Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Vision ❯ Corrected ( Chapter 3 )

Only a week had passed since the surgery, and Sora's vision still remained the black void since the doctor had done his work. The surgeon was confident in the procedure's success, although the chance of its failure still existed. Time moved at a snail's pace, leaving the patient with little to do but wait for that hour when she would know if her life would be in darkness until her demise, or if her sight had been restored.

I thought that Yamato would be here.

A self-directed curse came to mind. Why would he come anyway? My face probably looks like a brick hit me.

Her unsteady hand reached to replay the tape a third time, Yamato's voice soothing over her worries.

Sora, I'm glad you did it.
Were you scared? There's no reason.
Taichi said that you should keep believing
that it will work.
What do I say? If you didn't try, you would never
succeed. So doing it was a good thing.
I would like for you to see this place.
I will tell you about it, when the bandages are off.
I will be there.

He will. He said he would. Uneasiness crept back to her thoughts, sending a feeling not unlike spiders crawling under flesh creeping up her spine. But I don't want him to see!

Sora's lamenting was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door, followed shortly afterwards by the soft squeal of metal against metal with the motion of the hinges as the door was opened.

"Sora-san, it's me." The physician stepped in, taking a seat next to the bed. The middle-aged woman placed a calming hand on her patient's shoulder. "I'm sorry that your mother couldn't be here, but you do have a guest."

"Kazama-sensei, I understand. That tour was booked months in advance." A guest.... "Eh, a guest? Who is it?"

A low deep voice greeted her, mock surprise evident.

"Sora, did you forget what I said already, even after I went to the trouble to record it?"

"Yamato-kun, you came!" A trembling hand was extended, to be hesitantly accepted by the young man, his larger digits wrapping around her smaller ones in a tight squeeze. The doctor suppressed a chuckle at the flash of color displayed on the young man's cheeks.

"I said I would, didn't I?" The mild annoyance in Yamato's voice faded. "I wanted to know firsthand."

Again, his words from the week prior crept into Sora's thoughts.

"Like hell you're fine. We'll get you to a doctor, then you can tell me how long this has gone on."

"Well, let's go ahead and take those bandages off. Sora-san, I'll need you to stay perfectly still." After the faint nod of acknowledgement, Sora could feel the cold steel disrupt the touch of cotton bandages and her skin, slicing slowly with precision. "Be sure to keep your eyes closed tightly until the bandages are removed. The light should cause you some discomfort."

The warning came moments too late, as the bright florescent lighting threatened to blind her once more. Dr. Kazama stood quickly, to dim the lights.

"Now, Sora, judging by your reaction, your photosensitivity is there, which means you can see the brightness of the lights. I'm going to shine this light at your eyes, just so I can make sure the dilation is normal." The doctor did so, even as Sora tried not to wince and back away from the small flashlight. "It looks like things are as it should be. I'll need to get some equipment ready, so you two catch up for a little, while I attend to that."

"Thank you, Kazama-sensei." Sora reached for a tissue, blotting the moisture that formed at the corners of her eyes.

Yamato's cool hand never left Sora's warm one, his thumb unconsciously rubbing a circle with moderate pressure. "Sora. Look at me."

Weary chestnut eyes greeted the icy blue, unfocused and bloodshot. "I look bad, don't I?" She blinked rapidly, her eyes widening suddenly. "Yamato! I..... it worked! Oh, you're still fuzzy, but it's you...."

"I don't know who else I'd be but myself." A faint chuckle escaped the young man, as he continued his attention to Sora's hand. "Don't worry about how you look. The bruises will heal." A momentary pause, as he considered his words. "I think.... it shows how brave you are."

"No, I'm an idiot. I never told anyone. I didn't want you to worry about me, but you did anyway." With a turn of her head, Sora glanced away, eyes sliding shut from the strain of focusing so heavily on Yamato's face. "I do this all the time."

"It's your nature. I know, it wasn't smart this time, but your reasons...." The words were broken with a sigh. "I understand." Yamato released her hand, the extension contacting her tender cheek, gently and slowly turning her to face him. "Sora. I didn't come to see the back of your head. Look at me."

Shyly, her eyes met his again, held by the silently hypnotic gaze. "Yamato...."

"I wasn't here for you, but you were all I could think about. I won't be good for you, but I'm selfish." His thumb ran under her right eye, as Sora leaned into the palm. "If I can tell you to be brave, I should be able to do the same."

Sora's eyes slid shut again, but not from the dim light, but from the lack of space as Yamato closed the short gap between them. The initial contact, while gentle, carried heat, soon threatening to grow dangerous as paired lips parted for each other.

"Ahem." The two parted swiftly with that interruption, as Dr. Kazama made her presence known.

"Ishida-san, if I can borrow Takenouchi-san for a while, I guarantee you can continue this in a more private and secure location." Her voice dripped amusement.

"Oh....um. Yeah." The Ishida mumbled an apology, smirking ever so slightly at the brilliant hue of Sora's cheeks. "We'll do just that." The smirk grew to a grin, as the girl's cheeks threatened to illuminate the room on thier own.

"Yamato, stop it!" Too bad we had to stop!

The young man stood. "Don't worry. I'll catch you later, Sora-chan. We have places to go, once Kazama-sensei gives you the 'ok', you know." And with those words, his exit was made.

Another week went by since Sora's bandages were removed, and the elder Takenouchi busied herself with setting various arrangments for display in the well-kept apartment. Her daughter had only been away for a few days, and though concerned, she could not hold back the faint smile as she caught sight of her daughter's letter.

Okaasan, see! I wrote this to you!
I can see well enough to write properly.
The trip to the ocean with Yama-chan has done
wonders for the healing process.
It's truly beautiful. I can see why he felt as he did.
Ah, I'm being sappy again, but you know the feeling!
I miss you, but don't worry.
I'm not alone.

End