A/N: This... is a long time coming. Sorry for the huge wait guys, I lost the notebook (paper) that had the story in it. I found it under my mattress. Which I almost took a knife to. But yeah, I found it, don't worry. Congratulations to OneTruePanda, or SoggyBreadLoaf as they are now called, for getting an account! But yeah, me and my mattress will have words later, but I shouldn't keep you from the story, so here it is!

Chapter 8: Recovery Pt 1

I woke to a pair of emerald eyes looking in worry. They were framed by slightly messy brown hair. I groaned and the eyes quickly vanished.

"Ugh... Lopmon, did you get the number of the trailmon that hit me?"

"Um... sorry." A voice quietly squeaked out from nearby. I turned my head, recognizing the sick ward from the castle, and the brunette looking sheepishly downcast.

Oh yeah, I didn't get hit by a trailmon, just fought a hyperactive teenage girl. What was her name? I always had trouble with names... "It's okay, I'm still alive." I said weakly.

"Really?!" The girl's countenance brightened immediately, I was thrown for a loop at how fast she had shifted emotions. Then she tackled me, although it didn't hurt.

"Hey! Give the patient some space!" I heard a voice call from above me. I looked up to see a Monitamon dressed in a doctor's outfit acting as the heart monitor. "His heart rate just jumped greatly!"

"Sorry..." The girl went back to being downcast a few feet away.

"You've never actually been hit by a Trailmon, have you?" Lopmon asked after a few seconds of silence.

"It happens more often than you would think." I told him flatly. "Usually I'm not even on their tracks when it happens."

I then noticed the overwhelming pain every cell of my body was in. "GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I squirmed and struggled against bonds that held me to the bed I was in, I couldn't feel my left arm. A glance showed it was wrapped like a mummy. I continued to struggle for another minute before I felt some of the pain disappear.

"I swear, you humans will be the death of me." A Harpymon dressed as a nurse muttered to himself as he threw away a needle and left me alone.

I focused, whatever I did caused me to get really hurt. Then it started flooding back. I had used the Manipulation Wave with one hand. I silently thanked whatever god that was protecting me that I didn't die, and turned to the girl. Phoebe was her name I think.

I had just enough time to brace for impact before the girl was almost on top of me. She was crying and muttering the word sorry over and over again. I tried to shift my right arm to try and comfort her, but found it was firmly wedged under something kind of soft, and a little firm. It took me a few seconds before I realized what held my arm in place.

"It's okay, really, but do you think you could, uh, move a little?" I said, I was positive my face was redder than a Rosemon. I nudged my head towards my arm and her face instantly lit with color as well.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry."

"Are you two lovebirds done yet?" Lopmon stood up and I saw behind him the small rabbit digimon Phoebe had with her when we met. It giggled.

"We shall never speak of this again." I stated to the girl.

"Agreed." She replied quickly.

"Sadly, I don't think the doctor quite agrees with that sentiment." Lopmon pointed out, I turned to see instead of a heart monitor, the doctor Monitamon's screen showed a bar that said 'UPLOADING' that looked full. The number below it flashed from 99 to 100.

"Photos successfully uploaded to the Monitamon Network." He said proudly. If I hadn't been restrained...

I sighed, hopefully only the Monitamon would know about it.

"So... who exactly are you?" I asked the girl after a few minutes of awkward silence.

The girl, whose name I was positive was Phoebe, smiled and posed. "I am Phoebe Drake! Who are you?"

"Rick Foster. So, any particular reason why you attacked me?" I replied.

Phoebe giggled. "I didn't attack you, I was playing a game with you."

I closed my eyes and sighed. Of course. "You stabbed me in the arm."

"I know!" Phoebe's emerald eyes shone with excitement. "It was so much fun!"

I decided to ignore the fact that the girl was clearly insane and instead turned to face my partner. "So, how did your fight go?"

"Well, I was doing pretty well, especially since you kept feeding me extra digisoul. Did you know Wendigomon can manipulate space? I only found out last week."

Wait... "Last... week?" I asked as I was struck with a realization. "How long, exactly, have I been out?"

"Patient was comatose for exactly 9 days, 4 hours, 52 minutes and 34.8 seconds." Doctor Monitamon said. "And I don't think you'll relapse, so I'm gonna go. You know where to find me if he does relapse bunny butt." Lopmon sniggered.

"You've got it Doctor Screensaver." He replied with a mock salute.

The Monitamon walked off muttering something about rabbits and cheese spray.

"Anyway, what happened at the end of the 'game' we 'played.'" I asked Phoebe.

"Y-your sickle almost sliced into Lady Phoebe..." The digimon beside Lopmon said timidly. "S-she blocked it with her knife and you cut through, a-and then..."

"Shh... it's okay Luna." Lopmon said gently. "Basically Phoebe's alive because you ran out of digisoul to maintain both your weapon and consciousness the moment before your sickle would have touched her."

"I figured something like that's what happened." I said. "I'm guessing I either shot the wave in a direction other than yours, or you created a pocket dimension for a few minutes with the huge amount of digisoul I was wasting." I glanced towards Phoebe, "And sorry about your knife."

"Oh, it's fine." Phoebe said as she pulled out a pair of black handled knives. They looked like the blades were made out of some kind of opaque ruby or garnet. Or covered in congealed blood. "That nice angel kid gave me a bracelet that turned into these knives, and they fit in my hands a lot better than the old one did."

"Oh, well welcome to the team then." I said as I yawned. "Please don't cut me, and I'm going to go back to sleep." The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was Phoebe rolling her eyes and sheathing her knives.

"Ugh, all this leader stuff is not at all what it seemed to be." Artur grumbled. He had been chosen as replacement team leader while Rick was in the hospital. He had originally argued against his not being a leader, but the digimon decided Rick should do it. Now he was glad that he wasn't a permanent leader for the team of a few people.

"You're the one that volunteered." BlackAgumon reminded the boy.

"I just didn't think there would be so many boring meetings." He groaned. "I mean, Lucemon wants us to just sit here waiting for our enemies instead of marching up to them and busting their bases." He groaned again. "And now we're stuck looking for some kind of hyperactive girl that Lucemon is afraid of."

"Hey, at least we don't have to start searching until tomorrow." BlackAgumon replied. "So for now let's just go to our room and re..."

The current occupants of the room froze when the door opened, Koharu and Youkomon both looked kind of sheepish as they finished eating a bag of chips Artur had made. "Um... oops?"

Artur touched the wall, which then snaked out and bound the girl and her digimon.

"Do you ever feel like our lives might be some kind of cosmic joke?" BlackAgumon asked as they towed Koharu and Youkomon to Lucemon's meeting room.

Artur sighed as they reached the room. "Sometimes I do."

Lucemon looked puzzled as the duo entered the meeting room. "Is there something you need?" He saw two floating bits of wall in circles following them. "And why is the wall following you?"

"You'll never take me alive!" Koharu yelled as both she and Youkomon became visible. Koharu was visibly struggling against her bindings, and failing.

Lucemon sighed as he shook his head. Today was going to be a very long day.

A/N: This is the first part of Recovery, since I want to get this out ASAP. Next time we'll have some backstory explained for characters, and check in on Remi and Tony. Reviews to let me know about any mistakes I might have made are greatly appreciated.