The doors exploded open, admitting the EMT's and nurses as they discussed the patient while wheeling her into the hospital.

"What happened?" Dr. Anne Possible asked.

"Some sort of animal attack, but it looks like it was planned." An EMT told her.

"What makes you think that?"

"There's a small puncture right next to a vein. Looks to me like a needle did it."

"We need an OR now!" A nurse yelled.

"One just finished." A doctor told him. "OR 2."

They rushed off to get the patient into it.

The doctor sighed calmly. 'She was only barely recognizable.' She shook her head. 'How many things can do that to a person?' She noticed Anne. She'd apparently asked a question. "Go home Anne."

"Not untill I know she'll be ok."

"She's got a top-rated surgeon to stitch her up. She'll be fine. Now go home and go to sleep."

Anne didn't move. She stood there, leaning against a wall and wringing her hands.

"I mean it. I won't have a useless doctor in my hospital."

"I won't be useless."

"You will be if you don't get some sleep. It's past midnight."

She still didn't appear to hear.

"Do I have to call one of -"

"N-no." Anne sighed. Reluctantly, she said, "Fine. I'll go home. Just don't expect me to be happy about it."

3 hours later, she went to her car. She hadn't slept a wink. Pacing in the bathroom while worrying about patients tends to do that. She started it and went to work. As she clocked in, she heard the shout she was expecting.

"Possible! I thought I told you to go home!"

She just smiled and shook her head. 'Maybe she's related to Steve.' "Hi Janine. Sleep well?" She asked flippantly.

"Do you think I sleep here?"

Anne tilted her head towards the ceiling as if deep in thought. "That must be why you're always here."

"Have you been watching House?" She asked incredulously.

"Well, I like to be prepared for my daughter, so yes. Besides, I didn't sleep a wink because I kept wondering about who's chopping up the mauled patient who came in 3 hours ago."

"It's a well-known doctor from Washington."

"Oh?" Anne looked at her. "Is he as good as the one from Montana?"

"He is the one from Montana. He's visiting for a patient that requested him."

"That's good, but I'm not ready to be satisfied with that. Besides, I always clock in at 6 when I come in anyway." She smiled and left, keeping her ID tag in her pocket.

'She's not serious, is she?' She was worried about Anne. 'Well, I know one thing I can do.'

"What kinda creature can do that man?" The anaesthesiologist asked.

The surgeon sighed, his tired and aged eyes pointed at the floor. "Not many. I've dealt with a lot of injuries like this, but the only thing I can think of really only has 2 pathways for her right now. Death and healing way too fast. I don't know which is better."

"Why?"

The surgeon looked up. "Why what?" He asked the redhead in the lab coat.

"Why don't you know which is better?"

"Because one means she's dead, the other means she might have to die. She might want to die, she might not. She might be able to live for a long time, but ultimately, she'd become unstable and she'd have to die."

She gasped. "That's terrible. I have to ask, what do you think did this?"

"Nothing good. Most likely is that she was out late and a few rabid dogs found her."

"A few rabid dogs wouldn't be able to do this. She's the best damn fighter you'll ever meet. Lots of people have tried and failed to do this much to her over the past 5 years."

"How many?" He asked curiously.

"I lost count. I know her mother, as she works here."

"Hey, do you know where she is?" The anaesthesiologist asked tiredly.

"Probably asleep like you should be. You've been up all night."

He took the hint as he yawned. "You're right. 26 hours straight isn't gonna help my marriage." He started to leave, then stopped. "But shuteye won't help the bills. Oh, and by the way, he's almost as good as the best doctor here."

"Should I know who that is?"

The doctors gave him a look like they thought he was insane. "You don't know who Anne Possible is?" The anaesthesiologist asked.

"No. Should I?"

"She's only the best neurosurgeon in the world!"

"Oh." He looked back down and sighed. "She'll probably be fine. Who is she?"

"The patient? Kim Possible. She's more famous than her mom."

"Why?"

"She saves the world."

"Hunh?" He looked back up.

"She saves the world."

"She's a teenager."

"In high school. She makes good grades and goes all over the world, saving people and stopping world takeover plots. She's been doing it for 2 years."

"2 and a half." She corrected. "Not counting the times before high school."

"There were plots before she was in high school?" He asked.

"Oh yeah. Not many, but enough. She never told her mother, but her enemies told other enemies who told someone who trusts the hospital's constitutional lawyer who told me." She shrugged. She noticed something about him that made her want to comfort him. That in turn made her want to be as far from him as possible at the moment. Luckily, she hadn't done her rounds yet, so she used that as her excuse and went off to do them. She shuddered 10 minutes later, when she felt it a good idea, and went to the room of the patient admitted 3 hours before.

"You okay?"

Anne looked up. "Hey. No. Kim's not fine. Tachycardia, raised BP, fever, "

"I didn't ask about her, I asked about you." She sat down. "Besides, I know. I don't like her white count, but her temp's only slightly elevated. It's not a fever. I talked to an immunologist and he said no autoimmune diseases can do this sort of damage this fast, especially without continuing to destabilaze her at a similar rate. She's perfectly stable." She paused. "You need coffee."

"No, just Kimmee-cub, safe and not fighting something we can't because we don't know what it is." She sighed and looked back at the floor.

"You really need coffee. Coffee with too much sugar."

"You swear by that stuff, so no thanks."

"I swear by it because it does the trick."

"Look Ellen, I don't want coffee. Besides, this wasn't just some random attack. There's bruising on her wrists and ankles and a small needle mark. I asked Janine for the EMT's number and he told me why he thought it was a needle."

"Why?"

"His roommate does every drug known to man, including poisons, every so often. He researches and memorizes them so that he can do his job better in some ways. Seeing the difference between any old puncture and a needlemark is second nature."

"Smart."

"Yeah, but I gotta ask, why would they give them to her?"

"Give what to her?"

"Immunosuppressants. The tox screen showed massive amounts of them."

"Who knows? All we can do for now is hope and pray."

"What, you found religion?"

Ellen smiled. "Nope. He found me. And He wants me to make sure you stay alive and safe. Maybe you can do for Kim what you did for me 15 years ago."

"Yeah right. She's not gonna be a freak just from the scarring. Not to your extent."

"It's still possible. It's also still possible she'll wake up at any moment."

"Well, she's doing well with the Demerol and I, well, I guess I could use the coffee."

"Or sleep."

"Yeah. Or sleep."

A/N: Hi. This is my first story. I would like some criticism to improve my writing, so reviews are apreciated and I will suck it up and take flames like a man. Also, I invite all guesses as to the plot, upcoming events and the 'who-what-when-where-why's. It will eventually contain Kigo, or so I hope, and a lot of other stuff. Also, if you see how I can create an actual sense of 'filler', or normal conversation, please, help. I'm hopeless at the stuff.