Disclaimer: I don't own digimon

A/N: Most characters are probably OOC. This is definitely not my best fic. This was written in response to my friend going to the hospital. This is basically raw. I wrote this in the hospital and have changed almost nothing. I tried rewriting this, but it didn't feel right. On with the fic!

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He looked so frail, impossibly frail. Why did he do this? Why? It was so stupid. He had a tube up his nose, stained black with medicind to save him. Save his life. To save him from himself. Two needles poked out of his skin. One to put medicine in, the other to draw blood out. They had to check his blood, a lot. They needed to make sure the poison had gone away. To make sure that the vile tube up his nose was working. The thin hospital gown covered his body, that frail body. He should be cold in here. She was cold, but he was sweating. He had a fever. They said it was a symptom that the dosage was toxic. The group watched in torture as he gently shook. He wasn't cold, it was another symptom. She wanted to stroke his face and push away a fallen strain of indigo hair. His mother gently did this while his father wept softly worried about his only son left, only child left. Daisuke cried, as did Hikari and Mimi. Yamato held Sora, shielding her eyes in his shirt. Takeru and Taichi both attempted to be strong for Hikari. Iori shook his head. How could anyone want this? Koushirou wished for his computer, to look up any information to help. Jyou, the future doctor, was silent, knowing they were doing what they could. Time was needed. Time they weren't sure they had.

"Visiting hours are over."

No, they couldn't be. She needed to talk to him, to tell him she understood.

"Don't die, my baby," Mrs. Ichijouji whispered.

Ken was unresponsive to his mother's plea.

"How could anyone want to die?" Takeru asked.

He didn't! Didn't they know, he didn't want to die! She understood that. She had to tell him, to tell them! He wanted to be a normal 12 year old, not the boy genius. He wanted an excuse to escape everything he had placed on his shoulders. He wanted an excape, an excuse. He didn't want to die. He took it too far. It just went too far.

"Ken," it was all she could say. The others wouldn't understand. They didn't know Ken like she did. Jyou grabbed her arms, dragging her away.

It couldn't end like this. Someone understood. He needed to know that, he deserved it. "I know you didn't want to die. I know. You wanted to escape, you wanted an excuse," she said to herself.

"Miyako," Ken whispered back and nodded.

The group looked at her confused, while she smiled gently, heart unburdened. "Don't take it so far next time." Ken nodded again, he knew what she meant and to Miyako, he was the only one who mattered in the world.

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A/N: There's always a reason to live! Please don't ever do something like this.