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"You shouldn't have. But are you going to do anything like that again in the future?"
"No. Of course not." You say, affronted.
"Then that's all there is to say for now, hm? Think about it, but don't stew in it."
He sets his hand on your shoulder.
"I'm glad you're okay. I'd love to stay, give you the tour, but Liza needs a hand. She looked just about ready to throttle that Digimon."
"I'm sorry I brought him here without asking, I just didn't want him to get deleted. He had nowhere else to go."
"It's alright. This place is secure. Far more than the last one. I'll go deal with things, you keep watch over your partner."
Doc leaves, and you settle into the chair by Phascomon's bedside. Despite the curious new environment, and the social landmine you've set up, all you can think of is your friend. He stirs in his sleep, and you watch a machine record his brainwaves. Slowly, the beeping lines tick upwards.
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Doc leaves you alone to wait. You fall asleep eventually, dozing in the chair next to Phascomon's bedside. You don't know how long you're out, but the workshop is cooling enough to peacefully snooze in. When you next awake, it's because of the incessant beeping of the monitoring machine.
"Phascomon?!"
He finally opens a bleary eye and looks at you. His clawed hand weakly rises to pull at the helmet, and you help him get it off.
<span class="mu-s">"... Marnie? I thought you- Where are we?"</span> He croaks, his voice hoarse and soft.
You help him sit upright. He coughs loudly, spitting a chunk of some static goop out of his mouth. You offer him some water, but he holds a hand out to reject it.
<span class="mu-s">"Can't stomach anything. Where is this? This ain't the Digital World, is it?"</span>
"We're back at Doc's." You admit. "How are you feeling? I was so worried!"
Phascomon slowly starts to regain his bearings. He looks around at the warehouse, then at the comfy bed he's been resting on, then up to your face. He blinks slowly, then settles back onto the pillow sulkily.
<span class="mu-s">"Didn't seem like it, back up there."</span>
"I'm sorry." You say immediately.
<span class="mu-s">"What for? You made your intentions clear."</span> He coughs again. <span class="mu-s">"But we failed. And now we're back here."</span>
"Do you remember what happened?" You softly prod.
