Thanks to an anonymous reviewer named Anne (the only one that reviewed) I am and writing a new chapter! Yayyyyyyyy! Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin it. — Kim's POV Jack hadn't left my side since I got to the hospital. It was sweet actually. I knew it wasn't easy to sleep in hospitals when your not in a bed. Right after one of the doctors checked me out I was transferred to the ICU. Apparently coughing up blood is a big deal. I heard the door slide open. "Kimberly Crawford?" asked a young and very pretty doctor with shoulder length curly brown hair. "Kim. Just Kim, please." I said. "Thanks for the update Kim. So, what happened?" I had to think for a moment. Where to start? "Well, I was in my dojo-" "I'm sorry, what's a dojo?" Dr. Adams asked. "It's a place where you practice Karate." Dr. Adams nodded. "Anyway, so I was sparring with my friend Jack and he kicked me in the chest. I flew back and hit my head on the floor, the I got onto all fours and started coughing up blood." "Have you had any other symptoms?" questioned Dr. Adams. "Well, my chest hurt but I assumed that was from the kick. Do you think it's a symptom?" I furrowed my brow and tried to remember if my chest hurt before the kick too. "It very well could be. I'm sorry to ask, but are you sexually active?" Kim blushed beet red. "Nope." "Still a bit too young, eh? Is there any chance that you are pregnant?" "If I'm not sexually active, how could I be pregnant?" I asked, befuddled. "Immaculate conception?" suggested Jack. Dr. Adams jumped. "I didn't even notice you!" she said loudly, as if surprised. "Okay, now I have a couple more questions for you, are you on drugs?" "No way! You've got to be kidding me! Kim wouldn't do something like that!" Jack answered for me. "Okay, we still have to do the test though. It's not that we don't trust you, it's that you might have accidentally taken too much asprin. Or something. Do you have any history of illnesses of any kind in your family?" I shook my head. Then reconsidered. "Actually my great aunt has cancer." "Perfect! Thank you!" said doctor Adams. She exited the room. I looked at Jack. "Thanks for standing up for me. Although that made it look like I need someone to stand up for me." "Oh, sorry, I know you can take care of yourself. That's one of the things I like about you." Does Jack like me? No! No, he can't. He can't! That would ruin our friendship. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I got more uncomfortable. Why? Because my chest was on fire. Jack noticed my gasp and looked at me. "Jack!" I said teeth clenched. "Get one of my doctors now!" _ Little bit of a cliffie eh? Don't forget to review!