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Who: Angel, Miria
What: A meeting between the two
When: september 5th, night
Where: Tetha Hospital
Angel had been recovering nicely, according to the doctors which were in charge of him. He still hadn't gotten any vistors except the lovely woman who could harbor organs for those who needed them. He had done a lot of thinking about things since he had been stuck here, mostly about himself.
He was trying to figure out how someone inexperienced could have caused so much trouble so quickly. How had she gotten so smart, and how did she get away with attacking his digimon? With a weary sigh, Angel glanced over at the egg sitting on his bedside. His partner was still an egg, and in his heart-- Angel felt like it was all his fault.
The silver haired man had made his way into the window that was in his room, sitting in the cile. He had gotten the window open with his good arm and was able to feel a nice breeze comming in from the night air. Lighting up a cig from a pack he had hidden, Angel starred out and up into the night sky. He had started smoking more now that he'd been in the hospital. He wondered to himself what Hoshi was doing, and why she hadn't come to visit him.
Depression took the mans small body again with a shiver. Everything seemed to be going horrible for him lately, it didn't help that he had just lost his digimon. With a load grumble, his stomach let him know that it was hungry. Angel glarred at the so called food that was left on a small table in his room and frowned. All he really wanted right now was a bright red, shiny apple.
After taking another hit, he blew the smoke out the window. He certainly wished he could go outside to smoke, but the doctors were still keeping him for safety reasons. The large blue cast looked ridiculus on his frail frame as the moon light cast a long shadow across the floor of his room.