DISCLAIMER: Nope still not mine. Owned by Disney and Saban.

SUMMARY: Kim's hurt and no one knows just how badly. How many of her friends know about the accident? Who can help her to recover?

A/N: I know I haven't written on some of my others in a while but my muse has said they will wait and I have to write this one. Please bear with me on the other stories.


Kim felt her hands slip from the top bar. She was falling in slow motion. 'I hope Tommy's not watching.'

She heard what she would have sworn was Tommy's anguished voice screaming her name.

Lightning bolts of pain ripped instantaneously through her back as it connected with the lower bar. Then, she felt the impact as the back of her head crashed into the mats. She slipped into utter darkness.


Tommy's heart stopped as Kim's hands slipped from the bar. 'KIM!'

His pain echoed hers as her back hit. Yelling as he felt her slip away from him, he slumped on the couch paralyzed, not even able to wipe away the tears streaming down his face.


At the Juice Bar, the silence was deafening as everyone watched the medics carefully load the petite brunette onto a gurney for the unexpected trip to the hospital.

"Oh my God! Poor Kimberly! Does anyone know the number to ring up her coach so we can find out how she's doing?" Kat asked.

All of her teammates shook their heads. All save one. They stared at Rocky in disbelief. "You have her number?" Adam asked.

"I do. She called me the day the letter arrived."

Kat was temporarily distracted from what had happened in Miami by those words. "Did she explain why she sent it?"

Rocky felt anger begin to burn through him. "Good God! Does it really matter now?! Kim's hurt, on her way to the hospital and you guys want to talk about the letter? I can't believe this." He stood up and left the Youth Center.

"What's got him all upset?" Tanya wanted to know.

"We wanted to know about the letter instead of worrying about Kim." Kat sighed, realizing that her best chance of finding out about Kim's condition had just walked out the door.


Rocky walked into the house and threw himself on the couch. He still couldn't believe what he had seen on the television set and his friends' reactions to the news that he had talked to Kim on the day that the letter arrived. He knew he couldn't tell them that Kim hadn't sent the letter, not now.

"Rocky?" The young man looked up to see his baby sister standing in the doorway to the living room.

"What is it, Jenny?"

"Aisha called. She saw the accident. She told me that she's catching a flight to Miami first thing in the morning." Rocky saw the tears in his sister's eyes. "Is Kim going to be okay?"

"Of course she is. Kim's tough; she'll pull through." 'I hope.'

"Are you sure?"

"Come here, baby." Jenny ran over to her brother and threw herself into his lap. "Do you want me to go down and make sure she's okay? Would that help?"

When she nodded with tears in her big brown eyes, Rocky made up his mind. He knew that he had to make the calls to get a flight out as soon as possible.


The young Asian woman sat shocked on the couch in front of the television set, not believing what she had just seen.

Jason and Zack sat on either side of her where just seconds before the three of them had been cheering on their friend, willing her to do well in spite of her history on the apparatus.

Trini turned to Jason and buried her face against his chest as she started crying and through the tears burning his own eyes, Jason noticed Zack reaching for a phone to make the arrangements. They all knew that they needed to get to Miami as soon as possible.


Tommy slowly turned his head to look at the clock on the mantle. An hour had passed since she'd fallen and he could feel no trace of her. 'My god! Kimberly! Is she okay?'

Slowly and carefully, Tommy got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. He stretched, felling the muscles in his back finally loosening up.

Picking up the phone, Tommy prayed that he'd be able to get a flight out quickly.

"Angel Grove Airport," chirped an all too cheery voice.

"I need to book a flight to Miami."

"I'm sorry, sir. We have no flights out to Miami for the next six days." Tommy's heart plummeted. Then, an idea came to him.

"You don't understand. I have to get to Miami. You heard about the accident at the Pan-Global Games?"

"Yes, sir. That poor girl."

"She's my fiancé. I have to get there to be with her. Is there anything you can do to help me?"

Tommy must have had just the right note of desperation in his voice because the woman asked him to hang on for a moment while she checked on something. Interminable minutes later, she was back. "Sir, we have a flight to LAX tomorrow morning on United at 8 AM. There's a flight out of LAX on Delta for Miami at 11 AM. Will that help?"

The relief that flooded through Tommy overtook his voice. 'Thank God.' "Yes. Yes it does. Thank you so much." She took his information and booked the flights for him, giving him the confirmation numbers for each flight.

"Have a nice flight, sir. And I hope that your fiancé is going to be okay."

"Thank you again. I can't tell you how worried I've been since it happened."

"You go and take care of her. She's a pretty girl."

"She's my beautiful." Tommy hung up the phone and dropped into the chair at the breakfast bar with his head in his hands. Sobs encompassed him and shook shoulders that had always been so strong for everyone else.