Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ New Life ❯ Backstabbed ( Chapter 6 )

Warnings: Um . . . language in case you couldn't already tell. Still don't know what I'm gonna have Shizuma do to Matt-other than what's already happened, of course. I will still take any suggestions anybody has for what Shizuma has done to Matt! And be amazed! I'm writing this a lot sooner than I thought I would. Not only that, but my pet mice were all dead on Thanksgiving morning. I've had them for more than two years, but they died at the same time, and that's just a little weird. Okay, enough mumbo-jumbo-on with the fic!

New Life

Chapter 6: Backstabbed

Taichi ran into the park as it started to get dark from the sun setting. There was still a bit of gold and pink on the horizon, but the brunette was too busy looking for Yamato to notice the beauty of the last minutes of the sunset.

Finally, he spotted the blonde by the swings, lying unconscious on the ground with his cell phone close to him. "Matt!" he yelled and ran over to his friend. Being very careful to not hurt Yamato, he lifted the blonde into his arms and hugged him. "God-what happened?" When he saw the bleeding gash in Yamato's stomach he saw red, and he knew it was Shizuma who'd done it. "God damn Shizuma. I'm gonna kill that asshole the next time I see him if it's the last thing I do." Taichi was too busy grumbling to hear the slow-approaching footsteps behind him.

Suddenly he felt something stab into his back, obviously aimed for his heart. He froze when he heard an inhuman cry of laughter, but he could tell exactly who it was.

"You're gonna kill me the next time you see me, huh? Well I don't think that's gonna happen, but this is certainly the last thing you're gonna do. See you-when you're dead." Shizuma let out another inhuman laugh and walked away.

Taichi turned a little and saw Shizuma walking away and he cursed silently. Then he remembered that Matt had called using his cell phone earlier, and he started searching for it, even though he knew exactly where it was. He picked it up and dialed 911. There was a kind, feminine voice at the other end of the line, and he couldn't help but calm down a little.

"Hello, what is the emergency?"

"My friend and I have been stabbed. We're in the park."

The woman could hear the strain in his voice, but she kept up her calm tone. "Which park?"

"The one by the high school. We're next to the swings, but I don't know how long we can last. My friend's been unconscious for a while, and I'm fighting to stay awake myself."

"There is an ambulance on the way. Stay awake if you can, and try to stay on the line. Now, where were you and your friend stabbed?"

"He was stabbed in the stomach, and I was stabbed in the back."

"Do you know who did it?"

"Yeah. It . . . was . . ."

Taichi's vision blurred and the colors swirled together until everything went black, and he fell into unconscious with Yamato.

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Yamato woke up in the hospital. The room was quiet and dark, and he had no idea what had happened to Taichi, or even if he had come. He could hear a heart monitor beside his bed beeping as he tried to focus on something in the room. When his eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, he noticed the heavy commotion outside.

He sat up and yanked off the wires that were attached to his chest, watching as the heart monitor gave a flat line from getting no reading. Curious as to what was going on outside his room, he slowly climbed off the bed and walked out of the room. Some doctors flew down the hallway and he decided to follow them, still wondering what was going on. When he reached the room the doctors had gone into he found out.

Taichi, his best friend, was lying dead on the operating table. Nearly a dozen doctors stood around, trying to bring him back to life. Yamato ran over as the doctor announced that the brunette was dead.

"Time of death: two . . ."

Yamato blocked out what the doctor was saying quickly, not wanting to hear the truth: his best friend was dead. Tears flooded from his eyes as he collapsed onto the brunette, muttering silly nothings about why he couldn't be dead. The doctors retreated from the room and Yamato heard the footsteps of a single person approaching. He stood up and wiped his eyes, ready to yell at the idiot who dared to come near him when he was grieving over his friend, but he was stuck to the spot when he saw the face of the person.

"I told you not to let anybody mess with our business, Yamato, but you had to go and tell him, didn't you? And now he's dead because of it. You just had to call him and tell him to come to the park. You're a fool, Yamato, and you always will be. You should have known it was a trap and just called an ambulance for yourself, but you didn't. You had to get your little buddy involved." Shizuma grinned evilly as he continued to speak. "He's dead because of you. Remember that." He slapped Yamato and let the words echo through the blonde's head.

Yamato's eyes shot open and he was blinded by a bright light. He was breathing heavily and was almost relieved when he heard sirens. When he could see again, he looked around at his surroundings and saw that he was in an ambulance. Taichi was lying right next to him-barely breathing, but alive.

"So you finally woke up," one of the paramedics said. Yamato tried to reply, but his throat felt dryer than the Sahara desert, and he couldn't make any sound. "Don't worry. We're almost at the hospital, but you and your friend here are hurt pretty badly. We won't know how bad your wounds are until the doctor looks at them, but yours doesn't look deadly. You do need a blood transfusion, though. Do you know your blood type?" Yamato nodded and drew some letters in the air. "Do you know your friend's blood type?" Again, the blonde nodded and drew letters in the air. "That's very helpful to know, because we'll have to put a blood bag on both of you once we get inside, and just knowing makes things a lot quicker." The ambulance came to a halt and the paramedic smiled kindly. "We're here."

While Yamato and Taichi were rushed into the hospital, the paramedic whom Yamato had been "talking" to yelled to the other doctors what their blood types were.

"The blonde is AB negative, and the brunette is O!" Another paramedic ran off and met them in the emergency room with two bags of blood. "Good-now where's the other two?"

"We don't have any AB negative left!"

"What?!" The paramedic stepped up to Yamato and handed him a piece of paper and a pencil. "Okay. We're going to need your parents' names and contact numbers. One of them has got to have your blood type." Yamato shook his head. "What?! That's never happened before!" The blonde quickly wrote something down and showed it to the paramedic. "Your blood type skipped a generation and went to you and your brother. Only your grandma had this type and she's dead, huh? Okay-so how about a name for your brother and a contact number? Don't forget your parents too." Yamato scribbled everything that was needed down and handed the paper to the paramedic. "Don't die on us now. We'll get your brother here soon, and you'll be fine." Yamato couldn't help but laugh after the dream he'd had a few minutes earlier, but he ended up coughing, spitting up some blood.

Doctors ran over to him and fussed with him, but he didn't even pay attention. All he did was look over at Taichi and make sure he was okay.

The brunette had an IV sticking out of one arm, and an IV in the other that was putting fresh blood into him. The heart monitor was beeping rapidly, and Yamato started to get worried.

"Come on! We need to slow down his heart rate or he's gonna die! How deep is his wound?"

"It nicked his heart."

"Damn. We're gonna have to be careful when we stitch him up, then."

Suddenly the heart monitor gave a flat line, and Yamato's heart dropped. "No-this can't be happening! He can't die! Not now!"

The doctor started shocking Taichi, and with each failed attempt, Yamato's heart dropped further. "Clear!" The heart monitor started beeping again, this time at a slower rate than before, after the third shock given to the brunette. "Hmm-third time's the charm, I guess." Yamato was extremely relieved to know that Taichi was fine as the doctors flipped the brunette over and started cutting his back open. When they had a long enough slit one doctor grabbed a rib spreader and started working.

Yamato looked up towards the ceiling and sighed, a soft smile on his lips. Normally he would have given an arm or a leg to watch doctors working on someone, but he couldn't bring himself to watch them working on his friend. It's not that he was grossed out in the least-he just didn't want to see his best friend being cut up more than he already was. Suddenly his vision went black, as he had lost the battle with unconsciousness again.

TBC

Okay-review! I know I'm evil for yet another cliffhanger, but I can almost guarantee I'll get up another chapter up this weekend. Almost. Anyways-I made you think Tai was dead! Hurray for me! But as I said about Matt: killing him off would totally defeat the purpose of a sequel. I'll get the next chapter up ASAP!