Here's part 2 within one day! Once again this was written by thewritingsoftaylor30 so all the credit goes to her and you guys already know this disclaimer so on the story (theme music)
(Kim's POV)
My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself in a bed….inhaling a vaccination smell. I looked around, and realized, with all the equipment, and posters and that beep machine…I was in a hospital. The door swung open, revealing a man with glasses and a white coat over his button-down shirt and khakis. I also noticed a nametag…Doctor Jones.
"Oh!" He screamed, as he saw me. "Nurse! Come quick…the girl has regained consciousness…call her friends!"
I was officially confused. "Uh…hello to you too?" I said.
"Oh, my apologies," He said coming closer to me. "Hello Kim, I am Doctor Jones. It looks like you responded well to the treatment."
"What happened to me?" I asked, clutching my head.
"It was tragic…you were caught in a fire…I believe your school was hosting a prom, and the room had caught on fire, and you were stuck there. You were very close to dying. Luckily—"
"KIM!" I heard the guys yell. They rushed inside, wearing tuxedos and embracing me, with big sighs of relief.
"You're okay!" Milton said.
"How are you feeling?" Eddie said.
"Can you remember anything?" Rudy asked.
"Whoa, your face is a mess!" Jerry said. I shot him a death glare, and he backed away. I concentrated on Rudy's question…can I remember anything? After what the doctor told me and after seeing the guys in tuxedos (except Rudy of course) I did remember everything. The prom. The chaos. The Travis. The fire. Everything.
"Yeah, I think I feel better," I said. "And I know remember…we were at prom,"
"Oh that's not all!" Milton said. "Jack—"
"Milton!" Rudy stopped. "I think it would be better if the doctor explained to Kim."
"Well, technically speaking, I could qualify as a doctor!" Milton defended.
"Guys! In the hall!" Rudy shoved the guys out the door. "You can meet Kim later!" And the door shut, leaving me and the doctor alone.
"Wait…if I was caught in the fire…" I was thinking hard. "Then, how did I get out?"
The doctor sighed. "Your friend saved you, Kim."
My mind went on Grace, or the guys, or Travis…or even Rudy. "What's the name?" I asked.
He sighed yet again. "Jack…Jack was the one who saved you."
At first, I had no words. Nothing. All I did was staring at the doctor, in utter shock and disbelief. Jack? Saving me? What? But he doesn't care about me…why would he go through a fire to save me? Why would he try and risk his life just to save me? Unfortunately, an even worse question came up in mind.
What if he did risk his life to save me?
"He what?" I said. "Is he okay? Is he hurt? Did you find him? Are you sure that it was Jack? Maybe—"
"Kim, calm down," The doctor said with concern. "Jack's fine. You both got very lucky. If Jack hadn't come for you, you would've been dead. And if he hadn't banged that vent, then no one would've found him. And then—"
"Yeah, I get it!" I cut him off. I didn't want to hear it.
"Well, as critical as Jack's position was, we were able to fix him up, and he's doing fine now. He should regain consciousness any time now. You know, Kim…you got a pretty loyal friend there…you better hold on to him. He's worth it."
I straightened up on my bed. I couldn't believe it….after all we've been through…him cheating on me…me being so rude to him (it was worth it, but still) Travis. Even after all that, he came for me. A warm feeling rushed over, as I thought about how nice that was…that he still cared about me, friends or not. Now that I think about it, it's sad to see us not friends anymore, but fighting. I didn't want to do that anymore. I needed to talk to him. "Doctor Jones…can I please go see Jack?"
"Miss Crawford, I don't think—"
"Please?" I begged. "I need to see if he's okay."
He let out a big sigh. "Alright." He said. "Let's put you on a wheelchair."
"Wait why?" I asked. "Is my leg broken?"
"No, but if you've noticed, the only thing you're wearing is the hospital gown. I'll get some nurses to help you out with that." He stiffened, and walked away. I realized he was right…the only thing I was wearing was a hospital gown…which happens to have my butt sticking out it. The lady nurses came in (thank god!) and I quickly climbed on to the wheelchair, and they pushed me to the room where Jack was in. I saw him on the bed, with smears of ashes still on his face and as he saw me come in, his face seemed to have brightened a little bit.
"We'll leave you to alone…to it," The nurse mumbled as she put my wheelchair close to Jack's bed. I faced Jack, who luckily was at my level, when it came to the bed and all. He gave me a smile.
"Jack…I can't believe you saved me." I said, almost with tears in my eyes. "Thank you."
"Hey, even if you still hate me, you're still my friend Kim…remember that." He said, coughing a bit.
"Well…I guess I was too mad at you to talk about it, but…Jack, why did you do that?" I asked.
He faced me with a sad look. "Kim…I seriously didn't want to…"
"If you didn't want to, then why did you?"
"Because I wasn't the one who kissed Donna. She kissed me." He said. "She came up to me, and just talked to me for a while, and I was about to meet up with you, and she just…kissed me. Then your friend came up and smacked me on the head, not even letting me explain. And then she told you, and then Donna kept coming back, whenever you were there, and things just got all messed up like that."
"Really?" I asked, wondering if I still believed him or not.
"I swear." I said. "And then when you said you hated me, and got a date, I was so jealous, I called you a **, which I didn't mean."
"I know now that you didn't mean it." She said. "And…I believe you."
He looked up at me. "You do?"
"Yes…and I want to thank you for saving me…no one has ever risked their life for me…it's all my fault you're in a hospital bed."
"No, don't say that." He said, squeezing my hand. "I did it out of my choice, Kim. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you were dead. No matter what happens, even if we don't speak to eachother ever again…I'll still always be looking out for you. You may have quit the dojo…but I didn't. So, I live with the Wasabi Code. And…with you."
I looked up and threw my arms around him. "Thank you." I said. He squeezed me, tight. And as I pulled away I just gave him a smile.
"So, are we friends again?" He asked.
"Best friends." I said smiling, giving him a high-five.
"Maybe more than—"
"Let's go back to friends first." I said. "Let's just start over."
"I can live with that." He said, laughing. But as a way of starting over, I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Wow…you start over fast." He said, laughing.
"Well, you still did save my life…I don't think I can ever repay you for that."
"How about you come back to the dojo?"
"I was going to do that anyway, but okay," I said smiling, giving him a light shove. And within seconds, the guys burst in, and started babbling on how worried they were about us, and laughing and being together as a family. As I looked towards Jack, who gave me a smile, I knew that starting over, may be the perfect solution to what we both have been through.
And starting over means second chances.
