Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ My Glass Doll ❯ Fixing Broken Pieces ( Chapter 2 )

NOTES: Yeah ,yeah have to do one of these. I don't own Digimon nor the characters used (sucks huh?) DON'T SUE PLEASE!!
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Would like to deicate this the three/two people who help me with this idea and all those who helped me last year (2002) LOVE YOU -^_^- Plus all those readers who have written such nice comments =) Galf you are enjoying thsi story and will enjoy this chapter and the next one that will follow.
*WARNING* Some language is used is about attempted suicide, contains blood and more blood! Broken families, depression, the use of drugs plus have Yaoi flavour throughout.

By WerewolfGirl/Sasha Malauschek-Borsack
My Glass Doll: Chapter 2
Fixing Broken Pieces.

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White. Everything is white that's all I can see where the hell am I? Did I really die and this is the afterlife I see before by eyes? Slowly things in front of me began to start swimming back into focus, shapes of objects faint smells and noises all coming back to me. With my eyes the slow vision forming I could make out the outline of a bed all covered in white sheets, wires coming from sacks and bleeping noising from machines at the side of my head. My head it felt dizzy just taking in these sights my senses being switched back on like a light, one by one but powering up calling on any reserve of energy it could find in my body. My brain groggy from trying to remember everything that happened and working out the place I was lying.

A hospital bed this was where I am for sure. What else could be so white and the faint humming and bleeping of a life support machine mixed up with the distinctive smells of disinfectant that clouded the air of hospitals. But how did I get here, all I can remember… what do I remember? My mind can't work so fast to answer to my own question. There's something on my face that itches what on earth is it? I reached to try and grab it though at first my hand didn't want to move from my side, it felt so heavy even my commandment from my brain for it to move, my arm up would not let it happen. Had I forgot how to control this mortal frame I was in? I heard myself mumble something softly before my hand actually went up to my face and to take off this thing that was itching my face, a breathing mask? What happened to me that could make me have something to breathe for me putting precious air into my lungs which now my own mouth and nose were doing for me as usual.

'Ani-kun?' Came a small voice to my ears, I could not register the owner of the voice though I knew the words and I heard the emotion but just could not sort it out in my brain. I allowed my eyes to drift towards the source of the noise to a figure sitting close to me. The figure was young and male with a mess of blond hair and two blue eyes like my own staring back at me I could read his emotions now it was of a worried nature or was it a wondering happiness? 'Ani-kun? Yama-San?' A young teenage male voice just at the developing of a broken voice such as the nature of young teens, I felt the hand that I had taken the breathing mask off with clasped.

"OtÜto, Takeru?" I asked my voice was sluggish I could hear no emotion just so flat and expressionless, no character unlike my usual voice I know of. But my reply I could feel my hand being gripped harder and a white grin spreading over the young boy face. The joyful expression I know and love so much of my younger brother.

'Oh Yamato your awake this is so great! We have been worried about you, no one thought you where going to make it through the night yesterday…wait don't go anywhere I'm going to get Mum and Dad…Stay where you are don't go away!' He said these words so fast that my brain had to take a second to go over each word, I felt his grip leave my hand and watched as he ran out the door calling for a doctor and my parents.

I fancied that I was feeling stronger with each passing second that I was getting my senses back totally only my brain was alittle slow; a whole numb state had taken over my right hand. I looked down and could see a neatly wrapped bandage covering my whole wrist and the lower part of my palm. So this was the end of that wound I have given myself no blood was noticeable to make me ill again or feel the warm liquid run down my arm once more. Just a white bandage which now my skin was still so pale it made the bandages look a shade of grey. I tried to force myself alittle higher in the bed from my lying down state but only managed so far as to the tops of my shoulder blades onto the pillow. Not as high as I wanted to as I wanted to sit up but this will do, my strength still has yet to totally come back from this accident which has happened.

I heard a movement from the hallway and just looked up as people started to flood into the room; my parents and younger brother with a doctor and another male, the blue haired youth Jyou. How long has he been here? Surly not all this time, come to think of it how long have I actually been here? Before I could even ask that question my mother seemed to have caught me in a half embrace kissing me on the cheek. I was stopped by this I have not in a long time never had this much affection from my mother, not since my parents divorce and that was way over 11 years ago. 'Oh Yamato you have had me so worried don't you ever do anything like this again.' Her voice seemed to be so heavy in emotion she had removed herself from hugging me but was holding on to my left hand as if I was about to try and run off somewhere, not like I really could. She was looking at me before the Doctor politely coughed to get our attention to him. 'Hum sorry, well Mr Ishida you have been very lucky that you got to the hospital just in time. But there are some measures of treatment we have to put you on now.'

'I assure you doctor this will only happens the once.' My father butted in looking at the doctor nervously as he flipped a piece of paper on his clip-board, if my dad was feeling nervous he was defiantly feeling it for me. What sort of treatments aren't I just going to be sent home with some painkillers?

'I'm sorry Mr Ishida, Yamato will have to have weekly sessions with a Psychologist and will have to be put on a mixed treatment of drugs to help in recovery. Though he will have to stay in for some over night observations but after that we allow him home.'

So I just have to stay here for a couple of nights then I will get to go home that's good, I don't know what it is about hospitals but they give off a weird vibe I don't like. They just feel uncomfortable surly other people might feel the same way about these places.

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I have been in this hospital for hours well if I want to be a doctor I was certainly getting used to the place, I didn't want to go home I wanted to know how Yamato was doing. I was hanging around in the waiting room while his brother and mother arrived though I could not stand waiting around doing nothing. I'm glad now I am a med. student as I was able to go and help to do some trivial things, well it's work experience plus my father was on call so it was better for me to show I was trying to learn something whilst waiting. Though when the news came from Takeru that Yamato had woken up from his long sleep I think my heart stopped and breathed a huge sigh of relief, I had been very worried more than I am normally. I was not really doing the small pieces of work because I hated waiting I did but more of a reason was to try and get my mind off things that one of my best friends was rushed in because of a suicide attempt. I was truly afraid when we got him here that he had died in my arms, well for a spilt second he might have been but the team of doctors on call saved his life though this sign he had woken up was definitely a good one.

I followed the anxious family of the Ishida and Takiashi as well as my father the doctor who had been in charge when Yamato was brought in to talk about the treatments he will need once he lives the Hospital. I was not that much of a Med. student I could only guess what medication he will have to take most likely two types of painkillers or so I could guess. I noticed Yamato's eyes flash once more in my direction before looking at his parents, those sapphire eyes where breathtaking I could get lost in those eyes if his gaze lasted longer on me.

I watched as Miss Takiashi brushing Yamato's long golden hair out of his face in the way only mother's could do, I had never seen Yama be so close to his mother and clearly now I could see where his looks had mainly come from. "Well the doctors have done their observations there will be a bed made in spare bedroom where I can keep a better eye on you until your well again, then we can make some other arrangements…"

"Excuse me Natsuko what is that meant to mean?"

"It means Hiroaki. I want both of my sons under my roof that way I can keep a much better eye on their behaviour so nothing like this happens. Clearly as usual you where thinking about work more than the well being of your son!"

I began to watch nervously along with the doctor and Takeru as Natsuko and Hiroaki where glaring at each other like one would drop dead in a second, beginning up an heated argument on parenting skills and whose will be more able to care for the injured teenager.

"We had an agreement that I looked after Yamato and your look after Takeru."

"Yes well I want both the boys with me!"

"Please Mr Ishida and Miss Takaishi could you keep your voices down this is a hospital people are needing their rest…"

The doctor had bravely stepped in between the two trying to stop their argument and calm them down. Well he was brave or so I will dub him being as both their faces had be turned into a twisted mask of anger and screaming at one another ignoring the doctors attempt interruptions. Takeru was standing close to the door looking like a lost and frightened child his own sapphire eyes locked closely on his two shouting parents, the loud yells where even making me nervous and the scene of fighting parents brought up a bad memory from my own family. The day I lost my self-confidence and turned me into a spine-less wimp until I got it back in the Digital World.

"I agreed that Yamato would be my responsibly and you are not going to take him away from me Natsuko! I am not going to let you break my family up anymore by taking both -"

"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!"

The whole room had jumped faces turning towards the youth holding himself up to sit with all his recovering strength he could muster shouting for silence. I had not looked at Yamato while his parents fought I could see his rounded broad shoulder shaking either from emotion or under the strain of his body to sit up. His face was looking down into his lap so his hair hid his pale face his left hand clutching tightly to the white hospital sheets around him.

"Oh Yamato you should be resting" Natsuko's voice has soften she moved to put her feminine hands on his shoulders though he moved his body away from her reaching grasp dismissive. "No…You two don't know anything."

"But Yamato-San we-"

"Shut Up!"

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I could not hold my head up to look at the people in the room my body was struggling enough to even keep me up like this and also I could feel salty tear in stinging my eyes. I hated people seeing me cry and I was not going to allow my family my dearest loved ones to see me. I knew they where all watching me I could feel their eyes upon my person, the room had gone silent all expect the bleeping heart monitor that had doubled it's high pitched beeps. I did not need that machine to know my heart was beating more I could feel it inside my rib cage pumping away forcing me to breathe more heavily, my lungs where being to burn and ache trying to breath in some oxygen. I must speak now this silence will give them a chance to shut me up but I don't want to be silent I hate my parents arguing. I had to put up with it most of the young childhood I had a full memory of what that divorce was like, all that fighting and screaming then being whisked away from the only home I knew leaving behind my beloved little brother and mother.

"I hate it when you two argue, you two act like children sometimes and you are talking about me like I'm some sort of toy not your son. Because of your fighting I can barely remember when we all lived together as a happy family, a normal family. When you spilt up did you ever think how it would have affected Takeru or me? You didn't did you?"

I had to pause for breath and to gather some words, all the room was silent and I knew I they where looking at me and I had their full attention on me. Good I want them to hear me and to know what I am feeling I have to get this off my chest to let them know for once and for all what I think and why I tried to kill myself or maybe half the reason.

"Have you ever wondered why I was so distant from you two? It's because after we all spilt up I figured I should not talk about my feelings and that you didn't want to be together that you did not want me. So I pushed everyone away because I didn't want to be hurt again…. I want us to be a normal family without all the fighting….I want to be alone now go away!"

My body was trembling so much now and the tears where running down my cheeks, no one should see these tears falling from my eyes. I stopped holding myself up my back was aching too much, sliding down into the bed using my left hand I pulled the cover high over my head and turned my face away from the visitors as my tears started pouring in full flow. The room was so quiet though the door creaked on its opening hinges and the doctor's voice quiet them calm spoke out. I think Yamato needs some rest if you all please follow me we'll talk somewhere else."

There were the hushed steps of them leaving the room, leaving me alone with my tears and emotions. How can my own wonders make me so upset they where just my real thoughts how can I cry so much over saying them aloud? This almost death experince has made me weak.

My face might have been half buried and hidden in white sheets and a pillow though I could still feel a pair of lingering eyes on me silent and steady, I knew who this person was. I squeezed my eyes harder together in a hopeless battle to stop the tears coming from my emotionally torn and weak body.

Jyou why are you always here for me this event I did not want you to be involved in I didn't want you to see my pain and tears but you have been here like a reliable shadow. I didn't want you here but you are here and I'm truly grateful for the fact you're here with me. I'm happy you've always been here for me.

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"Yama-kun put your oxygen mask on it will help you breathe better." I walked to the side of his bed handing him the clear plastic breathing apparatus, after his strong and emotional words everyone seemed to have forgotten that I was standing amongst his family listening to him finally speak those words he had no doubt been waiting to say. I stood watching the hidden figure beneath the sheets I knew he was crying his shoulders and breathing patterns where giving it away though no sign of a tear I could see. My poor Yamato I wish I knew more what was going on inside that mind of yours, I had truly fallen in love with you and for me to see you upset and in pain does hurt me. I wish I could say something to make you happy to make you confide in me everything you have locked away in that heart of yours. You don't let many people close to your heart I know that only a special few are allow but I to so desperately be one of those people. I want to help you and to protect you from pain.

A slender pale hand emerged from the sheet opened palmed there I place the mask into his outstretched hand, regrettably I felt my feet move me towards the door and my fingertips touch the cool doorknob. I looked back to him once more with a defeated and sad smile at the blond singer. "I'll make sure no one come in here so you can get some rest" I heard my own voice hushed like I was in a temple and trying to keep it's holy silence. I slowly opened the door taking my steps to leave but a weak voice caught me ears. "Thank you Jyou."

I smiled more happily not bothering to turn around I let the door close behind me, the younger needed his rest. You don't need to thank me Yamato I thank you for being a fighter and staying with us on this earth alittle while longer.


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Yamato is on the end and got thing off his chest, but will Jyou managed to say what he really feels? Well you'll just have to find out in the next chapter ;)

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