Vengeance Is Mine...
By the time they got to the hospital, Cindy was replaying her life for the third time—Margaret broke the sound barrier and just about every rule of driving getting to the hospital, her face pale and set. She skidded the vehicle into the parking space, barely missing the wall and got out without even bothering to close the door. Cindy followed her, still in the dark on what had happened—Margaret hadn't said a thing.
Running into the hospital, Margaret got directions from the floor nurse and than burst into an examination room.
"What is going on here!" She said angrily. There were the kids, Rabbi Katz and Shelly, on the examination bed. Ron's hands were bandaged, again, and Kim. That opened the floodgates, and Cindy listened, having a feeling that she'd just fallen into a science fiction movie… not surprising, given who was doing the talking.
"That….thing, is Shego?" Margaret said. "I let her get you into her apartment?"
"She's not…. Shego." Kim said, "Not anymore."
"Kimmie!" her mother snapped, "That's ridiculous. She's just using you, again, trying to hurt you….again!" She paused, "And if you're not worried, why is she tied to the bed!" Dr. Possible was almost hyperventilating, her face pale with fury and fear. Cindy moved up beside her, putting a hand on her friends shoulder.
"Rabbi Katz." She said, "Why is she tied up." The Rabbi looked at them both and nodded.
"Because none of us know what she'll be like when she wakes up… according to Ronald and Kimberly, as well as the others, she acted like she had two minds—and 'shelly' threw herself into the falls, but whether or not "Shelly" or "Shego" will be in charge when she wakes up…"
"Well, then lets call Global Justice." Margaret said.
"Mom, no!" Kim replied, "What if it is Shelly now, not Shego? They'd never believe that."
"Well, neither do I." Kim's mother said.
"This is outside of my experience." Cindy commented, "'split personality' is actually more of a Hollywood myth than a reality, at least in the sense of completely independent personalities coexisting…and definitely not at the same time." She paused, "How did she get young?"
"The Juvinator." Kim said,
"The what?" Cindy replied.
"A gadget for making people young." Ron supplied. "Drakken invented it, but it didn't go anywhere…"
"Why not…I'd like to be young again." Cindy replied.
"Because people who tried it for too long turned into piles of goo." Kim replied. "I guess She-Shelly's comet metabolism protected her."
"Yeah." Zita said, "but look at her hands—I guess her powers aren't working correctly." Margaret was still glaring at Katz.
"And you just let them bring her here?" Katz was unrepentant.
"Kimberly and Ronald, of all of us, have the most right to demand vengeance—or mercy, Dr. Possible. If they have chosen mercy, I won't gainsay them."
"Mom…" Kim said, "I knew this would happen…but we need you. You're the brain surgeon—can't you figure out what is happening—who won?"
"It doesn't matter!" Margaret hissed, "That… person, was the one who tortured you, Kimmie, no matter what she says, no matter what she remembers!"
"She also saved us." Kim said. "And killed herself—at least as far as she knew. Doesn't that count for something?"
Margaret looked at her daughter. If she called the police, Kim would never forgive her…but to leave Shego alive? To play her games again?
No. But she couldn't convince Kimmie…her daughter wouldn't understand.
"I'll have to clear one of the new brain imaging labs." Margaret said. "Kim, you and the others will have to leave the room while I prepare Shelly." Kim looked up at her mothers change of address. "I'm presuming those restraints will hold?"
"Yes." Cindy said, looking at the thick restraints, but then looking over at Dr. Possible with concern. That was too fast… "I think they will."
"Good." Margaret said. "Everyone out!" Everyone left, and she paused and looked over at Ron. "Ron, you and the others go down to the Emergency room, and get yourselves checked out."
"But." Kim started.
"No buts, young lady." Her mother said. Kim nodded, and Ron pushed her out of the room, the hospital issue wheelchair squeaking slightly. Margaret looked at Rabbi Katz and Cindy.
"Why don't you go down and watch them—just in case someone gets antsy about their presence."
"Very well." Cindy said, and she and Katz left, leaving Margaret and Shelly alone.
In the silence, broken only by Shelly's breathing, Margaret waited. She didn't move towards the computer scheduling unit that would clear the lab. She turned towards the drug cabinet. A slim hand keyed in the code to open it, and then used the override that she, as the head of Neurosurgery had access to—the one that prevented the security computer from recording the opening. Done in order to prevent security from being continuously bombarded by alerts during a procedure, none worried about it, as end of the week inventories would quickly catch any thieves. Except of course, that by the end of the week, this cabinet would be fully stocked again.
She reached in, and got the vial of morphine. A moment later, and she had pulled out and prepared a syringe. She quickly filled the Syringe, and turned back towards Shelly's unconscious body.
She didn't bother to clear any air bubbles from the syringe. That would normally be dangerous…
But the dosage was far beyond lethal, in any case.
To be continued.