains, always followed by voices. They are calling out for me, but I can't understand what they are saying. Some are laughing, and some are crying.
Then I find myself back in school, a sheet of paper in front of me full of math formulas and exercises I am unable to solve. My teacher walks over to me, shakes his head and scrawls a big fat 'F' on my paper. Takeru just looks at me, shakes his head and shows me his paper with a nice, big 'A'. He grins nastily, which is really very unlike Takeru (I don't think he even knows what the word 'nasty' means) and says, "I guess I really have to find a brighter friend. You're far too stupid."
I open my mouth to reply, but the scene changes again and I am standing in the park. Blinking, I turn around, confused by the sudden change of scenery. But before I'm able to regain my balance, a shadowy figure runs past me, cackling horribly.
"Hey!" I shout, frustrated by all these confusing events.
The figure stops and turns to glare at me. I can't make out more than its silhouette, but when it steps into the light, I recognize…Ken, of all people.
"What are you doing here?" I ask incredulously.
"Important genius business," he sneers, his eyes devoid of emotion, "Nothing that concerns you!" Then he turns around again and continues to run towards wherever he's heading. I shake my head, alone again.
Then suddenly, a voice booms in my head, "Really, how could you be so stupid to walk in front of a car?"
I swirl around, but there's no one there – I'm all alone. My legs shake and I fall to my knees. That was Jun's voice, I'm absolutely certain about that. Only my sister manages this certain scolding tone! But where is she? Despite her harsh words, I could hear the tears in her voice. What's happening?
With a flash, I'm somewhere else again, this time walking through a dark passage. The two rowdies from my school are waiting for me, and I freeze in my tracks.
"Nerd-boy has finally come to get revenge!" Rowdy Number One chuckles, and slaps his fist into his palm.
"Ahh, I love to have fun so early in the morning." Rowdy Number Two agrees. "The best thing about it is that Nerd-boy hasn't got any friends to help him!"
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"Davis! Davis? Can you hear me?"
"I don't think so. Look, his eyes are still closed and he shows no reaction."
"Why is he like that?"
"They say that his body was pretty weak because of the cold and the pneumonia, and when they gave him some pain medication, he had a bad reaction to them…"
"But…"
"Don't worry, they say that this is a natural reaction. His body is healing."
"I don't trust them."
"You've never trusted any doctors, Jun."
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I'm swimming in a pool of endless black water. I can't see the ground and there is no coast nearby, nothing. It's as if I've been dropped in the middle of the ocean. I don't know where to go, so I scream for help.
"Hello?" My voice sounds rough. "Is someone there?"
Slowly, my arms and legs begin to grow more and more tired tired. I'm afraid; I don't want to drown in the middle of nowhere, yet it seems that I've no other choice.
Tears roll down my face to mingle with the salty sea. Then, suddenly, my hands feel something solid and instinctively I grab old of it. When I open my eyes, I see a small rock jutting out of the water. For a short moment I wonder where it has come from, and then I climb on top of it. I'm finally saved!
There's a flash, and the scenery changes again. I'm in a dark warehouse and I can hear many whispers around me, but I can't see anyone. It's dark and frightening.
"Help?" I cry, but I immediately fall silent when the whispers grow louder.
"We don't want you anymore," they say, close to my ear.
"We will find another friend easily. We don't need you. You are not intelligent. You are not sensible. You are just Davis."
"S-stop it!" I shout and try to cover my ears. "Leave me in peace!"
"We will, Daisuke," they chuckle evilly, humming in my ear, "because we don't need you."
My eyes widen as I suddenly feel as if every amount of warmth has been drained from my body. I nearly hyperventilate before I turn around and run, a panicked scream on my lips.
I don't want to endure this torment any longer, I want out of this bizarre dream, this horrible scenario. "Help me!" I scream, but my empty voice echoes unheard through the street. "Wake me up!"
But no one is there to shake me out of this nightmare, so I continue running until I am too tired to go on any more. Finally, my legs collapse beneath me and I fall to the ground, too exhausted to go on.
I don't feel anything anymore, only the shivers that grip my body, and I'm tired, so very tired…
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Finally, I'm able to open my eyes without feeling dizzy. The weird dreams seem to have disappeared and I find myself in a room which appears vaguely familiar. After a bit of thinking, I finally realize this is the room I've seen in my dreams.
My eyes dart around the sterile hospital room as I try to take everything in. The walls are painted dirty white and there's a picture of a vase with flowers (looks kinda ugly in my opinion) hanging on the wall. Beside my bed, there's an empty chair with a rumpled blanket laying over the back – it seems to have been used recently. On the other side, there's a cupboard and a small table.
Other than that, I'm the only one in the room.
I blink several times and try to look down at my body. Since I'm lying flat on my back, it's very hard to do, so I try to sit up. Immediately the machine besides me starts beeping. I flinch and try to make it stop, but it I don't know how. Figures. I've never been a genius when it comes to machines and technology.
"Ahh, I see you're awake." I jump slightly, since I was too preoccupied with the strange machine to notice someone entering.
"Uhm…yes." I stutter weakly.
The woman – I figure she's a doctor since she's wearing a white coat – smiles at me and presses a button on the machine beside my bed. "Don't worry, this is just an alarm to alert the nurses that your status has changed."
I nod understandingly, although I don't understand at all.
Her smile broadens and she offers me her hand. "I'm Kitoaji Mayuko, your doctor. Pleased to meet you!"
"Uhm, Daisuke Motomiya." I take her hand. "Dr. Kitoaji , can you tell me what happened?"
"To be quite frank, you were hit by a car." She sits down beside my bed. "And you were brought to this hospital in an ambulance a few days ago."
I sigh and lower my head, defeated. I was right, after all. The perfect ending to the perfect day – hit by a car and brought to hospital. Well, I should be grateful that I'm still alive – I mean, it could have been worse, right? I don't even feel that bad, considering the fact that I've been in a car accident.
Which reminds me…"Am I hurt?" I ask, realizing immediately what a stupid question it is. Duh, I am in a hospital, of course I am hurt!
Dr. Kitoaji doesn't seem to mind, though. "Yes, unfortunately you are," she says in a gentle voice. "Your leg is broken. We had to operate to reset the bone, but it will be fine now. Then there's the concussion, and the bruises on your upper body. And of course, you ended up with a light pneumonia from your exposure to the cold rain. You really should have bundled more!"
"Oh," I look down at my leg and I see it's in a cast reaching up to my knee. I know I should feel relieved my injuries aren't more serious, but somehow, I can't help feel even more depressed. I really hope that the next few days will be better than this one, otherwise I might not be alive by the end of the week.
"Don't worry if you're feeling still a little bit out of it," the doctor explains, "That's still a side-effect of the drugs. It will pass as soon as you get more rest."
Ah, that explains why I don't feel any pain. I blink, my mind working slowly due to the drug-induced haze. "What time is it?" I suddenly remember my parents and wonder where they are.
"About seven o'clock in the evening."
I frown – I started for home shortly after lunch break. "I have been out of it since noon?"
The doctor lets out a short laugh. "My dear Daisuke, you've been out of it for three days!"
I blink, stunned by the news. "What?!?"
"Yes, my dear." She looks down at her little notepad. "When they brought you in, you were in pretty sorry state. Although your physical injuries weren't life-threatening, your lungs nearly collapsed due to your weakened state caused by the pneumonia and the cold. That, and the adverse reaction you had to the drugs. They had to restart your heart. For a while, it didn't look like you would make it, but you did."
"And then what happened?" Somehow, the idea that I almost died doesn't hit me as hard as it should.
"Well, you've been unconscious these past three days until your fever went down enough for you to wake up."
"Oh man," I groan miserably. "What about my parents?"
She smiles at me. "They have been here nearly the whole time. They were very worried and have rarely left your side."
A quick glance around the room tells me that they aren't here right now. "Really?" I ask suspiciously, since I have a hard time believing my parents would spend three days in a hospital just for me. I didn't think they would even care. They never did before.
"Of course. In fact they would be here right now if I hadn't sent them away to eat something."
"Oh." I guess I will need some time to get used to that idea. Weird. They were really worried. Wow. That's kind of a surprise, really. I don't know what to think about it.
Dr. Kitoaji smiles knowingly, as if she's able to read my thoughts. "By the way, quite a few of your friends who wanted to visit you, but since you weren't awake yet, they weren't allowed to. Thought that might interest you - you seem like a pretty popular guy."
Me, popular? That's a first. I wonder who visited me. Ken, probably. And maybe Hikari and Takeru. But, well, didn't I piss them off just this afternoon? Oh no, make that the afternoon three days ago. That's too weird. I lose three days and I don't even remember.
Nah, guess they were too angry to visit me, after all, I insulted them pretty badly. But they insulted me, too, so…Argh, I can't stop thinking about it. Annoying. So, who else? My sister, perhaps. Okay, it's pretty certain that my sister visited me – although she can be a pain in the ass, she wouldn't be that cold hearted. Right? And the doctor just said that my parents were here, so they probably dragged Jun along with them, too.
Iori? Yes, maybe. He seems like the type of guy who would do that. And he would have dragged Miyako along, too.
"You're exaggerating," I finally conclude, as all these thoughts swirl in my head. "I don't think that many people would want to visit me."
"Exaggerating?" Dr.Kitoaji looks surprised. "Well, I believe there were more than ten people here to see you. I'd say that qualifies as popular popular. One of the girls was crying, and the others seemed to be pretty worried. To be honest, they came back several times, pleading with me to let them see you."
"Really?" That surprises me even more.
"Yes, really."
"Oh. Okay."
I figure it's better not to ask any more. I'll just have to wait until they actually come to see me, which probably won't be today. Still, it doesn't hurt to ask.
"Can I see them?"
"Well, first you have to see your parents-," her voice trails off, and as if right on cue, footsteps can be heard from outside my room. Someone turns the doorknob and then I see the my father's familiar face. He's followed by Jun, and my mother comes in last.
They all stop, surprised to see me awake.
"Hi," I grin weakly, not knowing what else to say.
For a moment, nobody moves, then my sister darts forward and engulfs me in a fierce hug. "You big, stupid idiot!" she cries and sniffles in my shoulder. "Don't scare us like that again!"
"What?" I'm confused and try to free myself from her death grip.
"Really, Davis!" my father says defeated, "What did were you thinking? Running in front of a car like that! How many times have we told you to look before crossing the street?"
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
"Well, I certainly hope so!" His face is stern, but I can see the relief shining in his eyes.
My mother sits down on the bed, taking my hand in hers. "You really scared the hell out of us," she admitted. "Especially when they told us they had to use CPR on you! And then you wouldn't wake up for three whole days!!"
"CPR?" By now, I'm beginning to suspect the doctor, kind as she might be, has left out a few important details. But wait, come to think of it, she did mention something about CPR. I guess my mind is still pretty foggy. I glance at her, trying to look as intimidating as possible. Unfortunately it doesn't work at all; it's very difficult to look intimidating while wearing a hospital gown.
She doesn't even look the least bit guilty. "I already mentioned it before – your body was already weakened and you were on the verge of getting pneumonia. That, the drugs and several other factors caused your heart to stop. Luckily, things turned out for the best, even if you'll feel pretty weak for the next few days."
My horrible-no-good-bad-day evolved into something really ugly. I really, really hope that I used up all my bad luck, otherwise – no, I don't even want to think about the possibilities.
Jun pulls away and stares at me with big, scornful yes. "I suggest you never try that again. I don't want to live through something like this a second time, you moron!"
"Don't worry, I don't plan on having the same things happen twice." I reassure her, then turn towards the doctor. "Just one more thing. How long?"
"How long what?"
"For how long did my heart stop beating?"
She thinks for a moment. "About one minute, why?"
"So technically I was dead for one minute." I shudder at the thought.
"That about sums it up, yes."
"Weird." I can't help but be fascinated by this. Maybe it explains some of the weird dreams I had. I'll have to think about it further as soon as my mind is a bit clearer.
My thoughts fly back to the events of this day – no, the events of three days ago – and I wonder if maybe my bad luck had been some kind of a warning of things to come. Maybe it was and I just didn't listen to it, resulting with my near death. But no, I did die and was brought back…oh, thinking about it makes my head hurt. I've never been one for understanding and testing theories. Maybe I'll ask Ken about it later. Or maybe not. He'll probably think that I'm crazy. Which I am. Still, I don't want him to think…argh. Does anyone else think my thoughts don't make any sense at all? Probably because of the drugs.
Yeah, right. Good one.
I cough slightly and feel a lingering pain in my chest. Good, I'm relieved. The not-feeling-any-pain-thing was getting kind of creepy, I can tell you. I mean, you look at your leg and know that it is supposed to hurt like hell, only it doesn't, that's pretty eerie.
Suddenly there's Jun again, looking right at me. "You're zoning." she states, a look of amusement on her face.
My mother chuckles. "Let him be, dear. He's probably tired, and I guess the drugs they've given him don't make things any better."
"Will he be okay now?" My father asks the doctor, worry evident in his voice. Strange. They are worried about me. Somehow, this gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart. They do care after all. Makes me happy. Wow.
Dr. Kitoaji looks at me closely. "I certainly think so. His body has been healing nicely over the last few days, and now that he has woken up and displayed no further signs of damage, he should recover quickly enough. After all, he's a young athletic boy with a strong body."
I open my mouth to protest, to tell them that they should stop talking about me as if I'm not in the room. But I realize that I'm far more content to stay silent. Talking seems to be too much of an effort at the moment.
"Daisuke?" my mother turns to me.
"Mhm?" I reply after a while. It seems that my brain is working slower than usual.
She shakes her head. "I guess we will let you rest now. You're ready to fall asleep, and I think that's the best thing for you right now."
"'M'not tired." I mumble, although my eyes are already closing. I dimly remember that I wanted to ask more questions, mainly about the accident and my friends, but somehow, I can't summon the energy to do so.
"Oh yes, you sure are." My mother says in a tone only mothers can, and I'm immediately reminded of all the numerous times I insisted on staying up late when I was little. "You're eyes are so small that I barely can see them!"
"S'not true." I argue, but I don't protest when my mother slowly presses me back to lie on the back again. Humming softly, she pulls the bed covers under my chin. Hmm, that feels nice. When was the last time she did that? Not for years, that's for sure. Well, normally I wouldn't let her, after all, I'm a teenager now. But for once, it feels good to be babied.
Slowly my eyes close completely, despite my best efforts to keep them open. The faint mumbling voices of my sister and my parents lull me to sleep, but this time, I'm sure my dreams will be good ones.
"He's doing it more for form than for anything else, isn't he?" My father whispers, amused.
"Yes, that's our Davis." my mother agrees, her voice full of love.
A small smiles appears on my face before I let myself fall into the welcoming embrace of that strange phenomena people have come to call sleep.
To be continued...
Anthony1 - Well, the next part is out relatively soon...soon for me, at least. My internet isn't working properly right now, and with my summer job, I don't really have the time for fanfiction.net...as much as I'd like to...sighs
LoveSovereign - Well, I always thought that Davis was smart. He has his own way of dealing with things, and often I wonder if his dumbness is only a facade...probably one reason wh I write fanfics. I want to explore the deeper side of him! g
Tamer of Light - You're welcome for the e-mail and I'm glad you like the story!
Tupper - Wow, I'm flattered at the fact that a non-Daisuke-liker is enjoying my story. After all, he's my fave character in the whole show! Well...hope you continue reading!
scrtshdfgry - No, no dying...believe me, if I wrote a deathfic, it would have a different writing style, and besides, I like Daisuke too much to have him die (although I must admit, I like Matt, too, and he died in one of my stories, so...).
anoymous - What a pity, I would like to know your name - after all, you wrote such a nice review! I'm glad that you liked it - I was worried if I made Daisuke too touchy, but I couldn't find another way to write it. smiles Thanks for encouraging me!
shadowwicedragon1 - This fic is in the Daisuke section, believe me...but I didn't know who to put as a second character, and because Ken will appear in a later chapter (along with the others), I chose him, just because I like Ken. lol
Lady Lara Croft - Wow. Did I make you a Daisuke fan now? g Well, one can never lose hope...Anyway, your comment about my writing style made me blush. I personally thing that it is much easier to write in first person than in the third, but now I realize that people like my writing better when I write in 1st person...that's pretty strange. Hmm. Maybe I will create a longer story arc and write in 1st person. Might be fun, who knows
BlueMoonEmpress - You...are right. Hmm. Let's just say that he bruised his ankle and it hurt like a sprain, okay? Somehow, I never noticed that mistake O.o Thanks for pointing out!
Samanda Hime-Sama - I already have a beta, but thanks for the offer nonetheless! No need to get addicted to this story, it will be a short one (probably three chapters).