"Is he waking up, doctor?" Said a young woman's voice.

"Yes but don't expect him to stay awake too long We gave him meds to make him sleep," said a guy's deep voice.

Wizardmon's vision was blurry, and he could only see through one eye. They must've covered up his injured one. He turned his head to the side to see a young lady. It was Taylor's mom, she seemed worried.

"Oh! Are you alright? You were bleeding so badly, and Taylor didn't want anything to do with you. I don't understand what is with that boy. But…here's something he wanted to give you," she said and handed him a folded up paper. He read it quickly, sighed and slowly closed the note and tossed it to the side.

"What did it say?"

Wizardmon didn't answer, and turned his head to the side. It was silent for a while, till he answered, "He doesn't want me anymore he said. He doesn't need me. I don't care…I never liked him anyway."

Taylor's mom gasped, "Oh! But you seemed like such good friends!"

Wizardmon looked at her, "What's a friend, when all he wanted was for me to become a big powerful digimon. He didn't care for me because of me…he only liked me because of what type of digimon I was."

Taylor's mom didn't say anything, sighed and looked to the side.

"It's alright, you can go now. Thanks for caring."

Taylor's mom got up, bowed, and left. But before she left, she stopped in the doorway, looked at him and whispered; "Take care" before leaving.

Eventually he healed, and was able to leave the hospital. He was partially blind in his bad eye, but at least he knew where he was going. Knowing he didn't have a home, he stayed in the city and lived on top of buildings. Watching the city day and night. He decided to protect everyone living there because many digimon that made it to the human world mysteriously and would attack for no reason. And...the humans were troublemakers themselves! Many gangs would gang up on others, so normally he would pull a few tricks on them to stop the fights. It made him feel good, but…many times he was injured in doing so. Many times, it would be deep cuts in his arms and legs. Nothing else serious, only once did he get a few 2 degree burns from saving a large apartment building from a Meramon. Many people in the city knew him, but for some reason…no one noticed how lonely he was. No one took him in, after they would rush him to a hospital from small injuries…they would thank him and leave.

"Why…?" I ask myself sometimes. "Why are people like this? Is it still because of what I am? Should I find a way to devolve and become a small furry animal again? But then I'm not strong to protect the city."

Later that night, he looked down from a building. Till a portal opened and out crawled a Kuwagamon. Wizardmon rolled his eyes and slowly followed him. When a Kuwagamon went around the corner, he looked over and saw he was heading toward a group of gang members.

"I've never seen them before. Should I save them? They look like a bunch of trouble makers…"

It was until a scream broke his thoughts. The Kuwagamon attacked, and slammed one of the guys into a wall, then walked over to one of the girls. She wore a short jacket, had blond hair in her face, blue eyes, and tattered jeans. She looked like a tough girl, but was pretty scared. Wizardmon took a deep breath, "Ok…this is it!" He then charged over to the Kuwagamon and stuck his staff into its back then yelled his attack. The Kuwagamon screamed in pain and waved around. First he slashed Wizardmon in the arm with his claws, then rammed his pincers into his chest and pushed him into the wall. Wizardmon screamed in pain, and was quickly released when the Kuwagamon disappeared into a million pieces. It was quiet. Wizardmon had already fallen unconscious, and everyone around were too scared to know what was going on. It was then that the girl that he noticed went over to him and bent down.

"He's hurt!" she said. Her friends looked at each other and mumbled words. Then a tall man walked to her. As I said, he was tall, had dark hair, green eyes, a scar on his eye (on the same eye that Wizardmon had), and a large trench coat. He bent down and picked him up.

"Thanks John," the girl said.

John nodded and they walked home. Everyone else followed.

"Put him in my bed," the girl said as they walked into the house.

"Katie calm down! It's not like he's dying!" Said another one of the girls. She was much more girlie looking. She had long orange hair, wore a collar around her neck and some green and black clothes (with a skirt), and had large brown eyes.

"Shut up Sarah! You weren't there to experience anything, you should've seen it. He saved us."

"Oh…" Sarah said and sprinted over to her. "Is it that bad?"

"We still have to check the injuries," Katie answered as she watched John lie him down.

"Looks like he's got a bad cut on his arm."

"Yeah…got get the first aid kit," Katie commanded.

Sarah smiled and sprinted out the door, "Oh this is so exciting!"

Katie rolled her eyes.

Two of the other guys came in, he was large and had a nice strong body, he had a bandana wrapped around his bald head and had small beady blue eyes. The other seemed really weak to him, but still looked like he could pick a fight.

"Hm…so it is a digimon huh?" said the shorter guy.

"Yeah…seems so," Katie answered.

"Well…I'll go look him up on the Internet!"

The other guy watched him pass by him, "Nerd."

"I heard that!"

Katie and him laughed. Till a groan turned Katie's attention to Wizardmon.

"He's waking up!"

Everyone looked over.

"Where am I?" Wizardmon uttered.