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Chapter 2: Invulnerable to harm, not hurt.
The next day, Bonnie walked through the school halls deep in thought; something was off with Kim and she couldn't put her finger on it, which frustrated the brunette to no end.
First there was Ron; he was way too calm for what had happened to Kim, he should have been furious. Instead, he acted like it didn't really mean anything to him. Except when people asked about Kim's injuries; he seemed to be getting pretty nervous then.
Not looking where she was walking, Bonnie almost stumbled over a freshman girl who seemed to be equally deep in thought.
"Watch it," the brunette snapped, but then she recognized the girl, "Isn't that the girl Kim pushed away from the car?"
"I'm sorry," the girl said in a meek voice, almost breaking out in tears.
The gears immediately started to work in Bonnie's head; she needed an in on Kim's situation, seeing as the redhead would probably not indulge on what really happened during the car accident to Bonnie. If she played it well, the freshmen girl could help her out.
Putting on her best smile. Bonnie looked at the girl, "Hey, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about what happened to Kim; she got hit by a car two days ago."
"I know," Lisa snivelled, "and it was because of me."
Bonnie suppressed a victorious grin, "How could that be, you weren't driving the car, right?"
"No, but because of me she got in the way of the car. Kim Possible tried to save me because I stupidly crossed the street."
"This is just too easy," Bonnie thought, "I don't think Kim would see it that way. And besides, I heard she is doing relatively well and that she may be back at school on Monday."
"Really?" Lisa perked up a bit.
"Yeah," Years of manipulation made it easy for Bonnie to put up a sincere smile, "Hey, here's an idea; why don't you go by her house tomorrow and check how she is. Then you two can talk without everyone else around."
Lisa gulped, "Going to the house of Kim Possible?"
"I don't know, she may not want to see me…"
"Off course she will," Bonnie told, "what is better than getting someone to visit you when you're ill or recovering, and a huge fan none the less…" Seeing Lisa's reaction, Bonnie knew she had guessed correct.
But the blond girl was still reluctant, "But why won't you go? Wait, didn't I see you before when Kim Possible was arguing with you?"
"She saw that?" Bonnie quickly recovered, "Yeah, we had a bit of a fight, I don't think she really wants to see me now… but maybe you could tell me how she is, and what her injuries are."
"Sure," Lisa smiled, convinced that Bonnie was as concerned as she was, "I-I'll go see her."
"Great," Bonnie mirrored the younger girl's smile, "Here, let me give you her address."
Monkey Fist paced through his castle, his monkeys wearily following his movements.
"What had happened that night at the museum?" According to his monkey ninjas they had fought Team Possible, but Monkey Fist had woken up that night in his castle thinking he had dreamt it all.
More importantly, the knife he wanted to steal was gone, but his sources inside the museum had told him that the weapon had been missing ever since that night.
"GRAAHH," the self proclaimed monkey master shouted, "How could this have gone wrong?"
He remembered the moment in his dream where he had stabbed Kim Possible with the weapon. None of his monkeys knew of this because it had happened in an enclosed space, but Monkey Fist could still see it like it happened ten minutes ago.
The redhead had cried in agony as she clutched her side where Monkey Fist had most likely hit a kidney. Monkey Fist remembered his thoughts just before he had jumped out of the window, "Now let's see if the buffoon can do anything with the girl gone."
Of course, at that moment he had woken up in his bed, completely confused about the realness of the dream.
"But did I take the knife with me?" the English lord pondered as he treaded his almost ritual pacing circle once again, "And where is it now?"
Monkey Fist was still mulling when two of his monkey ninjas walked in carrying a plate with dinner, they also reminded him of the villain convention next week.
"That will be all, thank you," Monkey Fist said absent-mindedly, but decided to drop the matter and have dinner first. Maybe the villain convention would take his mind off it a bit. At least he could have some fun there; the conventions always made for interesting news and just plain old good ideas.
"Come on, I got to be able to do this," Kim said deep in focus as she once again tried to manoeuvre the wheelchair between the couches and chairs in the living room.
"I see why you want to be able to ride a wheelchair so I don't have to push you all the time," Ron told from the couch, "But do you need to be able to do the difficult stuff as well."
"Of course," Kim grinned, "Look, I can already do a wheelie," to show what she meant, the redhead leaned backwards while holding on to the wheels of the wheelchair, causing her to balance on the larger rear wheels of the chair, "I can even ride a bit."
She managed to ride a short bit on the rear wheels before she began to lose balance, "Whoa!"
Ron rushed over to catch her, but couldn't prevent Kim from falling backwards. Kim was already out of the wheelchair before it had fully fallen down though and she quickly righted it and climbed back in.
"Now what did I say about doing dangerous stuff?" Kim mother scolded as she chose that moment to walk back into the living room.
"Sorry mom," Kim muttered, looking down embarrassed, "But I would have done this too if I really was stuck to a wheelchair, except for the climbing back in part."
"She would," Ron nodded, earning him a raised eyebrow from his girlfriend.
"Well, I don't want it happening," Mrs. Dr. Possible said firmly, "Or do you want a 'cool down' too?"
"No mom," Kim said, "I'll behave."
When Jim and Tim had come home earlier that day, their mother had asked about the list and how much they had thought it through. They ended up being grounded for the rest of the day, a mild punishment according to Kim.
"Good," Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled, "Ron, would you fetch the boys, dinner is ready."
"Sure thing Mrs. Dr. P," Ron walked upstairs to get Jim and Tim.
"I could do that," Kim muttered.
"No way young lady," her mother told, "as long as you have the bandages and the cast, you'll act like them too. You better get used to it."
"Fine," Kim sighed and drove the wheelchair to the dinner table where she switched to a normal chair because the wheelchair wasn't high enough to properly reach the table.
"I hope you boys learned your lesson," Mrs. Dr. Possible said when Jim and Tim arrived at the table, "And I better not see you trying out dangerous experiments on your sister."
"But mom…" Tim began their complaint.
"…What if Kim is only invulnerable to physical harm," Jim added.
"And what if someone tried to poison her."
"And what about mystical weapons?" Ron suddenly added.
Kim frowned; whatever had happened to her was clearly in the supernatural range, perhaps they needed an expert on that.
"Maybe we could pay a visit to the Yamanouchi school," Ron suggested as if he had read KIm's mind, "I have a feeling that Sensei may know a little about weapons like these as well."
"We could do that," Kim agreed, "but we have to make sure the news about me being indestructible doesn't leak out any further."
"I don't think Sensei will talk," Ron smiled, half joking.
"No, but Yamanouchi has enemies that try to keep a close eye on the school," Kim told, "And one of them is Monkey Fist."
"You have a point," Ron admitted, "but I think we still need to go see Sensei."
"Alright," Kim conceded, "but not before next week, maybe Monkey Fist will just have given up by then and started looking for something else."
Kim sighed as she was once again alone in the house, "It's a beautiful Saturday, I want to get out."
Kim's mother was working at the hospital while her father was at some teambuilding day for his work; meaning he would probably play golf for the entire day.
Jim and Tim were out playing soccer with some friends and Ron was at his home working on a homework assignment Mr. Barkin had given him the day before.
Kim had offered to help but Ron had refused, saying that Mr. Barkin had stated that he would have to do it alone and that the vice principal would most likely recognize Kim's style if she helped him.
"Well, I can at least go to the backyard and catch some sun," Kim spoke to herself and began preparing for just that.
When she had finally gotten into the backyard - no easy feat in the wheelchair, but she had to take the neighbours into account – Kim switched over to one of the lawn chairs and laid back, taking in the still nice autumn rays.
When Kim was just beginning to relax, she faintly heard the doorbell ringing.
"Why now?" Kim muttered as she got up and back into the wheelchair before answering the door.
"Can I help you?" Kim asked when a younger girl, most likely a freshman stood at the front door, "Wait… aren't you that girl who almost got under the car?"
The other girl's eyes grew wide an she seemed about to cry, "ImsosorryIgotyouhurt."
"Hey, relax," Kim said, a bit taken aback, "Take a deep breath."
Lisa took a deep, shivering breath, "I'm so sorry you got hurt… it was all my fault…"
"Wait, hold on," Kim interrupted the girl, "what makes you think it was your fault? If anyone's to blame, it's the driver of that car."
Lisa was about to object when Kim spoke again, "Why don't you come inside? If you want, I can get you something to drink."
The girls eyes grew even bigger than before; "Kim Possible's home? I can actually get inside?"
Misinterpreting Lisa's shocked expression, Kim smiled encouragingly, "I won't bite. What's your name?"
"L-Lisa," Lisa told when she followed the older girl inside.
"D-does it hurt?" Lisa meekly asked as she sat down on the couch while Kim went to the kitchen to get two cans of soda.
"Hmm?" Kim asked, "No… I've felt worse some times, fighting off villains and their henchmen enables you to deal with pain pretty quick."
"Will you be able to do that again?" Lisa asked, "Fighting villains I mean."
"Yeah," Kim smiled, "according to the doctor I'll be fully up and running in a couple of weeks."
Lisa gaped at the redhead, "That's amazing."
"I guess I got pretty lucky," Kim said, knowing that Lisa wouldn't know half of how lucky Kim had actually been, "Hey, I'll let you in on a little secret."
"What?" Lisa asked confused.
Kim put the wheelchair on its break and carefully stood up, "I can already walk a bit again… don't tell my mother though, she wants me to heal up enough first."
As Kim hobbled to the couch and sat next to the younger girl, Lisa couldn't help but stare again, "When I saw you got hit… I thought…" she began to snivel again.
"Hey, don't worry," Kim put her arm on Lisa's shoulder, "I'm okay."
"Yeah, I know…" the blond girl gave a watery smile, "Because you are Kim Possible… you can do anything."
Kim was momentarily confused, but then she recognized the similar tone that her cousin Joss had used during her days of Kim Possible Adoration, "So, you a fan?"
"Yeah," Lisa chuckled embarrassed, "I was so happy that I could attend the same school as you do… but your brothers don't seem to care."
"They sure don't care that much," Kim smirked, recalling the many times Jim and Tim had kept on teasing her despite her being exhausted or injured from a saving the world mission, "Jim and Tim have grown used to it I guess."
Lisa shook her head, still unable to understand why Jim and Tim wouldn't be awestruck by their famous sister, then she looked up and smiled meekly at Kim, "Could I… have your autograph?"
Kim had to stifle a laugh, "Sure you can," she accepted the notebook from the younger girl, "You know, you could have asked me in school."
"I tried to," Lisa admitted, "But I kept missing opportunities… until… well…"
"When I got hit by the car," Kim finished.
"Yeah," Lisa looked down, "I wanted your autograph so much, I didn't watch when I crossed the street, so it is my fault that you got hurt."
"Just put that thought out of your mind," Kim said firmly, "don't put yourself into such a guilt trip. Yes, you didn't watch out, but that guy in the car was speeding… way over the speed limit."
"I know," Lisa said, but Kim could see the girl was now starting to get scared of her.
Putting her arm on the younger girl's shoulder again, Kim smiled, "Relax, maybe you should learn a bit from the tweebs… Jim and Tim," she added, seeing Lisa's confused look, "I'm just a normal person. What I do may be a bit out there, but there are many more people helping whichever way they can."
Kim took a deep breath, ordering her thoughts, "What I'm trying to say is; you shouldn't idolise people for what they do, you should be inspired to do things to help out yourself. And that can be in the very small stuff, just helping a cat out of a tree can be rewarding, or helping an elderly person cross the street."
Lisa smiled, more genuinely now, "You're right, I-I'll try to be more like you… the helping thing I mean," she quickly added after a slight frown from Kim.
The girls chatted for a little while longer until Lisa had to return home, Kim held in a chuckle for the younger girl much more confident posture, she hoped Lisa could maintain that new attitude.
But as she closed the door, the redhead sighed; she had really wanted to show Lisa that she had been unharmed so the girl wouldn't feel so guilty anymore.
"This is difficult in ways I never imagined," Kim muttered to herself, looking at her cast and bandages.
"How was your day Kimmie?" Kim's mother asked when she returned from work.
"Boring," Kim sighed, "Although I did meet up with Lisa, the girl who almost got hit by the car."
"How was she taking it?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked.
"Pretty bad at first," Kim grimaced, "but I think I got through to her though. It's just… I almost told her I was unhurt."
"Kim, you know you can't tell anyone," Kim's mother told, "You said it yourself already."
"I know, and I didn't," Kim said, "but she looked so guilt-ridden, I kinda felt bad for her."
"Well, you'll just have to hold up for a couple of weeks," Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled.
"Yeah, until I get 'hurt' again," Kim muttered, "these things tend to seek me out, you know."
"Then you'll just have to be careful," the older possible woman told, "I know I'd be happier for it."
Later that day, after dinner, Ron passed by, "Hey KP, how are you holding up?"
"Still the same," Kim smirked, giving Ron a slight kiss, "How did your assignment go?"
"It was terrible," Ron muttered, "I worked the whole day on it, but at least it's finished now."
"Great," Kim smiled, "maybe tomorrow we can go out, somewhere where I won't have to pretend to be hurt."
"Heh," Ron chuckled, "hard to find such a place and find a good reason to go there."
"I know," Kim sighed, "well, at least we can hang out together."
"How did it go? How was she doing?"
"WHAAH!" Lisa almost jumped out of her skin when Bonnie practically ambushed her, "Why did you do that? Wait… have you been waiting here?"
"Of course not," Bonnie snapped irritated, "I… just happened to walk by when I saw you. And since you left Kim's house, I was curious how she was doing."
"Right," Lisa frowned, "Well… Kim seems to be doing fine, she is recovering quite quick."
"How quick?" Bonnie pressed, "Did she, like, start walking around?"
Lisa looked confused at the older girl, "Well, yeah actually. She told me she could already stand on her own a bit and walk with the crutches." The blond girl caught herself, "You can't tell anyone though."
"Yeah, I won't," Bonnie told absentmindedly.
Neither of the girls noticed the blue sedan with tainted windows that drove off as they departed.
"This is nice," Kim smiled as Ron pushed her in the wheelchair through the park, "Though I could've walked if we brought the crutches."
"I know you could," Ron grinned, "and that's why we didn't take them."
Kim turned around in the chair to give her boyfriend a swat on his chest. Ron just laughed and continued pushing the wheelchair until they reached a partly shaded spot with some benches that were currently unoccupied.
"Alright, let me at least sit on the bench," Kim said, "You know I don't like this chair."
"Why not?" Ron asked, "It's comfortable, right?"
"Yes," Kim muttered, "but it makes me feel, you know… helpless."
Ron shook his head, "KP, you got to play the part. You know you would have been confined to the wheelchair if you hadn't turned indestructible."
"I know," Kim sighed, "but I wouldn't have liked it any more."
"So it is true," a familiar voice suddenly called out, shocking both teens.
"Yori?" Kim gasped as the ninja emerged from between the trees, Ron was still clutching his chest as he slumped down on the bench, "D-don't d-do that… e-ever again."
Kim turned to her boyfriend, "Cut it out Ron, she didn't scare you that much," turning back to Yori, she frowned, "What are you doing here? And how much did you hear?"
"We heard stories about Monkey Fist and how he tried to obtain what must never be gotten," The ninja told, "When you two ruined his plan, we thought it was over. But then we heard about your car accident."
"Let me guess," Kim sighed, "you thought that I had gotten a bit too lucky and put two and two together?"
"I am not sure if I fully understand your American expression," Yori said, "But yes, we figured out that you may have obtained what no mortal should ever be bestowed on."
"Ok, wait, back up a bit," Ron interrupted, "are we even talking about the same thing? I mean that weapon that Monkey Fist used was Egyptian, right?"
"Yes," Yori admitted, "not even the great masters of old times had dared to experiment with such powers. Only the ancient Egyptian priests were comfortable enough with the realm of death to do such a thing."
"Okay…" Kim frowned, "Maybe you can tell me what exactly happened to me?"
"We wanted to get to Yamanouchi next week to ask," Ron told.
"This was too dire to wait another week," Yori said, "I will try to explain, but not here, this requires more privacy."
As the three got out of the park, neither noticed the man with dark glasses a few hundred feet away holding up what looked like a gun with a dish on the barrel.
Kim, Ron and Yori went to Kim's house to discuss further.
"Tell me, do you know anything about the Egypt god Anubis?" Yori asked.
"Isn't he the Jackal god?" Ron said.
"One time we fought someone who was under a spell of the Jackal king," Kim explained, "Anubis is also the god of the dead, right?"
"Yes," the ninja told, "there used to be a sect of priests devoted to Anubis who held the key to the realm of death."
"Wait," Ron interrupted, "why do you know so much of it? This isn't really Yamanouchi's style, is it?"
"It is not," Yori admitted, "However, the Yamanouchi school is one of the last remaining protectors of the great powers… most protectors have been eliminated or passed away."
"What happened to the powers?" Kim asked.
"They remained hidden," the ninja told, "some were protected by other protectors… and some were eventually found."
"And I hold one of those powers now?" Kim asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," Yori told, "the most powerful and gruesome power has been bestowed on you."
"So far, it worked out fine," Ron objected, "if not for that power, KP would have been splattered."
"Thanks for the image," Kim deadpanned before turning to Yori, "What makes this power so terrible?"
Yori took a deep breath before answering, "Possible-san, you are immortal."
"Well, that's… kinda cool, right?" Ron said, "I mean, what villain could hurt you anymore?"
But Kim had already fallen silent as the implication began to set in, and as Yori explained the redhead started to see the consequences, "Possible-san cannot die, nor be hurt by any mortal or mystical weapon, even time will not affect her anymore."
"Staying young forever," Ron awkwardly tried to change the mood, "That's gotta rock… a bit?"
"No…" Kim shook her head while a few tears streaked down her cheeks, "You will still age… mom and dad too, the tweebs… everyone I know and care for…"
Ron began too see it too now, "B-but sometimes, letting go…"
"I know," Kim softly said, swallowing away a sob, "and maybe I can take it for some time… but for all eternity..." she looked at Yori again, "That's the curse, right? Everything will fall away from me… until I stop caring… and then…" she took a shivering breath, not wanting to end that sentence.
Yori nodded silently, "I am sorry."
"Isn't there anything we can do?" Kim asked in a weak voice, "I will gladly give this up, just tell me how."
"Again, I am sorry," Yori said, "I do not have an answer, perhaps Sensei does."
Ron nodded while holding Kim in a tight hug, "We'll visit Yamanouchi as soon as we can."
"Thank you," Yori smiled before leaving through the window, moments later there was no sign that the ninja had even been there.
"KP," Ron softly said as he stroked Kim's hair, "We'll get through this."
"I know," Kim took a shivering breath and looked into her boyfriend's eyes, "We always do. It's just… I never realized what it actually meant, living forever. I'm not even sure if I do now."
Ron smiled, "We'll get through this, no matter what. And even if we can't fix it, we'll still have a long time together."
Kim gave a weak smile, "Yeah… but I prefer fixing it, I don't want to lose you."
Later that evening, Ron walked home with mixed feelings; on the one hand, he saw how devastated Kim was by the idea of not just outliving him, but outliving him by a wide margin. But on the other - very selfish – hand, Ron was actually relieved; Kim wouldn't be in danger anymore, the sometimes nauseating feeling in his stomach when Kim tried a dangerous move to catch a villain or to safe someone would be gone.
Although he felt guilty for it, Ron smiled a bit as the burden of fear was lifted. Sure, he still had his own fears, but those he could deal with; the fears he had for Kim's wellbeing were something he couldn't even talk about most of the time, not even with Kim.
The next day, Kim's mother finally allowed her back to school. And when Ron pushed her onto the school grounds they were immediately surrounded by their friends.
"Kim, how are you?" Monique asked on behalf of everyone.
Kim smiled, "I'm pretty good actually, the doctor said I'd be up and running in a few weeks… mom wants to make it longer though."
"We heard about the guy getting arrested," Felix said, "I hope he gets what he deserves."
Kim's composure seemed to falter a bit after what Felix said, but she quickly recovered, "Well in fact I've been asked to testify, but I'm more concerned about just healing up though."
"Nice safe," Ron commended when he rode the wheelchair to Kim's locker.
"Thanks," Kim smiled, "At least this cast keeps reminding me to pretend to be hurt… wait, don't you have English class in a minute?"
"Yeah," Ron admitted, "But I have to help you…"
"I can take care of myself," Kim smirked, "I'm no excuse for you to get late to class."
"Aw man," Ron muttered as he hurried to his class.
Kim chuckled and began to wheel to her own mathematics class, moments later she heard an electronic motor behind her, "Hey Felix."
"Going old fashioned, I see," the blond haired boy smiled as he matched speed with Kim.
Kim had to suppress a terrible feeling of guilt when she saw Felix' concern; she suddenly felt like a huge pretender playing a cruel joke.
Somehow managing a smile, the redhead nodded, "Yeah, my arms work fine and the electronic ones are quite expensive."
"Gotcha," Felix grinned as he patted the armrest of his own chair, "If all the gadgets in this thing weren't so heavy I'd like to push it myself, I'm sure the ladies would like the buff arms," he jokingly flexed his biceps.
Kim giggled at the display, "I'm sure they would. Now come on, I don't want to get too late for class."
The rest of the day went by with little difficulty, although Kim still felt a bit put off by the concern she got from most of her fellow students; she couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't deserve it.
"Why do I feel so guilty about this?" Kim asked Ron on the way home from school, "It's not like I could have done anything about it, right?"
Ron smiled, "You just don't like to get pity you didn't deserve, same as when you get praise you didn't deserve."
"And what do you mean by that?" Kim frowned.
Ron chuckled, "Remember the cookie sale 'fraud'?"
"Oh, that," Kim looked down embarrassed, "But that was ages ago."
When Kim and Ron were still in elementary school, there had been a cookie sale to sponsor a school happening and there had been three prizes for the three best cookie sellers.
Although Kim had enthusiastically partaken, her shyness had prevented her from being amongst the top three cookie sellers. However, another girl had been a lot more competitive about the whole cookie sale and she couldn't deal with ending up relatively low on the list, so the girl had switched some numbers on the ordering forms to make it seem that she had sold all those cookies.
Unfortunately for her, the girl had made a mistake in writing down the number, thus handing all the sales to Kim.
Suffice to say that Kim had been astonished by the fact that she had gotten first place. But when she had found out why, the redhead had literally gone out of her way to turn things right again. On the plus side, that had broken her out of a lot of her shyness but the taste of winning had also lingered, giving rise to Kim's competitive nature.
"Well, you just can't take injustice, whichever way," Ron smirked, "and I love you for it."
"Thanks," Kim smiled.
"If it weren't for that, you think we would have even met?" Ron pondered, referring to the first time they had met in pre-school when Ron had been attacked by some bullies after standing up to them on Kim's behalf.
"I don't know," Kim admitted with a smile, "I'm just glad that we met back then."
Later that evening, at the dinner table, Kim frowned, "Weird, I didn't have much for breakfast this morning and I only ate a salad for lunch, but I'm not feeling really hungry."
This, of course, immediately alarmed her mother, "Are you not feeling well?"
"I feel fine," Kim told, "Just like every moment since I somehow got that power; no pain, no discomfort… and apparently no hunger either."
"Did you have this before?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked, "In any of the past few days?"
"Not that I know," Kim admitted, "It's just… I don't have that feeling just before a meal, you know what I mean."
"Sure do," Jim and Tim grinned, eying their food longingly.
"You're completely not hungry?" Kim's father asked, "Or are just not feeling it?"
"It's the last one," Kim said, "It's like I'm just up for a snack."
Eventually, Kim easily kept up with her brothers, but to her surprise she didn't feel much different than before the meal.
"Do you think this also has something to do with your power," Jim asked.
"I guess," Kim muttered, "but I don't like it one bit; everything normal is falling away from me."
Kim tossed and turned in her sleep, unable to escape from the dream she was having.
Brown eyes gazed into green, tear filled eyes, "KP… it's time to let go."
"No!" Kim held on closer to her man, "They're all gone, please don't let me lose you as well."
"I'm sorry," the 96-year old man smiled weakly, "It's my time."
"No, no… please no," the redhead, similar of age but not looking a day older than eighteen, cried. But she saw it was too late, Ron had left the world of the living.
The nightmare continued.
Feeling lonelier than ever, Kim walked past the gravestones on the cemetery. Everyone she had loved, everyone she had cared for lay here; her parents, her brothers, four of their children. A little while further was the Jewish cemetery where Ron's parents lay, and now Ron too.
A few other persons walked by and Kim heard them comment that these days so few young people visited here.
"If only you knew," Kim muttered bitterly, low enough the others could not hear, "If only you knew."
With a gasp, Kim woke up, tears still stinging in her eyes. The first thing she did was check the calendar. Sighing in relief when she saw the date she eyed the phone, ready to call Ron.
"No, it can wait… until tomorrow."
Kim sighed and walked back to her bed, not feeling ready to go to sleep again. Instead, she switched on the small desk light and grabbed a couple of books to fill the rest of the night.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, more to follow soon. I appreciate reviews.