WARNING: Exceeding amounts of FLUFF (mostly for Taiora); Angst; NEW WRITING STYLE; Regular warnings apply for my lack of skill. ONE SWEAR!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this marvelous universe; it all belongs to Toei Animation, I believe.

Dedication: The Solar Being and Tehbot for their awesome birthday presents. Seriously, go check them out. Now.

Reviewers: Thanks so much for the warm welcome. I loved each and every review. You guys keep me going, I swear. Thanks!! :D

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. Hopefully, the length makes up for it. Don't expect this again. It took FOREVER. *rubs hand gingerly* Oww….

Rating: T - for swearing, teenage angst, plain angst, horrible writing, etc.

Poll – See previous chapter; Please take my poll, located above my bio. It will honestly help me out. Please and thank you!

xXxXxXxXxXx

Sora sighed exasperatedly, throwing the pink dress onto her bed. She bent down, shuffling through her other discarded items. She momentarily picked up a purple shirt before throwing it back down.

"Ugh! What is wrong with me?!" Sora shrieked loudly, collapsing onto her double bed. She drummed her fingers uneasily, her auburn eyes glued to the digital clock beside her bed. She laid there for a few minutes watching the red numbers change.

"I have to figure this out," she mumbled, rising off her wrinkled blankets. She breathed deeply as she ran her fingers through her hair.

She quietly talked to herself, "I mean, it's not even that big of a deal. I'm just meeting the boy – who I'm pretty convinced I'm in love with – and his entire friggen' family. No big deal. None at all. Nope." Sora rolled her eyes, banging her head lightly against her blue wall.

"Oh great, now I'm talking to myself," she tilted her head to the side, "and actually listening to myself! What is going on?"

Sora's eyes swept her war-torn floor, filled with discarded clothes and various jewelry. Sora closed her eyes, turning to her door. She steadfastly walked down her stairs and fell ungracefully onto her coach.

"What's wrong, little lady?" Sora jumped, an 'eep' escaping her lips. She threw her hands out in front of her in a position of defense.

"Woah, calm down, pumpkin. It's just me. You're slightly crazy grandfather." The old, wrinkled man smiled reassuringly at his granddaughter. Sora gingerly set her hands down, her heart rate still beating erratically.

"Sorry, Grandpa. I'm just a little wound up," Sora smiled, resting her head on her hands.

"So it seems. A little birdy told me you were going to a pretty important party," Sora's grandfather smiled teasingly, "With a pretty important boy, I've heard."

Sora blushed, her hair falling limply in front of her face. "Did mom tell you?"

Her grandfather laughed, "No, it was a little birdy. Remember your friend? Leo, or someone?"

Sora smiled, "Biyo. My imaginary friend. I haven't thought about her for ages."

Her grandfather laughed while rocking back into his chair. "So tell me about this boy."

Sora colored, biting her lip. "His name is Tai, Grandpa. Not boy."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Tai."

"You've met him, remember?"

Her grandfather feathered his brows. He leaned back into his chair, staring off into space. Sora opened her mouth to speak, but her grandfather held out a finger.

"Just let me think, young one."

Sora protested quietly, "B-but Grandpa. You can't remember. I just remembered. That was the day you weren't on your meds."

Sora's grandfather turned to her, "Really now?"

"Yeah . . . I remember 'cause, well . . ."

"You were embarrassed of me?" He prodded gently.

Sora shot up, "No, grandpa. Don't say that. I love you, alright? I'm not embarrassed about you. Not in the slightest."

He raised a hand, telling her to stop. "There's no need to explain, Sora. Sometimes I'm even a little embarrassed of myself. That's what happens when you get old, I suppose."

"No, but Grandpa –."

"Hush, Sora. Weren't we originally discussing a different problem? What is that is making you yell from your room?"

Sora laughed lightly and grinned. "I can't decide what to wear. I really want to impress him, err, them."

"Well, we have two solutions. If you want to impress the boy's family then I'm sure your mother can help you. If you want to impress the boy then I'm sure he could help."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just call the boy. Tai, is it? I'm sure he'll be able to help you."

Sora rolled her eyes fondly, "Grandpa, you don't understand."

"I'm sure I do. Now just call the young man."

"Grandpa –"

"Now."

"But –"

"Sora," her grandfather chided gently. "Listen to this old man for once."

Sora crossed her arms begrudgingly. "Alright, alright."

Sora smiled, giving her Grandfather a quick hug, before skipping into her kitchen. She was in a much better mood than before. She picked up her wireless phone, tapping in Tai's phone number. The phone rang for a few seconds, before she heard another sound on the other end.

"Hello?" Tai questioned.

"Hi, Tai."

"Oh, hey Sora! How are you?"

Sora smiled, twisting her hair around her finger.

"Fine, I guess. I was just wondering if you could come over," Sora smiled.

She heard Tai snort happily into the phone. "Can't stay away from me for long, can we?"

Sora blushed and if he had been within distance, she would have hit him. "Shuddup, Tai. Can you come over or not?"

"We-ll, I was pretty busy with the party – "

Sora nodded, surprised about how upset she felt.

" – but for you, I can make an exception. Just let me get away from my mom, 'kay?"

Sora smiled widely, "Thanks Tai. I really need your advice."

"About what?" Tai responded instantly.

"Are you okay? Is everything alright?" He continued.

Sora shushed him quickly, "Don't worry. It's nothing to be afraid of. I just need to know what to wear!"

Tai laughed into the phone, "Oh my God, Sor'. You're channeling Mimi."

"And that's a bad thing?" Sora responded instantly.

Tai's tone was softer, "No, actually. It's a great thing."

"Good. Now get your butt over here."

Tai sighed into the phone, "How am I so lucky?"

Sora laughed, "It helps that you're hot."

Tai snorted, "Glad you think so, baby."

Sora blushed at his rare pet name, "Just come over, you idiot."

"Will do."

"Bye."

"Later."

Sora flitted around her house, picking up various odds and ends. It wasn't the first time Tai had been over – far from it – but he usually only came in for a few minutes. They never actually hung out there. He just came in when he was picking her up. Sora shoved the dishes into the dishwasher and put the soap in just as the doorbell rang. Sora ran to the door, slightly breathless as she swung the door open.

Tai grinned – his normal, knee-buckling smile – and shoved his hand through his messy hair.

"Hey, Sor'."

Sora smiled widely, ushering her boyfriend in. Though things had been a little rocky in the beginning (and Mimi had blamed that on UST. Otherwise known as Unresolved Sexual Tension), things were picking up – fast. Though Sora had been in her share of relationships before this, with Tai she felt different. For a long time, she hadn't believed that people could fall in love at her age. But, like most things, she was afraid that Tai was proving her wrong. They had still yet to say the words outright, but Sora knew (though it took her awhile to admit it), that she definitely felt it.

"Hi Taichi." She tried to look nonchalant, but she quickly flung her arms around him in a hug. She blushed happily as he tightened his arms around her.

Tai gently pushed her back slightly so he could look at her face. "So what do you need help with again?"

Sora giggled – feeling slightly slaphappy – and grabbed his hand so she could pull him to her room. She pushed her boyfriend on her bed and he smirked, looking around.

"Wow, Sora. I never knew you would have so much pink in your room."

Sora glared at him, "I am a girl, you know."

His voice dropped an octave, "Oh, believe me. I know. I definitely know."

Sora let out an indignant squeak, throwing a pillow at Tai. "You're such a perv."

Tai coolly caught the pillow, throwing it back at his girlfriend. "That's why you love me."

Sora grinned, "That and many, many other reasons." She smiled, falling on top of him. Sora enjoyed their playful banter. Tai wasn't really one for being touchy-feely, so he often expressed his sentiments towards her using humor. Sora knew that they had implied they loved each other, but neither of them had straight out said "I love you". She knew words didn't affect their feelings, but it would be nice to have it . . . concrete.

Tai flipped her over, so he was on top of her. She blushed hotly, but didn't protest. Tai looked at her with compassion in his eyes. "Am I allowed to kiss you?"

Sora bit her lip, pretending to debate. "Yes, that'd be nice."

Just as Tai was leaning his head in, Sora quickly pushed him away. "Oops, I forgot. You have to help me get ready!" She pushed herself up and Tai groaned unhappily.

"No Sora! Not fair. Playing all hard to get . . ." He mumbled, burrowing his head in her pillows.

Sora put her hands on her hips, "Come on, Tai. Maybe – and that's a big maybe – after you help, I'll give you a kiss."

Tai groaned again, sitting up. "You're such a tease, Sora Takenouchi."

"And that's why you love me," Sora repeated Tai's words.

"Yeah, I know," Tai mumbled. He beckoned towards her pile of clothes. "Are we gonna get this over with?"

Sora put her hands on her hips, "Don't make it sound like a chore, Taichi."

Tai rolled his eyes, "Because picking out clothes with your girlfriend is so much fun."

"Can it, Kamiya."

Tai sighed, standing up from her bed. "Let's get this over with already . . ."

xXxXxXxXxXx

Mimi Tachikawa crossed her arms, waiting for her best friend to meet her. She was waiting below Beth's apartment building, looking up at the building exasperatedly. She closed her eyes and leaned against the side of the building.

"Hey!" Beth chirped happily as Mimi slid off the building, falling to the ground. Mimi glared up at Beth beneath her bangs.

"Why did you scare me?!"

Beth held up her hands defensively, "Hey, hey. I didn't mean to Baby Tachikawa." Beth smiled as she saw Mimi's face flame. Mimi got up, ignoring the hand Beth had offered, and pulled at her coat defensively. "Don't call me that, Beth! It's bad enough that your brothers call me that. All the time, I might add. If you start, I am not going anywhere with you."

Beth shrugged her shoulders and turned towards the elevator. Mimi yelled out, grabbing onto Beth's green scarf. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Beth pointed to her building, "Home. Where it is warm. And I'm not being attacked by freaked out friends."

Mimi rolled her eyes, grabbing Beth's hand and pulling her forward.

"Okay, tell me why I'm here again? I mean, aren't you just walking to John's house?" Beth questioned.

Mimi folded her arms over her chest. "You know why your here. No one else was available anyway. Both Kamiyas and Sora had to go to this dumb party. Joe is doing some project and I can't really take Izzy!"

"Why not?"

Mimi stopped walking altogether, looking at Beth like she had gone mad. "Hello?! Anyone home? Of course, I can't bring Izzy. I mean, Matt is there. Yamato Ishida. Get it?"

Beth bit her lip, tilting her head to the side. "I thought you were, and I quote, way over him?"

"I may be way over him, but every sane girl knows not to bring your current boyfriend to meet your ex-boyfriend, of who you know longer speak too."

"So it's true? You're really dating Izzy?" Beth looked at Mimi, waiting for her response.

Mimi nodded, "Yeah. We have gone on a ton of dates . . . and he is one of my best friends. Why wouldn't I date him?"

Beth sighed, pulling her hat down. "Yeah, but Meems . . . you don't really like him, do you?"

"What are you talking about, Beth? Of course, I like him! Why wouldn't I like him? He's great."

Beth rolled her eyes, mimicking Mimi. "Well, duh. I know all that. Meems, by this stage in the relationship, let's face it, you're not usually so shy around him!"

Mimi shrugged, looking slightly ashamed. "Maybe we're just different. I still really like him."

"But, come on! How many times have you actually kissed? Held hands? Hugged?"

Mimi blushed slightly, pushing her hair out of the way. "Well, I know it's going kind of slow, but . . . still!"

Beth sighed deeply, putting her hands on Mimi's shoulders. "I'm gonna practice some tough love here, 'kay?"

Mimi looked a little apprehensive, but nodded.

"I think - and this is just a theory, so don't freak out - that you don't really like Izzy."

Mimi opened her mouth to protest, but Beth kept going. "I know you like him as a friend. That much is blatantly obvious. But romantically? No, not really. I know you think you do, but Mimi . . . you don't."

Mimi looked at her in disbelief for a few seconds, before responding hotly. "How would you know who I feel? You think you know everything, Beth. But the truth is you have no idea!"

Beth shrugged her shoulders, not showing any emotion. "Whatever Meems. I'm over it. I just didn't want you - or him - to get hurt. He doesn't deserve it. You don't either, as a matter of fact. Just . . . face the facts Mimi. You need to grow up. Really grow up," Beth stated harshly.

Beth turned around, pushing her way through the crowds of shoppers on the street. Mimi stared at her for a minute, shocked by the events that just took place, but shook her head and continued in the opposite direction. No matter how many times she tried forgot what Beth said to her, the words kept ringing loudly in her ears. Not even her cherished iPod could rid herself of the things her best friend - if they still were friends - said to her.

Mimi blinked back tears, not expecting to feel this badly. She and Beth had fought - numerous times, as a matter of fact - because they both had strong opinions, and, to be honest, horrible tempers. It didn't help that they were both stubborn as mules. But Mimi couldn't shake the odd, ominous feeling out her head. Beth had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. She was beginning to feel the same way about Sora, but what about that saying? 'Make new friends, keep the old. One is sliver, the other gold.' Even though she hadn't heard anyone say that since nursery school, Mimi was troubled by the simple words.

"Hey, watch it!" A nameless passerby yelled at Mimi, shoving her off of him. She shook her head, murmuring a quick "sorry" before putting her head back down. In twenty minutes, Mimi looked up, only to find the house of John. She stood staring at it for a minute, not really believing her luck.

"Well, I've always believed in fate. Though, the word fate is a little strong in this instance . . ." Mimi trailed off and pressed her manicured finger to the doorbell. It rang cheerfully and she waited for a few minutes. The door opened and Mimi brightened up.

"Hey John!" She called out happily, before becoming red in the face and retracting her words. "Err . . . sorry. Matt." She gave a stiff nod and he smirked. He opened the door wider and gestured inside.

"Come on."

She followed him inside silently, avoiding his eyes.

He turned a corner, not making any other comments. They arrived shortly in a large, sunny room. Mimi cleared her throat awkwardly. "Umm...where is everybody?"

Matt smiled, "We're in our 'partners'. We're gonna meet up in a big room later on. Is that okay?"

He asked the question like he was genuinely interested in the answer. Mimi looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on, before nodding. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Cool. Let's start." Matt sat down on the leather sofa, letting Mimi take the big, comfy red chair. Mimi smiled at him warily, her defenses completely up. They worked in silence, occasionally meeting each other's glances.

"So," Matt began timidly, "What have you been up to?"

Mimi blinked, clearly surprised that he was initiating small talk. Mimi watched Matt carefully, trying to find an ulterior motive in his simple words.

"Not much, I guess," Mimi said begrudgingly, reaching over to grab a pencil.

"You're going out with Izzy," Matt stated bluntly, not meeting Mimi in the eyes.

Mimi stared at him, "Yeah . . . what's it to you?"

Matt held his hands up in defense, "Hey, nothing! I mean, I'm just . . . you know, happy for you guys. I mean, Izzy's a great guy and you guys would make a cute couple."

Mimi's jaw slacked, her mouth hanging open widely. She stared at him with wide eyes for a minute before snapping her mouth shut. "Err, yeah. Thanks. Are you, umm, friends with Izzy?"

Matt sighed, visibly upset. "No."

"Err, sorry about that."

It was Matt's turn to be shocked. "Sorry? For what?"

Mimi shrugged, trying to look indifferent. Truthfully, she was freaking out inside. This was the most either of them had talked since they broke up, not counting the endless profanities they yelled at each other.

"Well it's kind of, you know, my fault. They took my side in it and now they kind of hate you."

Matt shook his head back and forth rapidly. "That was my fault. I mean, if I never freaked out, none of this would have happened. I would still have my friends . . . and you."

Mimi's eyes widened and her breath turned shallow. She was not ready for this. Their first civil conversation with each other and they were already talking about Sophomore year? This was going way to fast.

"No, it's, err, my fault. I mean, I made you loose your best friend," Mimi babbled, not listening to the words that were bubbling from her mouth. She just talked so she wouldn't look like an eleven year old getting flustered over a boy.

Matt didn't answer for a minute, running things through his head. He was friends with Tai - not best, yet - but they agreed to keep it secret until Joe and Izzy were more comfortable with the situation. He sighed deeply. 'But I can't lie to Mimi . . . not again. So what am I supposed to do?'

"Well, actually," Matt began, clearing his throat. "Tai and I are . . . kind of . . . friends. Well, we're trying, I mean." Matt blushed, squeezing his eyes shut.

Mimi gasped loudly and jumped up from her seat. Matt jumped up at the sound and was surprised to see Mimi's face inches from his own.

"WHAT?!"

Matt jumped again, holding his hands up. "Hey, hey! Don't freak out."

Mimi exhaled deeply, lowering her palms slowly besides her face, as if the shock was draining out of her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mimi demanded angrily, stopping herself from poking him in the chest.

"I-I . . .we didn't even talk to e-each other!" He stuttered, his eyes frightened.

Mimi seemed to deliberate what he said, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

"True . . . but why didn't Tai tell me?!"

"He forget?" Matt offered weakly.

Mimi shook her head, pacing around the room. "He should have told me. I mean, I was the one who made a gesture! I made the first move to get our friendship back on track! The least he could do was tell me this! He has to still remember how much I like to talk!" Mimi ranted angrily, sitting down in the chair stiffly.

"I don't think anyone could forget," Matt piped in sarcastically. Mimi smiled - really smiled - at the blonde.

"This is easy, isn't it?" She questioned softly, looking him straight in the eyes. Matt cleared his throat, but nodded.

"Yeah, it is."

"Easier than I expected."

"Much," Matt agreed, smiling.

"With that in mind," Mimi began, leaning into the chair, "I propose we act, at least, civilly to each other."

"I agr - "

"Wait," Mimi demanded, sticking a finger at him.

"I'm not saying we'll be friends, per say. I'm not ready for that. Not after what you did to me. But I do say that we get this thing going again."

Matt's mind immediately flashed to Mimi's hand intertwined in his and he blushed.

"We have to get the group together again!" Mimi continued excitedly.

"With Sora, of course," she added as an afterthought.

"Of course," Matt agreed weakly, collapsing back into his chair.

xXxXxXxXxXx

"What are we doing here again?" Yolei questioned loudly, swinging the door to the coffee shop open.

Ken sighed, holding the door open for an elderly couple.

"Joe and Izzy wanted to meet us here. I've told you that almost ten times," Ken stressed, following Yolei into the shop. Yolei glared at him, taking a seat in the back of the shop.

"Should we order?" Yolei questioned absentmindedly, looking at all of the choices on the menu.

"Let's wait," Ken said, watching the door impatiently. He was surprised when Izzy had called him asking to meet Joe and himself for coffee with Yolei. They hadn't really spent any time together separately before, so Ken could only stammer out a quick yes over the phone.

"They should be here soon," Ken added, looking up at the ceiling.

Yolei blew a puff of hair out her eyes and leaned on her hands, "They better get here quickly. I have to study." She grimaced.

"You do, do you?"

"That's a cool sentence. It's the same way backwards as it is forwards!"

"Kind of like a palindrome," Ken added dryly.

"Yeah," Yolei responded brightly, smiling at her friend.

"I take it you're not allowed to go the hospital," Ken stated, watching one of the waiters carefully.

Yolei followed his eyes, but couldn't see what he was looking at. "No, I'm not," she spoke, furrowing her eyebrows. She leaned from the booth, trying to see what Ken was studying so intently.

"What are looking at?" Yolei asked bluntly.

Ken jerked his hand towards a small, brown-haired boy.

"Him."

Yolei looked at her friend strangely, ". . . Why?"

"Because he looks familiar."

The brown-haired youth finally turned around, finishing whatever job he was doing.

Yolei jumped up, "Cody!"

Ken flinched at Yolei's loud outburst, attracting most of the attention in the room. Yolei had the grace to blush, but hurriedly gestured Cody over before sitting back down.

"Nice," Ken remarked, leaning back in the cushions.

"Oh, be quiet," Yolei hissed under her breath, before turning around to meet Cody.

Yolei smiled brightly, reaching out and touching him on the arm. "I didn't know you worked here!"

Cody blushed under their gaze and fidgeted, pulling down his uniform.

"Yeah, well, I just started working here a few weeks back."

"That's really cool, Cody." Ken added, smiling at the boy. Cody tentatively smiled back.

Yolei put her hands on her hips, sticking out her lower lip. "Still, you could have told me. I mean, we are neighbors, after all."

Ken scratched his chin wistfully, "I don't even know my neighbors' names. My mom sends them food sometimes, though."

Yolei stared at him for a second before continuing, "Anyway, it's really great you're working her, Cody. Want to give us some free coffee?" Yolei smiled up at him from beneath her eyelashes, trying to appear flirty.

Cody's eyes widened and his face flamed red. "Uhh, err, I don't, umm," He stuttered, his eyes still locked on the lavender haired girl.

Ken rolled his eyes, turning to face Cody. "Don't worry about her. We don't expect that of you. After all," Ken said, directing his face at Yolei, "we wouldn't want to get you in trouble."

Yolei crossed her arms, her lips in a full pout. "Fine, fine. You have a point, I know."

Ken rolled his eyes at Yolei, but smiled at Cody. "You can go back to work now. We wouldn't want to keep your customers waiting."

Yolei sighed, but reluctantly nodded.

"It was nice seeing you, Cody."

"You too," Cody said politely, before turning around and returning to his job.

Yolei smiled softly, waving when Cody glanced back at their table. She turned to Ken and reached across the table to flick him in the arm.

"Oww, what was that for?"

Yolei smiled menacingly. "For making me look bad in front of Cody."

Ken suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, "I hardly think he noticed."

"All the same," Yolei began, but eventually trailed off. She pointed towards the door.

"Look."

Ken turned his head, before getting up and walking over. He smiled when he reached the older boys.

"Hi Izzy. Hi Joe."

Joe and Izzy turned, their eyes lighting up when they saw Ken.

"How's it going?" Izzy questioned, already spotting Yolei and making his way over to the table. Joe made small talk with Ken as they walked over to the table.

"Hey!" Yolei greeted, snatching up a menu. Ken rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face contradicted it.

"She's in a need for some caffeine."

"Good thing we're in a coffee shop," Joe said seriously.

Izzy spoke out, "Technically speaking, Joe, we aren't in a coffee shop. We're in a diner, but most people in Odaiba call this the coffee shop because that's their most popular - "

"I think they get it, Izzy."

Yolei and Ken nodded, not really in the mood for one of Izzy's long winded explanations.

"Err, right," Izzy said, his cheeks coloring slightly.

"Anyway, we're here to see if you guys need anything," Joe continued, regarding with his best friend with a slightly amused look.

Yolei blinked and turned to Ken. They both turned to face the older boys and spoke at the same time:

"Why?"

Izzy shrugged, not looking up from his menu.

"We figured since Davis was in the hospital, you would want to talk about it with someone. That's why I came. Joe came," Izzy said, jerking a finger in the blue-haired youth's direction, "because we thought he could help put you at ease. Since his father's a doctor and all."

"I guess," Yolei agreed, watching the other two apprehensively.

"Why didn't you ask us in the beginning? Not that I don't appreciate this, but we've come along way from the way we used to be," Ken questioned, tilting his head at Izzy and Joe.

Izzy readjusted himself in his chair, but spoke clearly. "We wanted to give you time to heal on your own. It would have just been rude of us to start asking questions in the beginning."

"When your emotions were the rawest," added Joe.

Yolei and Ken glanced at each other, but nodded.

"That makes sense."

"So," Joe began, pushing his glasses back on his nose, "do you want to talk about it?"

Yolei was about to shake her head, but suddenly changed her mind.

"Yeah."

"Go on," Izzy prodded gently.

Yolei absently twisted her hair around her finger, "What are the chances of Davis making it through this?"

Ken's eyes widened and he stared at his friend incredulously.

"Why would you ask that?" Ken demanded angrily, a little put out.

Yolei shrugged, turning her face so the other boys wouldn't see her tears.

"I just wanted the truth. Not the sugarcoated crap the doctors have been giving us. I'm so sick of, 'Well, sweetikins, there's a chance he'll be just like normal. Of course, I can't guarantee anything, honey.' Or 'Of course, he'll be fine. Don't be ridiculous!'"

Joe sighed, "Well, Yolei, I can't answer that very well. I don't know all of the details. I know Davis went in to a coma because of a head injury, but I don't know much more than that."

"Do you know anything?" Izzy asked quietly.

Ken nodded, "Well, I know a coma worker is working with Davis."

Yolei looked confused. "Who's that?"

"The one lady . . . you don't remember?"

"No, I do. What does she do? I never really understood," Yolei admitted sheepishly.

"I can answer that," Joe intervened. "A coma worker tries to discover what kind of communication channels are open with the patient and uses them to relate to the patients experience. They often use small, almost unrecognizable twitches or fidgets from the patient."

Yolei nodded excitedly. "Well, that means he'll be up soon, right?!"

Joe cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well . . . actually the main goal isn't getting them awake."

"What?!"

Ken answered Yolei's angry retort. "They notice when their brain waves have more activity as well. They usually use it on patients so they can make decisions. In fact, coma workers are most often used with," Ken swallowed deeply, "patients who are close to death."

Yolei's eyes started watering and she opened her mouth to reply, but Joe held his hands up quickly.

"Wait, wait! I'm sure that's not it. If I know anything, it's that Davis's injuries aren't horrible! The main problem was that his head collided with the pavement when he got hit! He's not close to death - I swear."

Yolei looked at him accusingly, but soon collapsed back into the booth. "Thank God."

"I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry," Ken added sheepishly.

"No problem," Yolei muttered.

"Have any more questions?"

"Not really. I don't think my heart could take that scare again."

"Well, I guess that's understandable. Izzy and I will go get the drinks. Do you have anything you want?"

After Yolei and Ken gave their orders, they watched the older boys walk to the front.

"That was terrifying," Yolei admitted, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Again, Yolei, I'm sorry."

"'Tis fine," Yolei mumbled, as Ken placed an arm on her shoulder.

"No, it's not. Is it?"

"Not at all."

"I know."

xXxXxXxXxXx

"Ohh, it's so good to see you!" Taichi's mother, Yuuko, exclaimed happily, ushering her family members in. The family of six smiled and idly started talking with Yuuko; unceremoniously dumping their coats into Tai's waiting arms. Tai bit back a groan and flashed a small smile in their general direction. No one responded, so Tai rolled his eyes and turned around.

"Okay then," he muttered sarcastically, weaving his ways through the limbs of his family. He finally reached his destination - his room - and dumped the coats on top of the already growing pile. Tai grumbled lowly, sitting down in his computer chair.

"What are you doing?" Kari piped in, her face inches away from her brothers. Tai jumped up, knocking his forehead with Kari's.

"Jeez, Kar'. Trying to give me a friggen heart attack or something?" Tai asked sarcastically, glaring at his sister as he rubbed his throbbing forehead.

Kari rolled her eyes at her brother, her own hand massaging her injured forehead.

"Yes, Tai. You figured out my one goal in life. Nice . . ."

Tai brought his head up just enough so he could glare at his sister.

"Anyway," Kari began, "why are you being so pouty?"

Tai snorted, "I'm not being 'pouty', Kari. I'm not a girl."

Kari put her hands on her hips and let out an aggravated huff. "So you're saying only girls can get pouty?"

Tai nodded, smirking happily. "Yep. Just look at you. You're pouting."

Kari stopped pushing out her bottom lip, "Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Am not."

". . . I'm not going to fall for that. Stop getting all your tricks from cartoons."

"You suck," Tai complained, letting his head fall back on the chair.

"So, either way, why are you upset?"

Tai shrugged, trying to look indifferent.

Kari glared at him for a minute, before her eyes lit up. "Ohh."

"What?"

"Somebody misses their honey."

Tai snorted, pushing himself up. "Whatever."

Kari grinned at him, following as he walked out of their room.

Tai turned around, pointing to their kitchen that was almost bursting with the amount of food. "Aren't you on kitchen duty?"

"Yes, but I just wanted to talk to my older brother."

Tai gave her the thumbs up tiredly. "Good for you." Tai turned around, once again making his way through the crowds of people occupying his apartment.

"Hey, you never denied missing your honey!" Kari called out, smirking as her brother's posture stiffened and he clenched his fists.

"Love you too, bro." Kari laughed to herself and made her way to the kitchen. Kari and TK had gone out earlier tonight, but they both agreed for TK to come later on in the evening. Kari would be busy helping for awhile and she didn't want TK waiting around for her. Apparently, Tai and Sora agreed on the same thing because that was the only explanation for her brother's lousy mood.

Kari grinned at her various Aunts and Uncles, making small talk with everyone she met. The doorbell rang again and Kari peeked her head out from the kitchen (she must have done that a hundred times by now) to see who it was. Luckily, the Kamiyas' generally had dark, light, or caramel colored hair so she would be able to tell if her boyfriend got here.

She grinned wildly as she saw the golden locks appear over the heads of her relatives. She quickly said goodbye to her cousin and made her way to the front door.

"How's it going?"

"Horrible."

"That's . . . nice."

"I know."

"Okay."

Kari giggled quietly, listening in on her brother's and boyfriend's conversation. After all this time and they were still awkward with each other. She smiled, sidling up to the boys.

"Hi TK."

TK's face brightened and he turned to his girlfriend happily.

"Hey, Kari!"

Kari beamed, hugging her boyfriend tightly around the waist. TK hugged her back, his eyes traveling around the room.

"Woah," he breathed.

Kari looked up, putting a little distance between their chests.

"What?"

His eyes twinkled as he smiled at her playfully.

"A lot of family members," he stated bluntly.

Kari giggled and nodded. "Then I suggest we get going, don't you?"

She smiled, pulling him into the mass of bodies. Tai smiled softly, watching his sister and her date interacting with his family. Even though he pretended not to, he really did have a soft spot for the kid. And not just because he was Matt Ishida's brother. Tai shook his head, riding himself of his accidental musings.

"Theresa!" Tai's mother exclaimed ecstatically, pulling her into a fierce hug. Theresa smiled brightly and hugged her sister-in-law back. Tai smiled amusedly, happy for his mother. His mother was extremely close to her in-laws.

"I'm going to get take a breather," Tai called out to no one in particular, slinking out the front door. Though it was great - if not a little tiring - having his family over, Tai really needed some space. He breathed the fresh air in deeply, watching appreciatively as he watched his breath in the cold. He closed his eyes, leaning his upper torso over the edge.

"I don't think that's very safe," a familiar voice chided lightly. Tai spun around, his eyes wide, and his pulse beating erratically. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sora's familiar red hair.

"Is every girl I know trying to kill me or what?" He muttered sarcastically, a grin playing on his lips. Sora put her hands on her hips in mock annoyance.

"First of all, I don't know what you're talking about. Second of all, aren't you going to compliment me on my dress?"

Tai smiled and laughed deeply, embracing Sora tightly. He took in the flowery scent of her perfume, breathing into her neck. "I helped you pick it out, you know."

Sora laughed with him, pulling back slightly. "Yeah, I know. But it's still nice to hear it." She stuck out her red lips, morphing her face into a classic pout. Tai laughed again, but happily compiled to her request.

"You look good."

Sora raised a brow, "Just good?"

Tai smiled again, his grin filling his whole face. "No, not just good. Amazing, beautiful, breathtaking, awe-inspiring, magnificent, astounding, spectacular, incred - Well, you get the point."

"Yeah. I didn't know you had such a way with words, Mr. Kamiya."

Tai winked, "There's a lot of things you don't know about, Miss Takenouchi."

'That's what worries me,' Sora thought momentarily, before shaking the thoughts out of her head. She didn't need to worry on a night like this. Tonight was going to be fun. Meeting the parents was a big step, anyway.

Tai grasped Sora's hand in his own as they walked into Tai's front door. Tai knew his mother would confront Sora immediately - as she had been doing with all guests so far - and wanted to give her a little reassurance. Sora's posture was relaxed, but Tai knew her well enough that he could see the little signs of concern etched in her features. He gave her hand a quick squeeze, before taking a breath and opening the door.

Immediately, (just as Tai had guessed) his mother's face erupted into a hundred watt grin and she bluntly pulled Sora into a hug. Sora looked shocked for a minute, her posture stiffening, but she slowly grew more comfortable and hugged her back. Tai's mom gently pushed her away, her brown eyes sparkling.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Sora," Yuuko spoke comfortably, as if talking to her long-lost daughter.

Sora smiled winningly, "It's so great to meet you too, Mrs. Kamiya. Tai's told me all about you. I'm so excited!"

Yuuko smiled, blushing lightly at the girl's praise. She gestured towards the crowd of people, "I wouldn't want to keep you waiting. There are lots of people to meet, I'm sure. Hope you don't get too overwhelmed."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine," Sora laughed, smiling brightly at the older woman. Tai couldn't stop a grin from breaking out on his face. 'This is all going so easy. If anyone ruins this, I'll kill them,' Tai thought, not exactly sure if he was being serious.

"Well, we better get this over with," Tai groaned theatrically, pulling Sora to his side. Sora smiled up at him, whispering into his ear. "Stop being such a baby. I'm excited to meet your relatives. They seem cool!"

Tai shrugged, "Yeah, whatever you say. Take it from someone who knows: they're annoying."

"But you still love them," Sora stated simply, more of a statement than an actual question.

"Yep," Tai agreed, smiling at his girlfriend.

"And who is this?" A slightly nasally voice asked. Tai bit back a groan - this particular great aunt (or something like that) was known for running her mouth - and turned around with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hey, Aunt Marie," Tai greeted coolly, tightening his grip on Sora. Sora's gaze flickered to him momentarily, but she extended her hand.

"I'm Sora Takenouchi. It's great to meet you."

Tai's aunt looked Sora up and down, clearly assessing her. She gave a small purr, "Well, Tai, you could have done worse." Sora awkwardly brought her hand back to her side, growing slightly red in the face.

Tai's eyes widened and he felt an unexplainable urge to smack his palm against his forehead. This woman just wouldn't learn.

Sora took it in stride, though, and quickly bounced back. "Thank you . . . I guess," Sora smiled widely, "So what are you interested in?"

Marie ignored Sora, turning to Tai. "She's fine, but what about that one girl you used to date?" Tai stiffened and his eyes were wide and frightened. His Aunt either didn't notice or ignored him, because she kept going. "Kali or Karly? Something like that. She was a looker, if I do say so myself. You guys seemed so close. Whatever happened to her?"

"Different interests," Tai barked out, grinding his teeth together.

His Aunt stared at him disapprovingly, making a hum of disproval. "That's not a very good reason to end a relationship with such a great girl. No offense," his Aunt added on, glancing briefly at Sora. Sora just stood back, watching with interest and concern at their conversation.

Tai's eyes fluttered angrily, and he answered coldly. "Good enough reason for me. And that's all that really matters, isn't it?" Tai glared fiercely at his Aunt, as if daring her to question him.

"I suppose," she admitted reluctantly.

"Good. Moving on," Tai said, grabbing Sora's shoulder and gently steering him away from his Aunt. Apparently, it wasn't enough for her though.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Tai's shoulder tensed and he turned around angrily. "We have other people to see. I'm sorry."

She waved him off, rolling his eyes. "Fine then. Have a good night."

"I plan to."

They talked with Tai's other relatives for a few hours (successfully avoiding his Aunt Marie), before Sora pulled him out onto his balcony. Tai groaned appreciatively, letting the air cool him down. Sora smiled softly at him, leaning against the edge.

"It's beautiful," she muttered softly, not taking her eyes off the horizon.

"It really is," Tai agreed. Sora nodded mutely and Tai groaned.

"What's bothering you?" He asked, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder. She tried to shrug, but eventually turned to him.

"What was your aunt talking about?"

Tai played dumb. "Which one, Sora? We talked to a lot of my aunts," he attempted to grin nonchalantly, but winced when he say Sora's glare fixed upon him.

"You know who I mean, Taichi," Sora stated bluntly.

Tai was about to argue, but slowly dropped his shoulders. "Yeah . . . I guess I do."

"So," Sora said gently, "Are you going to tell me what she was talking about?"

"Ex-girlfriend," Tai mumbled into his hands. Sora put her hands on her hips and glared at her boyfriend with alarming intensity.

"I know that, Tai. Can we please cut the crap? I just want to know what happened to you! Joe and Izzy won't tell me anything and now your aunt . . ." Sora trailed off, not sure how to continue. Tai sighed, resigned.

"Y-you're right."

Sora's eyes softened as she saw him stumble and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You don't have to."

"I want to," he countered gently. "You deserve to know."

He laughed shakily, pulling himself off from the balcony ledge. "Well, it all started my Sophomore year . . ."

XxFlashbackxX

Tai laughed happily, watching Izzy and Joe (rather animatedly) argue about the pros and cons of ranch dressing.

"There are such freaks," Mimi said truthfully, adoration seeping into her voice.

"Of course," Matt agreed, laughing.

"But they're our dorks," Tai pointed out, cracking a grin. Matt and Mimi smiled and nodded. Tai turned his attention back to his food, hungrily scraping his fork against the bottom of his plate to get the last drops of his pasta sauce.

"Ummm . . . Tai?" A new voice broke in and Tai looked up in alarm.

"Kali?" He said, surprised. Not that they didn't get along, but they really didn't hang out outside of the classroom.

"Err, yeah," she spoke nervously, pulling on her blue top. He dropped his fork on his plate, slightly disappointed he wouldn't get to continue eating for awhile. Kali was nice, but she sure liked to talk. Matt and Mimi pointedly turned away, but Tai knew they were listening in. Matt shoulders were tensed and Tai mentally told himself to ask him about that later.

"So . . . what's up?"

Kali shrugged and smiled widely (though it looked a little fake to Tai). "I was just, err, wondering if you wanted to go . . . on a date with me?" Kali offered weakly, her cheeks turning slightly pink. Tai's eyes widened and he stared at her in surprise.

"I, err, sure," he stammered out. Kali grinned, replacing her timid exterior with one of confidence.

"Great. Pick me up at seven?"

". . . Sure."

"Good," she smiled widely, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. Tai blushed and his hand unconsciously went up to the spot where Kali's lips had just been.

"Stop blushing, Kamiya, you look a sixth grader," Mimi chided lightly. Tai's face burned, but he nodded, taking his hand off.

"I'm just kidding!" Mimi yelled, coming up to hug her friend.

"That's awesome, Tai. I'm so happy for you," she continued, squeezing him tightly.

"Thanks," Tai murmured, still somewhat dazed.

"Maybe you should reconsider." Matt's thin voice broke into Mimi's happy chatter and both Mimi and Tai looked up at him in surprise.

"Why?" Tai questioned, growing suspicious.

Matt's eyes widened, sensing their wariness and he tried to appear calm.

"Well, it's just . . . you don't know her very well, do you?"

"No," Tai admitted, his gaze flicking back to Kali's table.

Mimi put her hands on her hips, "But he will. That's the whole point, Einstein."

"Still," Matt continued, ignoring the murderous looks his girlfriend was throwing him.

"Don't you think you should, I don't know, consider all your options?"

Tai stared at his best friend intently. "Why? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Matt's eyes flickered briefly to a table filled with some popular kids and he sighed deeply. "No. No, it's nothing. Never mind. I hope you guys have fun together." Matt smiled unconvincingly and Tai regarded him carefully.

"If you say so . . ."

"HE DOES!" Mimi screeched.

"Fine," Matt said blankly.

"Fine," Tai echoed.

-o-

"I can't believe we've been going out for two months," Kali bubbled, latching herself on to Tai's side.

"Yeah, it's great!" Tai agreed, smiling brightly at the girl on his arm. She laughed and kissed him softly.

"You're family is so cute! I love you're little sister."

"They love you too. It's kind of weird actually . . . I've never seen them accept someone so willingly," Tai mused out loud, his gaze shifting to the night sky.

"We could take that as a sign," Kali said slyly, gazing up at Tai under her eyelashes. Tai grinned brightly and wrapped his fingers around her smaller ones.

"Yeah."

-o-

"What are we doing here?" Tai asked happily, staring up at Kali's enormous house.

"Y-you've been here before. It's nothing special," Kali stammered. Her face was a shade too pale and she was squeezing Tai's fingers extra hard.

"Yeah, I know. I just thought we were going to that new restaurant."

Kali laughed unsteadily and smiled at Tai. "I'd kind of rather be at my house."

"I'd kind of rather be at your house, too," Tai smiled, his eyes sparkling. Kali bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes misting over slightly as she gazed up at Tai.

Tai's eyes grew concerned and his finger flicked out to wipe a stray tear away.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, highly concerned for his girlfriend.

Kali nodded, her eyes tired. "I'm fine, honey. Let's just get going." They walked silently to the front door, Tai's posture relaxed and Kali's nervous. She opened up the door anticlimactically and brashly announced their entrance.

"So . . . we're here," Kali spoke loudly, her voice vibrating off the long walls.

"Yeah," Tai agreed, regarding his girlfriend with a strange look.

Tai put an arm around her shoulder and studied her carefully. "You sure you're alright?"

Kali nodded feigning happiness, but finally sighed. "I . . . guess. I'm fine. Just a little nervous."

Tai's face contorted into one of confusion. "Why?"

Kali closed her eyes, breathing deeply, before opening them up. "Just . . . it kind of feels like today's going to be special."

Tai nodded, "Yeah, it really does." Kali smiled sadly at the brunet for a minute, before pulling him forward to her father's den. They stayed there for an hour or so, watching TV, cuddling, and laughing, before Kali's face turned suddenly stony.

"Tai," she began, turning towards him.

"Yeah?"

Kali's eyes flickered briefly towards the corner of the room before turning her attention back to her boyfriend. She breathed deeply, tears almost threatening to spill from her eyes.

"I . . . love you."

Tai's eyes widened. They had been dating for a little over two months, but neither of them had mentioned the "L" word. It was kind of an unspoken agreement. Tai didn't tell almost anyone he loved them and Kali knew that, so she never pressured him. He kind of thought he would be the first one to say it, but now he knew he had to answer.

Tai's mouth was dry and he licked his lips. "I . . . uh, love you too."

Kali's eyes widened and if it was possible, she looked even more miserable.

"Really? You're really, really sure?" She pleaded him silently with her eyes and if Tai didn't know better, she almost looked like she wanted him to take it back.

"Yeah. I'm sure," Tai spoke smoothly, suddenly believing the words from his lips.

"Oh God, Tai," Kali stuttered, throwing her arms around his neck. He stiffened for a moment, before quickly hugging her back and kissing her softly on top of the head.

"You mean so much to me, Kali."

"Hmm," she muttered from his shoulder.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you," he murmured truthfully, stroking her hair.

If it was possible, her body shook harder and she tightened her grip on him.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"For what?"

"Nothing . . . forget I said anything."

"Alright . . . "

-o-

Tai's eyes were wide and he was staring up at the TV in his classroom in complete shock.

"I . . . uh, love you, too," his own voice stammered out from the TV. He was nearly frantic, but refused to meet the eyes of his incredulous classmates. Who had gotten this tape? Why was their a tape of him and Kali? Why where they playing in every classroom of the school? What the hell was going on?

The video cut to another scene and Tai watched it anxiously, blocking out the murmured whispers of his classmates, his teacher yelling in the phone at the office to get "This darn thing off! What is wrong with you people?" He even ignored Mimi, Izzy, and Joe's anxious stares that he could feel boring into the back of his head.

"You mean so much to me, Kali."

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you," his own voice echoed carefully around the room. The screen quickly cut to Kali and a group of her friends.

"Hey Kamiya," a particular nasty jock called out, waving to the screen theatrically.

Another one of her friends pushed him out of the way and smiled sharply at the camera.

"Kali has something she wants to say to you, honey," she muttered, before breaking into laughter. The camera quickly moved to Kali's face. It was blank and completely devoid of emotion. Her voice was hollow and extremely un-Kali like.

"I have to tell you the truth, Tai," she began, her eyes not blinking.

"I don't love you," her mouth turned into a slightly malicious smile, her eyes flickering anxiously to her friends who were laughing in the background.

"It was all a ruse. I never loved you. Heck, I never even liked you. You're not that good looking, you play a dumb sport, and you're not that good at kissing," she spoke unwavering, ticking the reasons off her fingers. Her last sentence made her friends erupt into laughter again.

"You're just easy to play, Kamiya. As if I could ever love you." She laughed bitterly, her eyes only showing the slightest bit of remorse.

She smiled at the camera. "And do you know who gave us this brilliant idea? None other than you're 'best friend'," she used air quotes bitingly.

"That's right, Kamiya. Matt Ishida sold you out. He's the one who gave us the idea. I guess your friendship just isn't as important as popularity. Thanks again, Matt! We have a seat at our table all for you!" Kali's eyes watered noticeably, but she quickly hit a button, ending their broadcast. Tai could only blink stupidly at the TV for awhile. The classroom was (for once) deathly silent. It was quickly broken by an indignant screech.

"OH. MY. GOD." Mimi slammed her fist on the table after each word. She rose quickly, with Izzy and Joe on right behind her.

"I will kill him!" She screamed darkly. The teacher quickly tried to silence her, but surprisingly, it was Izzy who dealt with him.

"Shut up," Izzy flicked a glance at the teacher, whose eyes were now wide, with his mouth hanging open.

"If you three don't get a hold of yourselves - "

Joe stared the teacher down, for once not caring about his grades. "We'll get detention? Suspended? Fine. I don't care."

"He's dead," Mimi muttered with finality. She was about to walk out the door, but a tired voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Stop."

Mimi whirled around, her anger replaced with concern. "Tai?"

"I'm fine," he answered numbly.

"No, you're not," Joe countered, stepping closer to his friend.

"I am. If I say it, it's true, right? Trust me."

"But - "

"No 'buts', Izzy. Can we just get this over with?" He directed his last question towards the teacher who nodded, completely dazed.

"No way, I'm not - !"

"Sit down, Mimi." Mimi opened her mouth to protest and for the first time throughout this whole ordeal, Tai raised his voice.

"Sit down, Mimi."

She nodded reluctantly, making her way back towards her seat. Izzy and Joe followed, throwing concerned glances at their mutual best friend.

"I'm fine," Tai repeated to himself. "I'm fine."

XxEnd FlashbackxX

"After that everything kind of fell apart. Mimi and Matt were already rocky and this almost pushed them over the edge. Mimi was furious, of course. I think," he smiled, "that she even slapped Kali, but I could never get a straight answer out of any of them."

Sora just stared at her boyfriend in horror and concern, but made no move to interrupt him.

"Of course, the thing Matt did after that kind of ruined it for them. We quickly just broke apart. Like that," Tai snapped his fingers and rested his head against the cement wall.

Sora stared at him for a minute, before finding her voice.

"How . . . How could he?"

Tai raised an eyebrow. "Who? Matt?"

"Yes," Sora hissed angrily.

Tai shrugged indifferently. "Don't hate him before you know him, Sora. He has a lot more depth to him then most people think. He told me the truth back then . . . I just didn't believe him."

"With good reason," Sora spit out angrily.

"Don't judge, Sora."

Sora put her hands on her hips and stared at her boyfriend. "Well, what happened then?"

"One day, they called him to hang out. He accepted, of course. They started talking and apparently I came up. One thing led to another and Matt accidentally mentioned how hard it was for me to trust people. I know he didn't do it on purpose. In fact, I think they might have snuck him a little beer."

"How would you know?"

Tai shrugged, "I don't. But I know Matt. And no matter what other terrible things he did, I know he wouldn't have sold me out. He didn't do on purpose. And I know for a fact he didn't have anything to do with their little trick. He just gave them the idea."

"How could she do that to you?" Sora demanded angrily, feeling unprejudiced hatred for a girl she had never even met.

"I don't know," Tai admitted softly. "Sometimes, I try to believe she really didn't want to. That they forced her. That maybe . . . she loved me too. But that's stupid." He smiled widely at his girlfriend.

"But I'm over it. It happened so long ago. I don't care about it. I don't care about her. I only care about you."

"I'll never hurt you," Sora pledged.

Tai smiled widely and pulled her to his chest. "I know, Sora."

"I love you," Sora said, before clasping her hand over her mouth. "No, no! Never mind. Never mind!"

Tai raised a brow, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "So you don't love me?"

Sora's eyes widened and she looked near hysterics. "No, no! I do! I do! I just don't want to tell you right after Kali and that probably hurt so much and - "

"I love you too."

Sora looked up at her boyfriend in shock. "B-but how?" Tai looked at her bemused.

"I mean, how can you love . . . after that?"

Tai shrugged, laughing. "'Cause some people deserve to be loved. I'm not that innocent, Sora. Don't think I'm perfect. I'm far from it."

"I know."

"Good."

He leaned down to kiss her, but quickly pulled away and looked around suspiciously.

"No video cameras?"

Sora smiled, with tears in her eyes. "No. No video cameras." She pushed herself up, kissing him.

xXxXxXxXxXx

Jun sighed, closing her eyes briefly, letting her head fall unceremoniously on the stiff chair. She had been there for a few hours with nothing to do. No matter how much she loved her brother, it was hard just sitting there. That's why she was currently sitting in the waiting room, desperate to get away from the cramped room Davis was in.

"Miss?" A quiet, soothing voice broke Jun out of her reverie and she reluctantly looked at the person who had disturbed her almost slumber.

"What?" She asked, covering a yawn with her hand. He shuffled on his feet, looking slightly embarrassed. 'Must be a newbie,' Jun thought wryly.

"Are you Jun Motomiya?"

Jun's eyes narrowed and she stared at him suspiciously. "Yes. Why?"

He nodded to himself, glancing at his clipboard. "And you are related to Davis Motomiya?"

A bubble of fear rose from the pit of her stomach and Jun (who had never been one for subtleness) grabbed the intern.

"Yes. Why? What's wrong with my brother? What happened?"

He stared at her hands for a second, but didn't move them. In fact, he actually smiled at her.

"Nothing's wrong, Miss. We actually have some good news."

Jun regarded him carefully. "Which is?"

He cleared his throat, reading from his notes. "As you know, for approximately two weeks, Davis Motomiya was in Level One of coma. Meaning, of course, that he was in a deep coma with no response to stimuli. Somewhere in his third week, we found he had drifted into Level Two."

Jun's mouth fell open. "Level Two? That's good, right?"

The intern nodded. "Very good. We informed your parents, but we weren't sure if they told you."

"They didn't mention it," Jun muttered darkly.

He gave her a sympathetic look, before continuing. "As I was saying, sometime in his third week he moved to Level Two. In our tests, he started responding to pain."

Jun's eyes widened. "You put my brother in pain?"

He nodded, "It's the only way. Either way, he responded. He moved slightly in incoherent directions and his brain activity increased."

"And now?" Jun prodded, excitedly.

"Now," the intern nodded, happily. "He is in Level Three. His responses are more specific. For example, our head nurse said his name and instead of his usual clumsy movement, he turned his head towards her."

"That a boy," Jun muttered fondly, too excited to care if she sounded weird.

"So he can hear us?" Jun continued.

"Yes . . . he just won't be able to answer verbally."

Jun nodded, but still looked excited. "This is a good sign, isn't it?"

The intern smiled. "It's a great sign. He's on his way to recovery, Miss."

"Can I see him?"

He nodded, "That's actually what we wanted. Studies have shown patients respond more to familiarity."

Jun sighed, falling back into the chair momentarily.

"I love him," she muttered, her mouth curved into a smile.

"And I'm sure he loves you." The intern extended an arm. "Shall we?"

Jun nodded, her lips turning into a smirk. "Let's do this thing! Here I come, Davis!"

xXxXxXxXxXx

. . . Wow. That was long. I'm not sure I'm going to do that again. It took so much time. D:

I'm sure it's chock full of mistakes, but I'm too tired to go over it. Also, for the record, I researched coma and this is what I came up with. I'm sure it's not completely right, but please don't complain. I'm a creative writer not a technical one.

Please, please review. This took me so long and I would really LOVE to hear what you guys have to say.