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I awoke Sunday morning, desperately trying to stifle the sound of my coughing. I'd had that dream again, but when I was pulled under, I saw a small light ahead of me. But, a coughing fit woke me. I lay on my bed, exhausted from my efforts. I put my hand on my forehead. It was warmer than usual. I heard mumbling above me. Tai's up. His head appears, hanging upside down.
"Good morning Ka-Ka-Kari," Tai says, failing to stifle a yawn.
"Hi!" I say brightly, I didn't want him to suspect anything. His head disappears back on the top, but he soon jumps down, and stumbles out to breakfast. Tai hardly notices Patamon fly in. Patamon has perked up since he's seen T.K, even if T.K was sick. It was some relief to the emotionally tortured Digimon that his friend was in fact alive. He dropped down next to me. He was suspicious. So was Gatomon. I guess they have every reason to worry, but I don't want to cause any more anxiety among them, with T.K being sick already.
"Coming to breakfast?" Patamon asked, looking me in the eye.
"Yep," I answered happily, beginning to get up. But I was tired. I flopped back down, and closed my eyes. I felt Patamon's cool paw on my forehead.
"You're hot!" he exclaimed, "I'll go tell Tai."
"No!" I replied fiercely, grabbing his arm, "I'm fine. I-I just slept with my head on my hot water bottle, that's all." I pulled the hot water bottle from under my pillow. It was cold, but the presence of it fooled Patamon. He flew out, disbelieving in what I had covered. I got up, cradling my hot water bottle, thinking of how close I was to revealing my little secret. Memories of the emotions shore by those around me when I collapsed in the Digital world three years ago flooded through me as I pulled on my t-shirt. I don't want to put my family- especially Tai –through that. I added clips in my hair as I remembered Tai's face when he re-told about when I was sick after we heard how T.K was. This haunted me. But the thought that was plastered in my mind, and didn't leave me alone, was the sight of T.K in the hospital. I dropped my hairbrush as I thought of it.
"It's all my fault...it's all my fault…" I mumbled to myself as I picked up my hairbrush. Tears fell to the floor. Darkness threatened to consume me. I remembered my trip to the Dark Ocean. T.K was the one who saved me. The ocean was calling me again. Why now…
I'm sorry that I'm really lazy at updating. I'll try to update sooner!=)