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"What do we do?" Tara cried out miserably. Bonnie shook her head, and
kept on sprinting towards the infirmary. It was very CONVEINENTLY located
up the hill. Ron was lingering behind the cheerleaders, Kim was heavy,
and she had a lot of muscle. The Kimmunicator was drilling into their
ears. "God damn it Ron! Just shut that thing off!" Bonnie snapped at him
enraged. Ron refused and lastly reached the top of the hill, and then he
took an inhalation before he huffed across the empty soccer field.
"Almost there KP," Ron coaxed as he adjusted his grasp on her again,
"Just hold on."
When the cheerleaders and Ron reached the infirmary door, Tara held it
open for Ron. Bonnie followed but no one else did. Tara tried to
sensitively tranquil the rest of the squad. "Come on guys, Kim is going
to be okay!" Tara tried to sound gallant, "She can do anything!" The
cheerleaders nodded resignedly at Tara and they began a soft little chant
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"There's no nurse in here!" Bonnie cried with an indication of concern in her tone. This was the perfect time for the nurse to go missing, right when his beloved KP had to fall. Ron nodded placing her on a cot and moving her hair out of her eye. 'Oh god KP. Don't do this to me!' Ron thought as he sat down in a chair beaten. Bonnie meanwhile was rummaging through the random arrangement of cabinets. The kimmunicator was still beeping urgently. "Will you answer that?!" Bonnie shrieked as she made her way over to the shelf of medical textbooks. Ron told Bonnie again that he couldn't. "Well why NOT?!" Bonnie demanded browsing through the first book searching for a chapter on head injuries. "Because, Kim keeps her kimmunicator in her bra . . . during games." Ron said very quietly looking away from Bonnie's eyes.
Bonnie understood immediately, and nodded seriously. 'I guess that would be only logical . . . seeing as there are no pockets in the uniform.' She thought. Well, now she knew the situation. Bonnie sighed knowing it was up to her. Ron turned around subserviently and watched the wall wordlessly as Bonnie unzipped Kim's top. The Kimmunicator was directly under her right arm, and held tight by Kim's sports bra. Bonnie slipped it out and handed it to Ron. Ron pressed a few buttons with out looking back at Kim.
"Hey Ron." Wade greeted sipping an Icee. Ron tried to grin at Wade but his sensitivity got the best of him and the tears began to fall. "Uh oh." Wade said knowing this wasn't good. "K-Kim's hurt." Ron stumbled expressionlessly as Bonnie finished organizing Kim's blouse again. Wade's eyes amplified. Kim was hardly ever injured badly enough for Ron to bawl the way he was. The last time that happened was the metal suit episode. "Is it bad?" He gulped. Ron wanted to say it was dreadful but Bonnie answered first, "Yes. It's quite horrific I'm afraid. She's still in a cataleptic state."
Just then there was a flash of red and then Bonnie was on the floor. When the pair focused their eyes, Mrs. Possible was who they saw. Her face was flushed and her short hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Mrs. Possible was defiantly in her frantic mother mode. "Oh Kimmie." She muttered troubled. Mrs. Possible did a few examinations of Kim's head and then assured them the injury wasn't anything to serious. There was a large goose-egg on her head and it was bleeding a little. But it wasn't anything a little ice couldn't mend. "Bonnie, some ice?" Mrs. Possible requested quickly as Bonnie stumbled to her feet to fetch some.
"So Wade, what's the sitch?" Ron asked mimicking the unconscious Kim. "It was about . . . Dementor . . ." Wade trailed off, Ron got the picture. "Oh crap, don't tell me he's discovered the secret!" "No, no, he hasn't." Wade confirmed as he hit a button on his computer. "But he has another evil plot." Ron ended the conversation right then and there. "Awesome." He said jaded, and turned off the Kimmunicator very rudely.
Turns out Kim also had scraped her elbow in the fall. Mrs. Possible bandaged hrt up and place the ice bag on her daughter's head. "Don't worry Ron," Mrs. Possible said, "It's nothing too severe this time, she should come out of it soon."
When Mrs. Possible said this Kim's eye lids began to flicker until they were partially open. Ron was immediately at Kim's side holding her hand. "Kim!" He cried out fretful. Kim awoke all smiles. "Hey what's going on?" She responded friendly. Kim tried to sit up. She moaned and slid back down. "Kimmie leave that ice on, you had a really bad fall." Kim's mother advised putting a second bandage on Kim's arm to add more pressure. "Oh." Kim remembered the destruction of her cheer. That was so embarrassing! She had fallen on her head in front of hundreds of classmates!
It was difficult to think about the fall. It was such a blur to her. She remembered Tara losing calculation and releasing her leg. She remembered the beeping of the Kimmunicator. She remembered the feeling of a large force smacking her across the head; Kim had no idea the smack was from the ground. She thought it was Bonnie or Tara pushing her out of the way, something. "Are you okay?" Ron asked timidly. "I'm fine." She smiled weakly at her best friend. Her head was okay, and her elbow only burned a little. It was her pride that was torn apart. "Drink this." Kim accepted the cup and took one sip and spat, "Ewww! Gross!" Kim's mom still urged her to drink the whole cup of pain-killer; Bonnie was sympathetic and offered her some lemonade to rinse the bad-taste away.
"Kimmie," Mrs. Possible was worried. That fall was every mother's nightmare. If it had hit her in the right place, it would have killed her, "Maybe this 'saving the world' business is becoming too much of a hassle." Kim immediately knew what her mother was suggesting but she asked anyway, "Are you saying, I should q-quit?!" Kim yelled sitting up again. Kim's mom shushed her daughter and laid her head back down. "I think we should talk about this later."
The auburn haired girl shook her head and cried childishly, "No! No! I won't!" Kim almost pinched herself when Ron started agreeing with her Mom. "Ron!" She whined sinking into her pillow. Ron patted her shoulder. "Kim, you really scared me out there and, I mean --- maybe you are committing yourself to too much." "I can handle it!" Kim defended knocking the icepack off her head. It was getting too cold. "Kim, please, Shego and Drakken were the biggest threat and I think the world can you know . . . handle the others?" Ron said picking up the icepack. He wrapped it in a towel and placed it on Kim's head again. The kimmunicator started to ring and Kim responded impudently, "Does that answer your question?" She picked up her precious Kimmunicator to reveal Wade, as always. "Hey, what's the sitch?" Kim asked glaring at the threesome angrily. "Checking up on you." "Oh, I'm just great Wade, what did you want before?" Kim asked curiously as Ron arranged Kim's bedding more comfortably. "Well, Shego found out a lot about the necklace but that's not the important part right now . . ." "Okay then, what is the important part?" Wade scratched his head and hoped Kim wouldn't shut him out as did Ron, "Dementor has and evil plot to unite all the villains." Wade told her despondently. "Same old." Kim responded monotonously taking another lemonade from Bonnie. As she drank she thought about what Wade said. "Wait did you say a team-up?" Kim asked in a bit of astonishment. "Affirmative Kim. He forced Drakken and Shego to participate." "When?" "Dunno, Shego said Dementor doesn't have a date yet." "Oh." "Well, just be alert and hopefully Shego or I will notify you ASAP." Kim smiled, bided farewell, and switched off her Kimmunicator. "I don't want to stop. I can do anything." Kim repeated her motto smugly as she sipped the drink again. Bonnie nodded. "I agree, Kim can do anything." She said sincerely looking away from Kim's widening eyes. Bonnie was always putting her down and now she had confidence for her? "Excuse me?" Kim wanted Bonnie to confirm that statement. "You heard me." Kim chortled and her eyes were deep. Finally, Bonnie and she found a bit of harmony, and even though Kim hadn't said anything, Bonnie could see her mouth forming the words "Thank you."
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"What do we do?" Tara cried out miserably. Bonnie shook her head, and
kept on sprinting towards the infirmary. It was very CONVEINENTLY located
up the hill. Ron was lingering behind the cheerleaders, Kim was heavy,
and she had a lot of muscle. The Kimmunicator was drilling into their
ears. "God damn it Ron! Just shut that thing off!" Bonnie snapped at him
enraged. Ron refused and lastly reached the top of the hill, and then he
took an inhalation before he huffed across the empty soccer field.
"Almost there KP," Ron coaxed as he adjusted his grasp on her again,
"Just hold on."
When the cheerleaders and Ron reached the infirmary door, Tara held it
open for Ron. Bonnie followed but no one else did. Tara tried to
sensitively tranquil the rest of the squad. "Come on guys, Kim is going
to be okay!" Tara tried to sound gallant, "She can do anything!" The
cheerleaders nodded resignedly at Tara and they began a soft little chant
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"There's no nurse in here!" Bonnie cried with an indication of concern in her tone. This was the perfect time for the nurse to go missing, right when his beloved KP had to fall. Ron nodded placing her on a cot and moving her hair out of her eye. 'Oh god KP. Don't do this to me!' Ron thought as he sat down in a chair beaten. Bonnie meanwhile was rummaging through the random arrangement of cabinets. The kimmunicator was still beeping urgently. "Will you answer that?!" Bonnie shrieked as she made her way over to the shelf of medical textbooks. Ron told Bonnie again that he couldn't. "Well why NOT?!" Bonnie demanded browsing through the first book searching for a chapter on head injuries. "Because, Kim keeps her kimmunicator in her bra . . . during games." Ron said very quietly looking away from Bonnie's eyes.
Bonnie understood immediately, and nodded seriously. 'I guess that would be only logical . . . seeing as there are no pockets in the uniform.' She thought. Well, now she knew the situation. Bonnie sighed knowing it was up to her. Ron turned around subserviently and watched the wall wordlessly as Bonnie unzipped Kim's top. The Kimmunicator was directly under her right arm, and held tight by Kim's sports bra. Bonnie slipped it out and handed it to Ron. Ron pressed a few buttons with out looking back at Kim.
"Hey Ron." Wade greeted sipping an Icee. Ron tried to grin at Wade but his sensitivity got the best of him and the tears began to fall. "Uh oh." Wade said knowing this wasn't good. "K-Kim's hurt." Ron stumbled expressionlessly as Bonnie finished organizing Kim's blouse again. Wade's eyes amplified. Kim was hardly ever injured badly enough for Ron to bawl the way he was. The last time that happened was the metal suit episode. "Is it bad?" He gulped. Ron wanted to say it was dreadful but Bonnie answered first, "Yes. It's quite horrific I'm afraid. She's still in a cataleptic state."
Just then there was a flash of red and then Bonnie was on the floor. When the pair focused their eyes, Mrs. Possible was who they saw. Her face was flushed and her short hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Mrs. Possible was defiantly in her frantic mother mode. "Oh Kimmie." She muttered troubled. Mrs. Possible did a few examinations of Kim's head and then assured them the injury wasn't anything to serious. There was a large goose-egg on her head and it was bleeding a little. But it wasn't anything a little ice couldn't mend. "Bonnie, some ice?" Mrs. Possible requested quickly as Bonnie stumbled to her feet to fetch some.
"So Wade, what's the sitch?" Ron asked mimicking the unconscious Kim. "It was about . . . Dementor . . ." Wade trailed off, Ron got the picture. "Oh crap, don't tell me he's discovered the secret!" "No, no, he hasn't." Wade confirmed as he hit a button on his computer. "But he has another evil plot." Ron ended the conversation right then and there. "Awesome." He said jaded, and turned off the Kimmunicator very rudely.
Turns out Kim also had scraped her elbow in the fall. Mrs. Possible bandaged hrt up and place the ice bag on her daughter's head. "Don't worry Ron," Mrs. Possible said, "It's nothing too severe this time, she should come out of it soon."
When Mrs. Possible said this Kim's eye lids began to flicker until they were partially open. Ron was immediately at Kim's side holding her hand. "Kim!" He cried out fretful. Kim awoke all smiles. "Hey what's going on?" She responded friendly. Kim tried to sit up. She moaned and slid back down. "Kimmie leave that ice on, you had a really bad fall." Kim's mother advised putting a second bandage on Kim's arm to add more pressure. "Oh." Kim remembered the destruction of her cheer. That was so embarrassing! She had fallen on her head in front of hundreds of classmates!
It was difficult to think about the fall. It was such a blur to her. She remembered Tara losing calculation and releasing her leg. She remembered the beeping of the Kimmunicator. She remembered the feeling of a large force smacking her across the head; Kim had no idea the smack was from the ground. She thought it was Bonnie or Tara pushing her out of the way, something. "Are you okay?" Ron asked timidly. "I'm fine." She smiled weakly at her best friend. Her head was okay, and her elbow only burned a little. It was her pride that was torn apart. "Drink this." Kim accepted the cup and took one sip and spat, "Ewww! Gross!" Kim's mom still urged her to drink the whole cup of pain-killer; Bonnie was sympathetic and offered her some lemonade to rinse the bad-taste away.
"Kimmie," Mrs. Possible was worried. That fall was every mother's nightmare. If it had hit her in the right place, it would have killed her, "Maybe this 'saving the world' business is becoming too much of a hassle." Kim immediately knew what her mother was suggesting but she asked anyway, "Are you saying, I should q-quit?!" Kim yelled sitting up again. Kim's mom shushed her daughter and laid her head back down. "I think we should talk about this later."
The auburn haired girl shook her head and cried childishly, "No! No! I won't!" Kim almost pinched herself when Ron started agreeing with her Mom. "Ron!" She whined sinking into her pillow. Ron patted her shoulder. "Kim, you really scared me out there and, I mean --- maybe you are committing yourself to too much." "I can handle it!" Kim defended knocking the icepack off her head. It was getting too cold. "Kim, please, Shego and Drakken were the biggest threat and I think the world can you know . . . handle the others?" Ron said picking up the icepack. He wrapped it in a towel and placed it on Kim's head again. The kimmunicator started to ring and Kim responded impudently, "Does that answer your question?" She picked up her precious Kimmunicator to reveal Wade, as always. "Hey, what's the sitch?" Kim asked glaring at the threesome angrily. "Checking up on you." "Oh, I'm just great Wade, what did you want before?" Kim asked curiously as Ron arranged Kim's bedding more comfortably. "Well, Shego found out a lot about the necklace but that's not the important part right now . . ." "Okay then, what is the important part?" Wade scratched his head and hoped Kim wouldn't shut him out as did Ron, "Dementor has and evil plot to unite all the villains." Wade told her despondently. "Same old." Kim responded monotonously taking another lemonade from Bonnie. As she drank she thought about what Wade said. "Wait did you say a team-up?" Kim asked in a bit of astonishment. "Affirmative Kim. He forced Drakken and Shego to participate." "When?" "Dunno, Shego said Dementor doesn't have a date yet." "Oh." "Well, just be alert and hopefully Shego or I will notify you ASAP." Kim smiled, bided farewell, and switched off her Kimmunicator. "I don't want to stop. I can do anything." Kim repeated her motto smugly as she sipped the drink again. Bonnie nodded. "I agree, Kim can do anything." She said sincerely looking away from Kim's widening eyes. Bonnie was always putting her down and now she had confidence for her? "Excuse me?" Kim wanted Bonnie to confirm that statement. "You heard me." Kim chortled and her eyes were deep. Finally, Bonnie and she found a bit of harmony, and even though Kim hadn't said anything, Bonnie could see her mouth forming the words "Thank you."
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