AU Digimon
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sugahlei's fault. Maybe if I keep saying that, people will believe me. You think? Probably not. It's an AU Digimon fic. Something to keep me busy on miome's laptop until my own is fixed. All I have to say is... poor Davis.
Warning: I am typing this in notepad since this computer has no MS Word or other word processor with a spellcheck/grammer check. It's also only had a rough proof done on it. I'm going to run LJ's spellchecker on it before I post. Just be warned (and let me know if anything really, really glaringly bad).
Ken was the only non-family allowed to see Davis. He tried not to abuse the privilege too much, tried to keep his visits few and far between despite the assurances of the institution staff that it was all right. They liked Ken. He was quiet and polite and the only one of Davis's friends that didn't cause the boy to fight back.
Despite all his misgivings, sometimes the urge to see Davis was just too great. Ken missed the other boy's laughter and friendship. Every time he came to the grounds he hoped to see something of the boy he had known in the boy in front of him. Every time he was disappointed.
Today their meeting was in the recreation room. Green-gray tile covered the floor and finger paintings done by the residents of the institution covered the walls. Ken idly wondered if any of them were by Davis. The tables were particle board with a thin layer of veneer to make them look like real wood. Hard, plastic chairs in garish colors stood around five to a table.
"Davis, your friend Ken is here to see you," an orderly said as he lead Davis to the table. The orderly pulled out a chair and gently sat him down. "Just to let you know, we upped his dose yesterday. He had a bad moment."
A bad moment. It was one of many euphemisms that the nurses and doctors and orderlies used when Davis when nuts. He's having one of his spells. Today is a bad day for him.
"I understand," Ken said. He hated how everyone spoke as if Davis was not there.
The orderly went to stand beside the door. It was far away enough to give the two privacy but close enough to be there should anything happen. Ken waited until the orderly was in place before he turned towards Davis.
"Hi Davis," Ken started. Davis looked towards him, his eyes wide and vague. He looked thin, way to thin, in his T-shirt and jeans. They always made sure he wore normal clothing when Ken came to visit. "How have you been doing?"
"Ken?" Davis blinked slowly, trying to focus. His hands were shaking as he put them on the table. "You came?"
"Yes Davis, I came." Ken licked dry lips. "How have you been?"
"Good. I didn't kill anyone today," Davis said with a weak laugh. Ken tried to smile but he was pretty sure he failed. "They gave me drugs. Lots of drugs. Soft and fuzzy drugs. The needles are sharp though."
What was Ken supposed to say to that? "I see that there are pictures up on the walls. Is one of them yours?"
"Yes!" Davis tried to jump to his feet, suddenly excited and proud. He moved too fast. The drugs caused him to stagger slightly. The orderly stepped forward to help but Ken waved him off. He held on to Davis's elbow until the the other boy could regain his balance.
"Ken? Get me out of here. Help me go home. Please? Please, Ken?" Davis whispered. Ken closed his eyes against the pain. It was always the same. Always. No matter how many times Davis begged him, no matter how many times he promised things would be fine if Ken would only get him out, Ken never got use to it.
"Which picture is it Davis?"
"Come here! I did this one, Ken." Davis enthusiasm was back as if it had never dimmed. His steps were a little unsteady, and he had to use the back of chairs to support himself, but Davis made it to the wall. "This one right... here. The one with the blue and red."
"Like your favorite jacket?" Ken said as he looked at the picture. The sky was childishly blue and the grass brilliant green. Fingerpaints were not adept at showing details, but Davis had tried. Ken could make out great spreading wings on the giant red blob. "What is it?"
"I don't know," Davis said softly. "Something I see in my dreams a lot."
"It's very good," Ken said encouragingly. Davis smiled. Then his eyes became fever bright as he grabbed Ken's wrist hard enough to bruise.
"I can't take much more of this. It's killing me. I love you Ken. Please don't leave me here." Something fierce and wanting lurked behind Davis's eyes. Ken had to force himself to swallow. It was always harder to deny him when Davis said those three words. I love you.
"Davis, you're hurting me." The grip on his wrist had tightened to the point that the bones were beginning to grind together. As soon as he spoke Davis jerked his hands away.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ken, I'm sorry.." Ken watched in horror as Davis grabbed his hair, yanking hard enough that he pulled some of it out. Then he started banging his head against the wall. "Sorry. Stupid Davis. Stupid. Stupid."
Ken grabbed Davis, hauling him away from the wall. They went down in a tangle of legs. Davis was panting harshly as Ken scrambled to get up. Suddenly the orderly was there. His hands closed on Davis's shoulders to help the boy up.
Before he reacted, Ken knew what was going to happen. Davis had the same slightly psychotic look in his eyes that he had gotten right before he had tried to bash in Yolei's skull with a desk lamp. As soon as the orderly's hands touched him, Davis went insane. He screamed, kicked, bit, and clawed at the man.
"Let him go! Just let him go!" Ken yelled. One of the nurses on duty rushed into the room, saw what was happening, and ran to do something. Probably to get help.
Surprisingly, the orderly listened. Davis stumbled forward, suddenly free. He was shaking so bad Ken expected him to fall at any moment.
"Ken? Ken what's wrong with me?"
"I don't know Davis, but it will be okay." Ken held his hands out to Davis, but didn't dare touch him.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Nurses and doctors rushed into the room then. Hands grabbed at Davis holding him down while a nurse put a needle in him. Davis didn't have time to even make much noise. Ken could only watched as the drugs took effect and his best friend was reduced to a mindless calm. He felt sick to his stomach.
"I think it's better if you go. He's had enough excitement for today," one of the nurses said. She laid a comforting hand on Ken's shoulder.
"You're right. Thank you for letting me see him." He completed his statement with a small bow.
"It's no problem. He alway seems happier when you're around."
"I'm glad." He watched as Davis was docilely escorted back to his room. Then he turned on his heel and left the institution.
Help with a title greatly appreciated.
sugahlei's fault. Maybe if I keep saying that, people will believe me. You think? Probably not. It's an AU Digimon fic. Something to keep me busy on miome's laptop until my own is fixed. All I have to say is... poor Davis.Warning: I am typing this in notepad since this computer has no MS Word or other word processor with a spellcheck/grammer check. It's also only had a rough proof done on it. I'm going to run LJ's spellchecker on it before I post. Just be warned (and let me know if anything really, really glaringly bad).
Ken was the only non-family allowed to see Davis. He tried not to abuse the privilege too much, tried to keep his visits few and far between despite the assurances of the institution staff that it was all right. They liked Ken. He was quiet and polite and the only one of Davis's friends that didn't cause the boy to fight back.
Despite all his misgivings, sometimes the urge to see Davis was just too great. Ken missed the other boy's laughter and friendship. Every time he came to the grounds he hoped to see something of the boy he had known in the boy in front of him. Every time he was disappointed.
Today their meeting was in the recreation room. Green-gray tile covered the floor and finger paintings done by the residents of the institution covered the walls. Ken idly wondered if any of them were by Davis. The tables were particle board with a thin layer of veneer to make them look like real wood. Hard, plastic chairs in garish colors stood around five to a table.
"Davis, your friend Ken is here to see you," an orderly said as he lead Davis to the table. The orderly pulled out a chair and gently sat him down. "Just to let you know, we upped his dose yesterday. He had a bad moment."
A bad moment. It was one of many euphemisms that the nurses and doctors and orderlies used when Davis when nuts. He's having one of his spells. Today is a bad day for him.
"I understand," Ken said. He hated how everyone spoke as if Davis was not there.
The orderly went to stand beside the door. It was far away enough to give the two privacy but close enough to be there should anything happen. Ken waited until the orderly was in place before he turned towards Davis.
"Hi Davis," Ken started. Davis looked towards him, his eyes wide and vague. He looked thin, way to thin, in his T-shirt and jeans. They always made sure he wore normal clothing when Ken came to visit. "How have you been doing?"
"Ken?" Davis blinked slowly, trying to focus. His hands were shaking as he put them on the table. "You came?"
"Yes Davis, I came." Ken licked dry lips. "How have you been?"
"Good. I didn't kill anyone today," Davis said with a weak laugh. Ken tried to smile but he was pretty sure he failed. "They gave me drugs. Lots of drugs. Soft and fuzzy drugs. The needles are sharp though."
What was Ken supposed to say to that? "I see that there are pictures up on the walls. Is one of them yours?"
"Yes!" Davis tried to jump to his feet, suddenly excited and proud. He moved too fast. The drugs caused him to stagger slightly. The orderly stepped forward to help but Ken waved him off. He held on to Davis's elbow until the the other boy could regain his balance.
"Ken? Get me out of here. Help me go home. Please? Please, Ken?" Davis whispered. Ken closed his eyes against the pain. It was always the same. Always. No matter how many times Davis begged him, no matter how many times he promised things would be fine if Ken would only get him out, Ken never got use to it.
"Which picture is it Davis?"
"Come here! I did this one, Ken." Davis enthusiasm was back as if it had never dimmed. His steps were a little unsteady, and he had to use the back of chairs to support himself, but Davis made it to the wall. "This one right... here. The one with the blue and red."
"Like your favorite jacket?" Ken said as he looked at the picture. The sky was childishly blue and the grass brilliant green. Fingerpaints were not adept at showing details, but Davis had tried. Ken could make out great spreading wings on the giant red blob. "What is it?"
"I don't know," Davis said softly. "Something I see in my dreams a lot."
"It's very good," Ken said encouragingly. Davis smiled. Then his eyes became fever bright as he grabbed Ken's wrist hard enough to bruise.
"I can't take much more of this. It's killing me. I love you Ken. Please don't leave me here." Something fierce and wanting lurked behind Davis's eyes. Ken had to force himself to swallow. It was always harder to deny him when Davis said those three words. I love you.
"Davis, you're hurting me." The grip on his wrist had tightened to the point that the bones were beginning to grind together. As soon as he spoke Davis jerked his hands away.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ken, I'm sorry.." Ken watched in horror as Davis grabbed his hair, yanking hard enough that he pulled some of it out. Then he started banging his head against the wall. "Sorry. Stupid Davis. Stupid. Stupid."
Ken grabbed Davis, hauling him away from the wall. They went down in a tangle of legs. Davis was panting harshly as Ken scrambled to get up. Suddenly the orderly was there. His hands closed on Davis's shoulders to help the boy up.
Before he reacted, Ken knew what was going to happen. Davis had the same slightly psychotic look in his eyes that he had gotten right before he had tried to bash in Yolei's skull with a desk lamp. As soon as the orderly's hands touched him, Davis went insane. He screamed, kicked, bit, and clawed at the man.
"Let him go! Just let him go!" Ken yelled. One of the nurses on duty rushed into the room, saw what was happening, and ran to do something. Probably to get help.
Surprisingly, the orderly listened. Davis stumbled forward, suddenly free. He was shaking so bad Ken expected him to fall at any moment.
"Ken? Ken what's wrong with me?"
"I don't know Davis, but it will be okay." Ken held his hands out to Davis, but didn't dare touch him.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Nurses and doctors rushed into the room then. Hands grabbed at Davis holding him down while a nurse put a needle in him. Davis didn't have time to even make much noise. Ken could only watched as the drugs took effect and his best friend was reduced to a mindless calm. He felt sick to his stomach.
"I think it's better if you go. He's had enough excitement for today," one of the nurses said. She laid a comforting hand on Ken's shoulder.
"You're right. Thank you for letting me see him." He completed his statement with a small bow.
"It's no problem. He alway seems happier when you're around."
"I'm glad." He watched as Davis was docilely escorted back to his room. Then he turned on his heel and left the institution.
Help with a title greatly appreciated.
*cackle*
Date: 8/5/03 03:16 pm (UTC)Re: *cackle*
Date: 8/5/03 05:00 pm (UTC)You only say that because your Dai doesn't try to brain people with a desk lamp. At least, not that I've seen.
Re: *cackle*
Date: 8/5/03 05:38 pm (UTC)hmm...*grin* i'll have to get back to you on the dai-can-kick-ass scenario...^_~