(Reality/Present Time)
(Kim’s pov)
“Ms. Possible?”
“Hmm?”
“Ms. Possible!”Bang
I sat up straight in my seat as something hard collided against the top of my desk. Blinking twice, I focused on the figure standing in front of me. ‘Oh no, did I fall asleep again?’
“Ms. Possible this is the third time this week, but the fourteenth time this past month!”
Mr. Willington is a man of average height in his sixties, and is the strictest teacher you could ever get in your life. He’s like another Mr. Barkin only ten times worse! ‘Why do I always get stuck with the mean ones?’
“I’m really sorry Mr. Willington, it won’t happen again I swear.”
I knew sitting at the front of every class was a bad idea. ‘Especially this one.’ His mouth tightened into a thin line, and his brown eyes narrowed slightly. There was dead silence in the vast classroom, as everyone held their breaths and mentally prepared for an outburst from our now very annoyed teacher. But, upon everyone’s surprise he just smirked a clever smirk, and spoke in a calm bittersweet voice.
“I really do hope you stick to your statement now, Ms. Possible. For the next time I will personally phone home, and have a nice chat with your parents about how their daughter spends her time in class. Is that clear?”
I nodded in understanding, still too in shock that he didn’t blow up in my face like he usually would when he’s annoyed, or angry with some one. ‘I guess… I was really lucky today… that, or he just likes to torment us.’
“Good. Now where wa-”
The bell echoed loudly in the classroom as it interrupted Mr. Willington. Many of my classmates were already out the door before the bell even stopped its usual ring. ‘Not that I blame them, just trying to enter this class and spending an hour in it is stressful enough.’ I too left not wanting to stick around any longer than I’m needed to.
The school day felt awfully longer than usual, and I really hate it when that happens. But, when that last bell sounded across the enclosed building I felt my spirits raise. Dashing to my locker I hurriedly stuffed today’s homework into my backpack. From there I met up with Ron at the front doors.
“Hey Ron!”
I joyfully waved to him. In return he smiled.
“Yo KP! How was your day?”
We walked out the school doors, and headed around the building toward the parking lot. Ron’s question brought back my memory of that dreadful class.
“Totally awful! Tell me, how could anyone have a good day when you have “Mr. Barkin jr.” for first period.”
“Ouch. That really bites.”
I mentally sighed. Reaching my royal blue Mazda 6, my birthday present from my parents when I turned 19, I opened the doors and settled in. Ron decided at this moment to once again, make a comment on my birthday gift.
“Man! KP you’re so lucky to have such cool parents. My parents won’t even let me get a car let alone buy me one.”
Starting the engine, I pulled into reverse, then back to drive, and accelerated out of here. Its amazes me so how Ron didn’t change from his baby ways. The only change he’d done physically was surpassing me in height by a good five inches. Other than that he’s still, well, Ron.
“Ron you don’t even have your drivers license yet. How do you aspect your parents to even allow you a car if you still don’t have your license?”
He frowned, crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window.
“As you say KP ‘No big’ I can get my drivers license like that.”
He snapped his fingers, showing me how fast he is able to get his license. I chuckled lightly at his response.
“Right, that’s why you failed like ten times.”
His face burned red from embarrassment, but annoyingly pointed out it that he only failed seven times.
“And they say sevenths times the charm, yeah right.”
I groaned at his statement, and corrected him like I usually do. Which brings me to the point of thinking if he would ever go far in life. Yes, I know it’s a horrible thought to think of my best friend, but so painfully true.
“Actually Ron, its thirds times the charm.”
He blinked and flushed a little. Then scratching the back of his head he replied,
“Oh. Yeah, I knew that just testing you, you know?”
I rolled my eyes, and pulled the car over in front of a peachy white house.
“We’re here.”
Ron glanced out the window then started to unbuckle his seatbelt. Opening the passengers seat door he was about to step out, but paused and turned around to look at me with a concern look on his face.
“You’re going over there again, aren’t you?”
It would be stupid to say ‘no’ at this point in time since it became a routine in my life now for quite some time.
“Yes. Yes, I am Ron.”
His face softens and he gave a weak smile my way.
“I know you’re thorn KP, but you don’t have to go see her every single day. I mean, you may not notice it, but you look like you’ve never gotten any sleep at all. Don’t you see that she’s slowly taking your life away?”
He held up four fingers, and slowly counted each one off, with each finger representing a different issue.
“You sleep in class, you don’t show up to cheer practice, you quit your job, and you even turned down some missions! Missions Kim!”
Ron growled the last part obviously pissed off at what this person’s done with me, but he just can’t get it through his thick head that this is completely my fault, and the guilt will stay with me until I hear the words ‘I forgive you’ come out through her dark colored lips. Until then, I’m cursed with the nightmares that haunt my dreams as I try to get some sleep. Some were so unbearable that I, Kim Possible, was too afraid to close my eyes again.
“Ron, I’m sorry, but please, I can’t help it. When this is all over I’ll go back to my usual ways I promise.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but thought against it. Stepping out of the car he bent down a bit and smiled.
“I’ll have your word on that KP.”
I nodded and smiled back.
“Bye Ron.”
“Bye Kim.”
I waited until he was inside his house before pulling out into the road again. This time I was heading straight to the hospital where my mom works, and where she is, hopefully awaiting my arrival. I laughed at that thought. ‘Yeah right, never in a million years.’
(Middleton Hospital)
(Kim’s pov)
Entering my mom’s work place, I made my way toward the elevators, but not before saying a quick ‘hello’ to the nurses working at the counter. I patiently waited for the elevator as I watched the neon green numbers slowly, but surly decrease until it finally arrived at ground level. Walking into the unoccupied open cubical, I turned toward the panel, and pressed the number five button with my index finger. The number lit, and a few seconds later the silver steel doors of the elevator slide shut.
It didn’t take long to reach my destined floor. Exiting the lift, and turning right, I walked down the long corridor, and halted in front of a closed door with the number 524 printed on it. Clasping the knob with my hand, I twisted it to the right, and gently pushed the door forward.
I shivered as a light breeze blew through the opened window. Advancing toward the window, I closed it, and then faced the pure white bed that occupied a sleeping dark haired beauty with intense emerald eyes, which were now hidden behind pale eyelids. I blinked. ‘Beauty? Where the hell did that come from?’ I simply brushed the thought away. ‘That’s not important right now.’
Sitting on my usual chair near the bed, I reached forward and held her semi-warm hand in mine. Resting my chin on the soft mattress, I sighed tiredly. Once again I found myself in my usual position. Staying like this for hours on end, and watching her chest fall and raise with every breath she takes.
Ron’s right that I don’t sleep much, but that’s only when I’m at home on my bed. When I’m here though, I can sleep easily without having those awful nightmares. Knowing that she’s here…that she’s alive makes me feel a little better. Holding her warm hand and hearing her light breaths lulls me into a peaceful sleep every time.
Ignoring the warm welcoming that is sleep, I reached for my book bag and started doing my assigned homework. Every once in a while I would glance over at the bed, and searched for any signs of movement, or awakening. After a few hours of reading and writing my stomach started growling. Putting down my pen I stood up and stretched, feeling satisfied I grabbed my wallet and walked toward the door. Even though the doctor and nurses say she could not hear me I didn’t believe them one bit. Somewhere in my heart and mind I knew she could hear my voice. Saying a quick ‘I’ll be right back.’ I left the room and headed to the hospital’s cafeteria.
Once there I grabbed a tray and placed a sandwich, chicken noodle soup, a chocolate chip cookie, and a water bottle on it. After paying for it at the cash I brought my tray of goods back up to her room.
“Hey, I’m back. Miss me?”
If this room was being recorded 24/7 then the security guards might think I’m insane and that maybe I need some help too. But it’s not and no one has said anything yet. Walking over to the small table I was working on, I pushed my homework aside, and placed my food tray on it. Unwrapping the plastic wrap on my sandwich I started taking small bites out of it. While eating I finished up on my homework. After about half an hour both my homework and food were done. Cleaning up the messy table I went over to the bed and resumed my previous position. But, I didn’t feel like sleeping yet, just then a thought run through my mind.
“Hey Shego?”
I gently whispered her name and watched her for a moment.
“I haven’t told you yet how this happened, right? How I found out, and you’re probably wondering why I’m always here too, huh?”
Holding her hand I tightened my grip on it. Replaying the past events in my mind I took a deep breath and prepared to tell her the story.
“Shego, you may, or may not hear all of this but, promise me, Shego please wake up.”
“Let’s see I guess it all began a week after that whole Diablo take over the world thing. Ron and I broke up. He’s a nice guy and all but, after prom I realized I didn’t like him that way. I told him that that kiss at prom was nothing more than a spur of the moment. Boy did I break his heart that day.”
(Flashback)
(Three months ago)
(Kim’s pov)
“Ron I’m sorry but you have to understand my feelings. If we continued this relationship none of us would be happy. Me for not loving you as a boyfriend, and you trying to make me love you.”
We were both sitting on my bed in my room. I called him over to talk about our relationship and to break up with him. So far he’s been quiet, and I don’t know if this is a good reaction, or a bad one.
“Ron? Ron please say something.”
He let out a breath I didn’t know he was holding and shook his blond haired head.
“Kim… I truly don’t know what to say. Yes, I’m hurt by the whole thing, but it’s ok I understand. I can’t force you to love me that’s just wrong.”
Reaching over I grabbed his hands in mine and squeezed them.
“Promise me, that we’ll still be friends?”
He looked at in as if he was in shock, but them he smiled and pulled me into a hug.
“Of course we’ll still be friends! Don’t ever think that we won’t, even if we have different lovers I promise to not be jealous of him.”
I laughed and held him tighter.
“Thanks Ron.”
(A week later)
(Kim’s pov)
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Groaning I rolled over on my bed and popped an eye open. Looking over at my computer counter I stared at the source that woke me up in the middle of the night. Mentally cursing as I got up and walked over to it. Picking it up and returning to my bed I lay back down and pressed the on button.
“What’s the snitch Wade?”
I asked dully and rubbed my tired eyes. But before he could answer I interrupted him.
“Wade? I’m sorry but could this wait for the morning? I’m really bushed right now.”
With half lidded eyes I watched him nod his head, and putting down papers. ‘He was probably going to read me something from them.’
“No problem Kim. Just thought that you might want me to tell you important things right away.”
“And I do, but right now I’ll have to pass.”
“It’s alright. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you the news on Shego, ok? Night Kim.”
Half awake I nodded. I was about to turn the kimmunicator off until something just clicked on my over tired mind. Feeling fully awake now I sat up in bed with a serious expression on my face.
“Wait a minute Wade! What did you say about Shego? I thought this wasn’t a mission? Wade I want you to know that even if I’m this tired you still have to tell me that it’s a mission, for that I’ll go, tired or no tired. Damn! What did she d-”
“Kim! Relax Shego’s not stealing or breaking into anything.”
I raised an eyebrow and stared at Wade completely confused. He picked up those papers that I saw a few moments ago and began scanning them.
“Then, what about her?”
Wade looked up from the papers he was reading and cleared his throat.
“Well, I kinda found out about it a bit late. Anyways I was doing my usual round of browsing the net, then when I went to check out the villains website Shego’s picture was posted there along with a huge headline saying ‘Down for the Count’.”
I felt my blood freeze when those words came out of Wade’s mouth. Swallowing the lump in my throat I took a deep breath to calm myself down a bit. ‘Please don’t tell she’s…’
“W-Wade, what do you mean?”
Sitting there alone in my room in the dark did not bring me any sort of comfort at all, and that’s what I really needed right now.
“Well Kim, Shego’s been in a coma since last week.”
My eyes widen and my mouth opened a bit.
“W-What! What do you mean she’s in a coma? Why? No, how did this happen?”
Wade looked through the papers for a brief second then looked back at me.
“The doctors have no clue so far how this happened, they’re still searching for the answer. All I got here is that she suddenly collapsed at the lair while helping Drakken move in some new equipment.”
I replayed all this information in my head trying to see if there was any type of clue somewhere, and I got nothing in the end. ‘This doesn’t make any sense. How can she be in a coma just from collapsing?’
“Wade what hospital is she in right now?”
“Um… hold on a sec.”
I heard him typing away on his computer until he finally stopped.
“She’s at the Upper Middleton hospital, why?”
“Tell the doctors there that I want them to transfer her to the Middleton hospital. I want my mom to have a look at her, she is the best brain surgeon we have here.”
Wade nodded and typed away.
“Alright done. Anything else?”
I shook my head and let out a tired sigh.
“No Wade that’s all. Thanks for the info. See you later Wade, night.”
With that I turned the kimmunicator off, and set it on my night table. Resting my head on my soft pillow and pulling my warm covers up to neck, I tiredly closed my eyes and returned to dream land. My thoughts filled with the black haired green-eyed beauty that we all know as Shego.
(Two days later)
(Middleton Hospital)
(Kim’s pov)
I sat in the waiting room with Ron. We’ve been waiting here for almost two hours listening to all the doctors and nurses walking by, whispering, and the now very annoying ticking sound of the clear white circular clock on the back wall above our head. ‘I swear if my mom doesn’t come back soon I’m going to smash that clock into oblivion.’ Finally the white double doors opened reveling my mother in a white lab type coat along with a few of her assistances.
“Mom! How’s Shego? Did you find out anything?”
I blurted out impatiently. My mother mentioned Ron and I to follow her to her office. Once there we were seated and curiously waited for her to begin. She pulled out a folder that hang in the folder holder by her office door, and opened it. Examining the numerous papers inside, she set it on her desk than sat down herself in front of us.
“Well, the reason for her state of unconsciousness is because of her neurotransmission of chemical signals from the brainstem to the cerebral hemispheres of the brain.”
Ron and I both blinked stupidly at my mom. For a while there was just mindless staring until Ron broke the silence.
“I’m sorry Dr. P. But, neurotan what?”
“Ok. How should I explain this? Um… well Ron, the neurotransmission is like a sort of transfer that sends signals from the brain, pass through and give commands. But, the transfer I’m talking about is the one that keeps the person conscious and alert.”
She paused here and looked at us.
“You with me so far?”
I nodded my head slightly. ‘Wow, this makes a lot more sense than the other one.’
“Yeah, I think I get it mom.”
She smiled and cleared her throat before continuing.
“The reason why shego’s in a state of coma is because her conscious transfer, along with some of the tissues connected to it has been burnt, or rather fried so to speak. But, what I can’t figure out is how she got like that?”
There was a moment of silence while my mom pondered on her own question but there was still one question that I needed to know so sure.
“Mom, will Shego be alright?”
She blinked twice and looked my way, a blank expression on her face for a moment before it shifted into a ‘don’t-worry’ face, which made me quite, relieved
“She’ll be alright Kimmy. One thing I forgot to mention is that her damaged tissues were started to heal themselves already. I also gave her an injection to heal the neurotransmission, and of course the tissues too. Though I don’t know for certain when, or even if she’ll wake up.”
“W-what do you mean ‘if’?”
“Well, the medicine I gave her was a new antidote invented for coma issues, but we never tried it out until now, so we honestly don’t know if it will work.”
(End Flashback)
I took a short pause here and relived the memories that happened not to long ago. All those emotions I felt at once.
“To tell you the truth Shego, I was really scared when my mom told me those words. Knowing that there was a great chance that you might never wake up. Then a few days later Wade calls me up again saying he found out how you damaged your tissues.”
I didn’t want to cry in front of her, even if she couldn’t see me, I felt weak and helpless if I shed tears before her. But, my wished was not granted for the water works came anyways. Trying to control myself, I was determined to finish off this sad tragic tale of the thief.
“Remember when I kicked you into that huge electric tower? Turns out the shock you got from that is the cause to your coma. I felt crushed and guilty ever since Wade told me this, and that’s why I’ve been here everyday Shego, for three months now at your bedside.”
Grabbing a Kleenex I wiped my tears, and blew my nose. Then I held her hand tightly in mine.
“All of this just for you Shego because this wouldn’t of happened if I didn’t kick you, and there’s no body else to blame but me because it was my fault all mine. So please Shego, if you can hear me, I’m truly sorry and if not for you, but for me Shego, can you ever forgive me?”
I found myself whispering for some odd reason. My eyes were starting to tear up again, but this time I didn’t care. I simply watched her and continued to hold her warm hand in mine. ‘What is this feeling? It feels so familiar and yet so different. Where did I feel this feeling before?’
“Shego please wake up.”
Still whispering softly as I lay my tired head down on the hospital bed. Closing my eyes I said one more thing before I gave into the sweet darkness that is sleep.
“I…I love you…Shego.”
I let this completely unexpected confession slip without a seconds thought. As tired as I was I didn’t care that I just ‘I love you’ to my arch foe. Sighing happily I drifted off to a much needed sleep, free of horrible nightmares.
This ends chapter 4. So what do you think? Does it clear up the story a bit? If you guys still don't understand what's going on, tell me so in a review and I will gladly explain it to you. Until next time I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Bye!