Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Harsh Memories ❯ Thoughts of Regret ( Chapter 5 )

thoughts of regret

A/N: Sorry about the small update this time. I will have another chapter up in about a week. Once again, I have to beseech those people reading this (and all one of you who reviewed {I am not counting my Beta reader.}) to please help me by becoming a beta reader for me. While Grey is a great help, the only problem is that she is a little slow to get these out (not her fault, she has her own stuff to do. ) Also, I would like to get a beta reader who has actually watched an episode of Digimon ^_^.

Mura

Takeru lay in stunned silence. Yamato had left only a few minutes ago, after retelling the story to T.K., revealing the fact that Iori had shielded him from near death during the

accident. < I can't believe Iori-chan would do something like that. Then there's the fact that if it hadn't been for me, Iori-chan wouldn't be here now. If only I had been paying more attention to the road, and not been so preoccupied, maybe I could have dodged in time. Then neither of us would have to be in this mess, > Takeru thought sullenly as he attempted to shift his body for the third time in as many minutes. T.K. began to focus on the sounds of the drip I.V. that still supplied his body with nutrients, as he attempted to fall asleep.

After another twenty minutes struggling, Takeru realized it was futile. He began to stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to relax his body enough to simulate rest. Unfortunately, his mind wouldn't allow him to rest. He once again began running through the accident, trying to remember anything important that would either help the police catch the man responsible, or would help alleviate his feelings of guilt over Iori's injuries. < If only I could remember the license plate of the car, I would at least be able to tell the police what they were looking for. >

Takeru began racking his brain, trying to figure out the plate's number series. The sound of a door opening caught his attention, as the once dark room was filled with a soft light.

" Hey Keru-chan," a raspy voice tried to say, before seeming to catch on a sob.

Takeru watched as the figure moved inwards, till she was only about two feet from his side.

Miyako Inoue looked horrible. It had to be obvious that she had been crying, even if you hadn't looked at her bloodshot eyes. Miyako's hair was also unkempt, and her body began shaking slightly.

Takeru was unsure whether the last part was from sobs, or from exhaustion as he took in her appearance. It only took Takeru a few minutes to guess why she looked so horrible. < I guess this means Iori isn't very well off. > He sighed mentally.

"Sorry I haven't been in to see you yet Keru-chan, but as you can probably tell, I've been preoccupied. " Miyako spoke softly, trying to hide the sadness in her voice.

" How has he been doing? " Takeru ventured softly, hoping to drag some information out of Miyako.

" The doctors said that he'll live through this, but Iori still hasn't woken up yet. His physician said that it's more like he doesn't want to wake up yet. They think he's probably trying to deal with everything that happened during the last few days. I've tried to tell him that you're all right, but that still doesn't seem to be enough. " Miyako finished softly as she began to tear up once again.

" Iori's strong Miya-chan, He'll be able to wake up soon. He's probably just enjoying some well-deserved R&R. By the way, have they said anything about his physical condition? From what Niichan said, I wasn't sure whether or not there would be any permanent damage. "

" His doctor said that he'll be pretty weak for the next month or so, but beyond that, Iori

should heal naturally, and be just about as good as new. Everyone was more worried about you actually, since from the way you hit the pavement like that we were pretty sure you would end up with a concussion. " As Miyako finished filling Takeru in on the details, she pulled a chair close to the bed and sat herself down. She began to busy herself with removing the hair from Takeru's vision as she continued, " Everyone thought that if nothing else, we would end up losing one of you. Come to think of it, we ended up being pretty lucky that you guys weren't hurt too bad. "

Takeru turned his head away from Miyako as he began to talk suddenly. " I still feel pretty responsible for everything. If I hadn't been so preoccupied, maybe I could have made it out of the way in time and Iori wouldn't have gotten hurt at all. "

"Takeru, you can't think like that! " Miyako began raising her voice sharply. " You know Iori would never blame you for the accident! You didn't do anything wrong, the only person who's at fault for this is the psychotic bastard that ran into you!" she finished, nearly yelling the last part.

Takeru flinched softly as he absorbed her words. Then, for the first time since he learned the truth behind what had happened, he began to slowly drift off into sleep. As Takeru drifted off, Miyako slowly began to gently stroke his hair. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Keru-chan, but you know how much Iori-kun means to me. I just want to make sure he makes it out alive. "