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Kim looked down out the broken window, and fear flooded her.
"Ron!" Kim screamed. She climbed out the window, not caring that the jagged edges cut her arm and leg. It was snowing outside, and it was very cold. Ron was lying in the snow outside the broken window. (not high up, just the bottom floor window) He was motionless. But the worst part was the blood.
Ron's blood.
It was splattered all over then snow, and all over Ron. Huge crimson splashes
Kim knelt beside Ron. "Ron?" she asked. Ron's eyes opened.
"Ouch," he muttered. He was cut everywhere from the glass. His neck was cut, and Kim was horrified to discover that it was right about where his neck artery was. It was bleeding profusely.
"Oh Ron what happened?" Kim asked. She just about to go hysterical.
"Window. He threw me through the window," Ron whispered, his voice shaking.
"Who? Who would do this to you?" Kim asked, her voice breaking.
"Don't know," Ron said weakly.
Kim felt tears coming to her eyes. Ron was bleeding. Ron was hurt.
Somebody call 911!" Kim heard somebody's panicked voice yell. The tears didn't roll down Kim's face. She stopped them. She was Kim Possible. She couldn't cry. But then she did. Hot tears seared down her cheeks.
"Ron are you OK?" Kim asked frantically.
"Somehow I don't think so KP," Ron said, his voice weaker then before.
"Ron!" Kim sobbed. She pulled him into her arms. His blood soaked her black dress. But she didn't care. Ron was near to passing out from blood loss. His eyes began to close.
"Ron wait! I-I love you!" Kim desperately said.
Ron's eyes opened for a moment before they closed again.
"Oh KP I L-" and then he passed out.
"Ron!" Kim sobbed hysterically. She could hear ambulances in the distance. And she sat there with Ron in her arms.
"Please let him be OK," Kim prayed as the ambulances swerved up. It took a few minutes for the white uniformed people to pry Kim away from Ron so they could load him onto a stretcher. They let her ride in the ambulance with Ron. She leaned over the cot he lay on and held him in her arms. The whole ride to the hospital Kim was sobbing. When they got there Ron was loaded onto another stretcher. Before they carried Ron away, Kim kissed his cheek.
"Take care of him," Kim whispered to the sky.
After Ron was whooshed into the emergency room Kim sat down in the ER's waiting room. She tried to read a magazine, but she couldn't. The words blurred together. They didn't make sense, and when she did she read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over.
As Kim sat there crying the waiting room door burst open. Skye ran in.
"Kim!" he yelled. For some reason he was in tears.
"What is it Skye? What's wrong?" Kim asked. She hugged him.
"I did it! I threw Ron out the window! I can't control my actions sometimes. I-I meant to tell you but I-I'm crazy sometimes. Can't control myself. Homicide! Genocide! I can't help it! I'm so sorry!" Skye said. And he slid to the floor crying.
Kim looked down out the broken window, and fear flooded her.
"Ron!" Kim screamed. She climbed out the window, not caring that the jagged edges cut her arm and leg. It was snowing outside, and it was very cold. Ron was lying in the snow outside the broken window. (not high up, just the bottom floor window) He was motionless. But the worst part was the blood.
Ron's blood.
It was splattered all over then snow, and all over Ron. Huge crimson splashes
Kim knelt beside Ron. "Ron?" she asked. Ron's eyes opened.
"Ouch," he muttered. He was cut everywhere from the glass. His neck was cut, and Kim was horrified to discover that it was right about where his neck artery was. It was bleeding profusely.
"Oh Ron what happened?" Kim asked. She just about to go hysterical.
"Window. He threw me through the window," Ron whispered, his voice shaking.
"Who? Who would do this to you?" Kim asked, her voice breaking.
"Don't know," Ron said weakly.
Kim felt tears coming to her eyes. Ron was bleeding. Ron was hurt.
Somebody call 911!" Kim heard somebody's panicked voice yell. The tears didn't roll down Kim's face. She stopped them. She was Kim Possible. She couldn't cry. But then she did. Hot tears seared down her cheeks.
"Ron are you OK?" Kim asked frantically.
"Somehow I don't think so KP," Ron said, his voice weaker then before.
"Ron!" Kim sobbed. She pulled him into her arms. His blood soaked her black dress. But she didn't care. Ron was near to passing out from blood loss. His eyes began to close.
"Ron wait! I-I love you!" Kim desperately said.
Ron's eyes opened for a moment before they closed again.
"Oh KP I L-" and then he passed out.
"Ron!" Kim sobbed hysterically. She could hear ambulances in the distance. And she sat there with Ron in her arms.
"Please let him be OK," Kim prayed as the ambulances swerved up. It took a few minutes for the white uniformed people to pry Kim away from Ron so they could load him onto a stretcher. They let her ride in the ambulance with Ron. She leaned over the cot he lay on and held him in her arms. The whole ride to the hospital Kim was sobbing. When they got there Ron was loaded onto another stretcher. Before they carried Ron away, Kim kissed his cheek.
"Take care of him," Kim whispered to the sky.
After Ron was whooshed into the emergency room Kim sat down in the ER's waiting room. She tried to read a magazine, but she couldn't. The words blurred together. They didn't make sense, and when she did she read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over. She read the same sentence over and over.
As Kim sat there crying the waiting room door burst open. Skye ran in.
"Kim!" he yelled. For some reason he was in tears.
"What is it Skye? What's wrong?" Kim asked. She hugged him.
"I did it! I threw Ron out the window! I can't control my actions sometimes. I-I meant to tell you but I-I'm crazy sometimes. Can't control myself. Homicide! Genocide! I can't help it! I'm so sorry!" Skye said. And he slid to the floor crying.