This is my first Digimon fic, so please be gentle. I hope to get inspired to finish this.
Enjoy!!!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Matt gets sick, what will be his saving grace??
Copyrighted: May 30, 2000
Saving Grace
Matt stared into the dying flames of the campfire. Sighing, he stiffly got to his feet and looked at all of his friends sleeping peacefully around him. Gabumon was lying a ways away, where Matt had originally laid down to sleep. TK, his little brother, was a few feet away from that, hugging Patamon tightly.
Taking a last look at his friends he walked into the dark forest, away from the start of a new day. Matt shivered, then folded his arms in a feeble attempt to keep warm. He leaned heavily against a sturdy tree as a wave of coughs broke from his lips. He sank to his knees as he tried to keep the coughing fit under control. Finally, they subsided and he leaned his head back against the tree, catching his breath.
How could he tell the others? They didn't need this weighted upon their minds, they all had the dark masters to worry about; they didn't need him slowing them down. They were starting to get suspicious; he first told them that he probably had just a cold, but that was over 2 weeks ago. He got annoyed at their concerned faces every time he had another coughing fit.
He knew that it was more serious than a mere cold. The coughs had been getting steadily worse and hurt his chest more. Now, everytime he covered his mouth with his hand, it would come back flecked in blood.
TK was the only one that didn't question him; he would believe what his big brother told him until he was given a reason to believe otherwise. His eyes started to water as he thought of TK's always smiling face. TK was the only reason that he somehow found the strength to go on each day, without him......Matt shuddered at the thought, as well as with cold.
He started coughing again, this time was the worst. He could taste the blood in his throat before he was finally able to stop. He gasped for air that the fit had taken from him, feeling weak and tired. He closed his eyes, then fell asleep for the first time in days, completely exhausted.
* * *
Matt slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that his eyes focused on was Gabumon, who was sitting on his lap waiting for him to wake up. "Gabumon?" he said sleepily, trying to remember if he had fallen asleep with his Digimon last night. "What time is it? Where are the others?" He rubbed some sleep out of his eyes.
"It's close to noon," he got off of Matt's lap and watched his friend slowly stand up. "The others are back at camp.....are you okay?"
"Huh...?..oh yeah...I'm fine." Matt didn't hear Gabumon's sigh or sad look that he received.
"There is still food left over from breakfast..." Gabumon sounded hopeful.
"I'm not hungry.."
"When was the last time you have eaten? You are thin enough as it is, you can't afford to skip another meal," he said softly.
Matt put his shaking hands against his temples.
"Matt?? Matt!!!" he watched helplessly as Matt crumpled to the ground.
Enjoy!!!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Matt gets sick, what will be his saving grace??
Copyrighted: May 30, 2000
Saving Grace
Matt stared into the dying flames of the campfire. Sighing, he stiffly got to his feet and looked at all of his friends sleeping peacefully around him. Gabumon was lying a ways away, where Matt had originally laid down to sleep. TK, his little brother, was a few feet away from that, hugging Patamon tightly.
Taking a last look at his friends he walked into the dark forest, away from the start of a new day. Matt shivered, then folded his arms in a feeble attempt to keep warm. He leaned heavily against a sturdy tree as a wave of coughs broke from his lips. He sank to his knees as he tried to keep the coughing fit under control. Finally, they subsided and he leaned his head back against the tree, catching his breath.
How could he tell the others? They didn't need this weighted upon their minds, they all had the dark masters to worry about; they didn't need him slowing them down. They were starting to get suspicious; he first told them that he probably had just a cold, but that was over 2 weeks ago. He got annoyed at their concerned faces every time he had another coughing fit.
He knew that it was more serious than a mere cold. The coughs had been getting steadily worse and hurt his chest more. Now, everytime he covered his mouth with his hand, it would come back flecked in blood.
TK was the only one that didn't question him; he would believe what his big brother told him until he was given a reason to believe otherwise. His eyes started to water as he thought of TK's always smiling face. TK was the only reason that he somehow found the strength to go on each day, without him......Matt shuddered at the thought, as well as with cold.
He started coughing again, this time was the worst. He could taste the blood in his throat before he was finally able to stop. He gasped for air that the fit had taken from him, feeling weak and tired. He closed his eyes, then fell asleep for the first time in days, completely exhausted.
* * *
Matt slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that his eyes focused on was Gabumon, who was sitting on his lap waiting for him to wake up. "Gabumon?" he said sleepily, trying to remember if he had fallen asleep with his Digimon last night. "What time is it? Where are the others?" He rubbed some sleep out of his eyes.
"It's close to noon," he got off of Matt's lap and watched his friend slowly stand up. "The others are back at camp.....are you okay?"
"Huh...?..oh yeah...I'm fine." Matt didn't hear Gabumon's sigh or sad look that he received.
"There is still food left over from breakfast..." Gabumon sounded hopeful.
"I'm not hungry.."
"When was the last time you have eaten? You are thin enough as it is, you can't afford to skip another meal," he said softly.
Matt put his shaking hands against his temples.
"Matt?? Matt!!!" he watched helplessly as Matt crumpled to the ground.