I worte this story using characters, names places and ideas from a roleplay I am part of and all things included within this story are copy writed, either by me or their original creators, so you can not use any of them without permission. The story is actually the 'second season' of an on going story. The first season story was written by my friend, Angel of Hope and Miraclesand is called 'Digimon: Extreme' in case you want to read it.

Digimon: Everlasting War

The doctor, the friend and the party

Rose's baby blue eyes flickered slightly, and then opened gradually, closing slightly as a bright light met them from directly above. She felt so tired and was just about to go back to sleep when she heard a voice. It was so faint she thought she was hearing it echo from miles away, yet when she opened her eyes a little further she saw a fuzzy outlined figure, dressed in white, standing by her side and realised the voice was coming from this person next to her.

"Doctor1 Doctor, she's awake!" Rose then came to the conclusion that she was actually lying in a bed and she tried to speak, finding it hard to do so. She could mouth the words, but the sounds that came out were croaky and unlike her own.

"How did I get here? … What happened to Chemistry?" Her eyes were still trying to focus after their long period of rest and eventually the scene became clear. A bright white ceiling with a bright light directly over her head swam into view. A nurse was standing beside her bed and was son joined by a Doctor and Rose suddenly understood that she was in hospital.

"Your Chemistry lesson ended about two weeks ago Rose, you've been unconscious since then. You collapsed. You were brought to the hospital with a sever case of pneumonia we almost lost you."

"Pneumonia? … Lost me?" Rose croaked, startled.

"Yes, do you remember feeling ill, cold perhaps, or having a fever?" Rose shook her head. "Well I've never seen anything like it. Your parents said you looked fine when you went to school, your friend said you looked a bit peaky, but in my entire career I've never seen anyone develop such a serious case of pneumonia in such a short space of time. It's a miracle that you survived." Not much of this really sank into Rose's mind, she was still trying to comprehend that she'd almost died.

"I'll go and tell her parents that she's awake, Doctor." The nurse said, vanishing to appear moments later with Rose's parents who fussed over her and told her how worried they had been, whereas Rose just wanted to sleep.

The next few days seemed to be a blur. Her parents brought other relatives to see her, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, even her next door neighbour. Hunter visited her a lot too, telling her that the whole school was talking about how she'd collapsed and how worried the teachers had been, so much so that they had put a collection in the staff room to raise enough money to buy her the 'Get Well Soon' gift that was tucked in the corner of her private room, it was a huge teddy bear and beside it was a basket of 'Get Well Soon' cards and magazines to keep her occupied.

What Hunter failed to tell her was that he had visited her every day when she was unconscious, he'd for hours by her bedside and only left when her parents came to visit her. He'd felt lost without her and had missed her dearly; something that had troubled him for days and he felt as though he'd missed her more than as just is best friend.

Within a week the Doctor said Rose was strong enough to go home and she was relieved to see her own room again.

At the weekend, much to Rose's surprise, as she had done little else but rest, her parents held a 'Welcome home' party for her which raised her spirits no end. After everyone had gone; Rose disappeared into her room, connected her digital camera to her computer and began looking through the images on the memory card. There were pictures there that she didn't even remember taking. There were some from the party that had only ended about an hour ago and as she searched back she found one that looked as if it had been taken when she was very small.

What troubled her more than the photos she didn't recognise was the fact that in every single photograph there was a pretty necklace around her neck that hadn't been there before. It was a fine gold chain with a sort of gold pendant hanging on it, with a pretty pink thing set into it, possibly a gem or pink tinted glass. She inspected this more closely and found that the was a shape, a sort of symbol that seemed to be engraved in it and she was just about to try and get a closer look by zooming in on it when there was a bright flash of light.

And then she was gone.