Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers, or the settings where they have
taken place. They are owned by Saban. I don't wish to get sued. The names
of the children and also Cristina are mine.
Setting: Between 1997-2060
F.Y.I: You are going to have to use your imagination a bit. In this story I have it so all the Rangers, new and old know each other for the most part. There are many flashbacks throughout this story also. ________________________________________________________________
When Kim got out of med school and got a permeate job at Angel Grove General Hospital, she was said to be one of the best doctors they have. You are lucky to have a doctor like Kim working on you because she always put the patients in front of her. I was glad to have her working on my son that one day when he got really sick.
Flashback
October 9, 2011
My youngest Son came into my room at 3am and woke me up.
"Hey Tristan, what's up?" He was 4 at the time.
"Don't feel good daddy." He tells me. I put my hand on his head and feel how warm he is.
"Come on bud. Let's go check your temperature." I pick him up and carry him downstairs to get the thermometer. Cristina was away on business that night.
"Ready? Count to 10 with me. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10! Good job." I tell him but frown when I see his temperature. "Ugg. Alright buddy! You have a 103.4 fever."
"That's hot!" Tristan says.
"Yes it is." I say. I go over to the TV and turn it on because its very apparent that my son is not going back to sleep anytime soon. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask him.
"Yes." He tells me, so we do. Half way through it he falls asleep. I put my hand on his head, and he got warmer.
I grab the thermometer and take his temperature. "Holy shit. 105.1." I run to the phone and call the only person I could think about.
"Hello?" A quiet half asleep voice comes over the phone.
"Kimberly." I say.
"Rocky, what's wrong?" She immediately wakes up.
"Tristan has a fever, of 105.1. He isn't." I say, but am cut off by Kim.
"I'm on my way over. Wake him up if he's sleeping." And she hangs up.
5 minutes later, though it felt like an eternity Kim arrives. "Hey Kim."
"Hey, where is he?"
"Family room." I tell her. "Follow me." She follows. "Tristan? Wake up buddy."
"Has he been awake at all through his temp?" Kim asks worried.
"Um about an hour ago." I tell her. She runs into the bathroom and gets a wet cloth. "We have to get him to the hospital Rocky. I can't do anything for him right now. I don't have the tools. You can drop the kids off at my house if you want, Tommy wont mind."
"No, that's alright, I'll call my mother and Cristina."
"Good Idea." Kimberly says. "Tristan, come on buddy, open your eyes for me. Come on Trist." No response.
I call my mom and then Kim and I go to the hospital with Tristan, awaiting Cris to come home.
"What do you have Oliver?" Harley asks.
"4 year old, temperature 105.5 last time checked, non responsive, breath sounds good, reflexes slow, vomited on the way over." Kim says.
"Alright, you ok to work on him?" Harley looks directly in the young doctor's eyes, knowing what she is going to say.
"Yeah. Rocky, stay here. I'll let you know how it turns out." Kim says and goes into trauma.
I start to protest the notion that I have to leave my son, but I also realized that Kimberly was the Doctor working on him, and I'd rather her working on him than anyone else. The last thing I see before leaving for the waiting room is Kimberly tying her hair back. After what seems like days, though only a few hours, my wife comes.
"Rocky." Cristina says, coming quickly over to me. "Is he ok?"
I look at her tired face and say, "Kimberly hasn't come out yet. She is in there working on him."
"What happened?" She asks.
"He just got sick." I say. Cristina breaks down in tears, and I just hold her.
"I can't loose him Rocky. He's only 4." She cries.
"He'll be ok Cristina, I hope." I say.
About an hour later, Kimberly came out looking very tired. I see her and stand up.
"Hey guys." She says.
"How is he Kim?" Cristina asks.
"We are still trying to bring his temperature down. I had to do a spinal tap to rule out meningitis, and also tested him for a few other things such as leukemia and chickenpox and a few others. I'm not going to lie to you guys it isn't good. His Temperature is extremely high Rocky. We have only brought it down to 104.9."
"Is he going to pull through Kimberly?" I ask her.
"We are trying everything we can."
My tone changes into anger when I heard her answer, "Don't you DARE treat me like just another patient Kimberly! Don't you dare!" She looks like she's going to burst into tears, but I continue yelling. "We are NOT just patients! He is your godson Kimberly! I want you to tell me how it is God Dammit! Is my son going to live or not? And you better choose your words carefully Kimberly Ann Hart. Don't you even think about lying to me." I was absolutely fuming, Christ, I even used her madden name.
"I'll know in the next few hours." She says, and quickly turns without another word to me and goes back to Tristan.
"Rocky." Cristina says. "Why are you yelling at her? She."
"I don't know." I say cutting her short. With that I sit down and pray for my son's health.
Just a few minutes after me loosing it on Kim, the pediatrician comes over to talk to us. "I'm Dr. Doug Smith. I was also helping with you're son Tristan. Let me just tell you, friend or no friend of Kimberly's, she is working her ass off to find out what is wrong with your son, and if I hear you yelling at her again, I will take personal offence to it. I know you are worried about him, but she is making sure that everything is being done that has to be done." He says smugly.
"Can we see him?" I ask.
"Soon." Smith says and walks back to the room his sons in. I see him put his arm around someone I figured it was Kimberly.
6:00 Am David comes on shift, he gets a really frightened look when he sees us. "What happened?" He says. David is Tommy's older brother.
"Tristan's sick." I say very melancholy.
"What do you mean Tristan's sick? James?" He turns his attention to the man working at the desk. "Who's the doctor with that family's son?" David asks.
"Kimberly." James says. David breathes a sigh of relief.
"Thank god. What does he have? Did Kim tell you?"
"No. I haven't seen her since about 5." Rocky tells him.
"Oh. odd. Ok, well let me go see. I'll be right back." He checks the board and walks into the room with our son.
About 20minutes later he comes back out. "You yelled at her?" David says a bit annoyed at me. "What the hell did you say to her?"
"I didn't mean what I said." I reply to him, truly sorry.
"She has fucking worked her ass off trying to find out what is wrong with your son and you yell at her. Dammit Rocky. The next time you think about yelling at her, you remember who is trying to save him."
"I know David. how is he?" I ask.
"Kim is stressing out because she can't figure out why his temperature is still so high. You can go in and see him if you want. I'll show you the way." David leads them in.
"Dammit!" Kim curses at her paperwork. She crumples up the paper and throws it on the floor. "Why the hell is his temp still high?" We are standing right outside the door.
"Hey, let me have a second with her before you go in." David says to us. He goes in. I sit on the chair outside Tristan's room and ease drop, its something I'm good at.
"Kimberly, calm down." David says.
"I can't figure it out Dave! I don't understand why his temperature is still sky high!" She says as she wipes a tear from her eye. "I can diagnose hundreds of patients, why the fuck can't I diagnose him?" She picks up another lab sheet and re-reads it. "He shouldn't still be in the 104's!"
"Come on Kimberly, take a break. You aren't even on today. Rocky and Cris are gonna come in to see Tristan." Dave says. She nods, puts down the paper and goes about her business.
"I have to find out what's wrong with him Dave. I have too!" Kimberly says. "He's my godson!"
"You will. Come on, maybe we can figure this out together." David says, as they walk out. Kimberly won't even look at me in the eyes. She walks right past me. boy did I ever fuck up that day.
"Kimberly," She turns around and looks at me, "Thank you." She walks away. I'll really have to talk to her after this night, but now all I can think about is my son.
"Hey Tristan, its daddy and mommy can you open your eyes for me?" I say. "Come on buddy. Open them, I know you can do it." He is so pale, and looks so little laying on the bed. There are many machines hooked up to him printing out stuff I have no clue what exactly, but it has been pissing off Kim.
"He looks so small Rocky." My wife tells me.
"Yeah, he does." I reply.
About an hour later, an alarm starts going off, Kimberly runs in with Smith close on her heals.
"What's going on?" Cristina asks.
"You have to leave," Smith says, showing them to the door.
"Tristan Stay with me! Come on buddy!" Kim says. "I don't know what's wrong!" Kim listens to his chest. "Doug, listen to his chest please."
"He collapsed his lung. We got to open him. Kimberly, you shouldn't be in here for this." Doug says.
"I'm staying." Kimberly says sternly. "Shit." They open him up a bit, inflate his lung and stitch him up. After, Kim pulls off her gloves and goes to the bathroom; she looks at herself in the mirror and at that second her emotions take over, and makes a dodge for the toilet where she is immediately sick.
After she's done, she splashes water in her face and goes back out to Tristan's bedside.
"Pneumonia, I should have known. Dammit!" She says.
"You saved him Kim." I say. She looks at me.
"I almost killed him Rocky." Kimberly tells me. "I missed his diagnosis. I almost caused him to die! Don't you get that!
"You saved his life Kim. If it wasn't for you, Tristan wouldn't be here with us." I smile at her, and she smiles a bit back. "You brought him back."
"I just wish I realized it sooner."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you Kimberly." I tell her.
"I would have done the exact same thing." Kim says, and I give her a hug.
"He should come around soon. You may want to stay around." She says, and walks out of the room.
I will forever be grateful for Kim saving my boys life.
End FB
"Rocky dear?" My wife calls to me.
"Yeah Cristina?" I reply.
"I am going to go to the movies with Julia and Angie. Would you like to come?
She inquires.
"No thanks dear. I am gonna stay around and do some house work." I smile at her.
"Alright then, I'll be back in a bit!" Cristina says
"Alright Cris! Have a good time" I say.
I look at a picture of the entire group that I have in my photo album. We lost Kimberly just a short 4 years after she saved my son.
To Be Continued.
Setting: Between 1997-2060
F.Y.I: You are going to have to use your imagination a bit. In this story I have it so all the Rangers, new and old know each other for the most part. There are many flashbacks throughout this story also. ________________________________________________________________
When Kim got out of med school and got a permeate job at Angel Grove General Hospital, she was said to be one of the best doctors they have. You are lucky to have a doctor like Kim working on you because she always put the patients in front of her. I was glad to have her working on my son that one day when he got really sick.
Flashback
October 9, 2011
My youngest Son came into my room at 3am and woke me up.
"Hey Tristan, what's up?" He was 4 at the time.
"Don't feel good daddy." He tells me. I put my hand on his head and feel how warm he is.
"Come on bud. Let's go check your temperature." I pick him up and carry him downstairs to get the thermometer. Cristina was away on business that night.
"Ready? Count to 10 with me. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10! Good job." I tell him but frown when I see his temperature. "Ugg. Alright buddy! You have a 103.4 fever."
"That's hot!" Tristan says.
"Yes it is." I say. I go over to the TV and turn it on because its very apparent that my son is not going back to sleep anytime soon. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask him.
"Yes." He tells me, so we do. Half way through it he falls asleep. I put my hand on his head, and he got warmer.
I grab the thermometer and take his temperature. "Holy shit. 105.1." I run to the phone and call the only person I could think about.
"Hello?" A quiet half asleep voice comes over the phone.
"Kimberly." I say.
"Rocky, what's wrong?" She immediately wakes up.
"Tristan has a fever, of 105.1. He isn't." I say, but am cut off by Kim.
"I'm on my way over. Wake him up if he's sleeping." And she hangs up.
5 minutes later, though it felt like an eternity Kim arrives. "Hey Kim."
"Hey, where is he?"
"Family room." I tell her. "Follow me." She follows. "Tristan? Wake up buddy."
"Has he been awake at all through his temp?" Kim asks worried.
"Um about an hour ago." I tell her. She runs into the bathroom and gets a wet cloth. "We have to get him to the hospital Rocky. I can't do anything for him right now. I don't have the tools. You can drop the kids off at my house if you want, Tommy wont mind."
"No, that's alright, I'll call my mother and Cristina."
"Good Idea." Kimberly says. "Tristan, come on buddy, open your eyes for me. Come on Trist." No response.
I call my mom and then Kim and I go to the hospital with Tristan, awaiting Cris to come home.
"What do you have Oliver?" Harley asks.
"4 year old, temperature 105.5 last time checked, non responsive, breath sounds good, reflexes slow, vomited on the way over." Kim says.
"Alright, you ok to work on him?" Harley looks directly in the young doctor's eyes, knowing what she is going to say.
"Yeah. Rocky, stay here. I'll let you know how it turns out." Kim says and goes into trauma.
I start to protest the notion that I have to leave my son, but I also realized that Kimberly was the Doctor working on him, and I'd rather her working on him than anyone else. The last thing I see before leaving for the waiting room is Kimberly tying her hair back. After what seems like days, though only a few hours, my wife comes.
"Rocky." Cristina says, coming quickly over to me. "Is he ok?"
I look at her tired face and say, "Kimberly hasn't come out yet. She is in there working on him."
"What happened?" She asks.
"He just got sick." I say. Cristina breaks down in tears, and I just hold her.
"I can't loose him Rocky. He's only 4." She cries.
"He'll be ok Cristina, I hope." I say.
About an hour later, Kimberly came out looking very tired. I see her and stand up.
"Hey guys." She says.
"How is he Kim?" Cristina asks.
"We are still trying to bring his temperature down. I had to do a spinal tap to rule out meningitis, and also tested him for a few other things such as leukemia and chickenpox and a few others. I'm not going to lie to you guys it isn't good. His Temperature is extremely high Rocky. We have only brought it down to 104.9."
"Is he going to pull through Kimberly?" I ask her.
"We are trying everything we can."
My tone changes into anger when I heard her answer, "Don't you DARE treat me like just another patient Kimberly! Don't you dare!" She looks like she's going to burst into tears, but I continue yelling. "We are NOT just patients! He is your godson Kimberly! I want you to tell me how it is God Dammit! Is my son going to live or not? And you better choose your words carefully Kimberly Ann Hart. Don't you even think about lying to me." I was absolutely fuming, Christ, I even used her madden name.
"I'll know in the next few hours." She says, and quickly turns without another word to me and goes back to Tristan.
"Rocky." Cristina says. "Why are you yelling at her? She."
"I don't know." I say cutting her short. With that I sit down and pray for my son's health.
Just a few minutes after me loosing it on Kim, the pediatrician comes over to talk to us. "I'm Dr. Doug Smith. I was also helping with you're son Tristan. Let me just tell you, friend or no friend of Kimberly's, she is working her ass off to find out what is wrong with your son, and if I hear you yelling at her again, I will take personal offence to it. I know you are worried about him, but she is making sure that everything is being done that has to be done." He says smugly.
"Can we see him?" I ask.
"Soon." Smith says and walks back to the room his sons in. I see him put his arm around someone I figured it was Kimberly.
6:00 Am David comes on shift, he gets a really frightened look when he sees us. "What happened?" He says. David is Tommy's older brother.
"Tristan's sick." I say very melancholy.
"What do you mean Tristan's sick? James?" He turns his attention to the man working at the desk. "Who's the doctor with that family's son?" David asks.
"Kimberly." James says. David breathes a sigh of relief.
"Thank god. What does he have? Did Kim tell you?"
"No. I haven't seen her since about 5." Rocky tells him.
"Oh. odd. Ok, well let me go see. I'll be right back." He checks the board and walks into the room with our son.
About 20minutes later he comes back out. "You yelled at her?" David says a bit annoyed at me. "What the hell did you say to her?"
"I didn't mean what I said." I reply to him, truly sorry.
"She has fucking worked her ass off trying to find out what is wrong with your son and you yell at her. Dammit Rocky. The next time you think about yelling at her, you remember who is trying to save him."
"I know David. how is he?" I ask.
"Kim is stressing out because she can't figure out why his temperature is still so high. You can go in and see him if you want. I'll show you the way." David leads them in.
"Dammit!" Kim curses at her paperwork. She crumples up the paper and throws it on the floor. "Why the hell is his temp still high?" We are standing right outside the door.
"Hey, let me have a second with her before you go in." David says to us. He goes in. I sit on the chair outside Tristan's room and ease drop, its something I'm good at.
"Kimberly, calm down." David says.
"I can't figure it out Dave! I don't understand why his temperature is still sky high!" She says as she wipes a tear from her eye. "I can diagnose hundreds of patients, why the fuck can't I diagnose him?" She picks up another lab sheet and re-reads it. "He shouldn't still be in the 104's!"
"Come on Kimberly, take a break. You aren't even on today. Rocky and Cris are gonna come in to see Tristan." Dave says. She nods, puts down the paper and goes about her business.
"I have to find out what's wrong with him Dave. I have too!" Kimberly says. "He's my godson!"
"You will. Come on, maybe we can figure this out together." David says, as they walk out. Kimberly won't even look at me in the eyes. She walks right past me. boy did I ever fuck up that day.
"Kimberly," She turns around and looks at me, "Thank you." She walks away. I'll really have to talk to her after this night, but now all I can think about is my son.
"Hey Tristan, its daddy and mommy can you open your eyes for me?" I say. "Come on buddy. Open them, I know you can do it." He is so pale, and looks so little laying on the bed. There are many machines hooked up to him printing out stuff I have no clue what exactly, but it has been pissing off Kim.
"He looks so small Rocky." My wife tells me.
"Yeah, he does." I reply.
About an hour later, an alarm starts going off, Kimberly runs in with Smith close on her heals.
"What's going on?" Cristina asks.
"You have to leave," Smith says, showing them to the door.
"Tristan Stay with me! Come on buddy!" Kim says. "I don't know what's wrong!" Kim listens to his chest. "Doug, listen to his chest please."
"He collapsed his lung. We got to open him. Kimberly, you shouldn't be in here for this." Doug says.
"I'm staying." Kimberly says sternly. "Shit." They open him up a bit, inflate his lung and stitch him up. After, Kim pulls off her gloves and goes to the bathroom; she looks at herself in the mirror and at that second her emotions take over, and makes a dodge for the toilet where she is immediately sick.
After she's done, she splashes water in her face and goes back out to Tristan's bedside.
"Pneumonia, I should have known. Dammit!" She says.
"You saved him Kim." I say. She looks at me.
"I almost killed him Rocky." Kimberly tells me. "I missed his diagnosis. I almost caused him to die! Don't you get that!
"You saved his life Kim. If it wasn't for you, Tristan wouldn't be here with us." I smile at her, and she smiles a bit back. "You brought him back."
"I just wish I realized it sooner."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you Kimberly." I tell her.
"I would have done the exact same thing." Kim says, and I give her a hug.
"He should come around soon. You may want to stay around." She says, and walks out of the room.
I will forever be grateful for Kim saving my boys life.
End FB
"Rocky dear?" My wife calls to me.
"Yeah Cristina?" I reply.
"I am going to go to the movies with Julia and Angie. Would you like to come?
She inquires.
"No thanks dear. I am gonna stay around and do some house work." I smile at her.
"Alright then, I'll be back in a bit!" Cristina says
"Alright Cris! Have a good time" I say.
I look at a picture of the entire group that I have in my photo album. We lost Kimberly just a short 4 years after she saved my son.
To Be Continued.