It's been a long, excruciating night. Seth is still breathing, somehow, overhead, but there's signs of his blood all over the floor, and Betamon is crouched still, beneath the table, shaking so hard that he thinks he's going to rattle away from his own digital core. He's still not sure what Docmon's been doing, unable to find the strength to look after those first few times, but despite how horrible it is, how worthless and heartbroken he feels at every cry of pain from his partner, it just proves to him that Seth is still there, some way, some how. That this can be fixed, they can still be rescued. He just... he just needs the digidestined to pull another miracle. Find them.
He buries his face against the cold, unrelenting tiles he's been hiding against for the better part of the last day, and whimpers. Docmon's not been by for awhile, either bored of Seth by now, or out of ideas of ways to best torture him. Betamon isn't sure which idea is worse- both could lead to Seth slowly wasting away on that table, still unconscious and weak after going through so much. "Please," he whispers. "Please, someone. Help us..."
He falls asleep, he thinks. The room is darker when he wakes up, Seth's shallow breathing the only thing he hears. At first, anyway. There are tapping noises against the wall, subtle footsteps, then a loud, blasting sound like a Digimon is fighting. Or trying to break in.
Betamon perks up immediately, exhausted eyes boring into the wall before them. Where he thinks Docmon tends to enter from. "Please," he whispers around dry lips. "Please..."
Then there's an explosion and the wall bursts out, scattering debris around the room. Betamon can only gape at the flash of dark eyes and even darker hair that he only just registers before the room fills up with familiar looking people and digimon and he sinks into warm arms, worried voices rough against his ears after such a lengthy period of horrible silence. He starts to cry against the soft fabric of the sweater he's pressed against, and the voices fade into a murmur, soft fingers stroking his face. "Seth," he wails, hoping his partner can hear, that the man knows as well by now. "We're saved."
