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Kim Possible is a registered trademark of Disney Inc. I have no rights to any of the characters. And they have no rights to me.
Providence
A Kim Possible Story
By falfurrian
Chapter 7
After watching Josh walk into the house Kim thought, 'I better tell Monique Josh is giving me a ride home.' She crossed the yard to standing in front of Monique and Richard. They did not seem to notice her. "Excuse me you two, I need to speak with Monique for just a second." Slowly, they both looked at Kim. Monique got up and walked a short distance away with Kim. "Monique, Josh is giving me a lift home, so you won't need to give me a ride." Kim was just about to leave when Monique said with a very perplexed look, "Josh is giving you a ride home? What about you-know-who?" "It's just as a friend. I told him I couldn't go to the dance with him." "Really? I want all the details, tomorrow." Monique said looking over her shoulder at Richard. "So even after you dumped him he is still talking with you? How strange is that? You sure he's not planning something sinister?" "So not the drama Monique. I was a little surprised he offered but he seems sincere and wants to still be friends." "This whole thing sounds a little too easy girl. Watch yourself, Okay?" "I will." "Well. I guess you made up your mind about Ron." A slight smile crossed Kim's lips as she spoke, "I think I have. I will fill you in on the details Monday. I need to talk with Ron first." "You go girl!" "Thanks."
Kim walked toward the house to wait for Josh, a spring in her step as she listened to the music. 'I can't wait to tell Ron I'm not going to the dance with Josh. I hope he's not bummed out about this party. I'm sure Mom told him where I went.' Kim stopped in her tracks, 'Was that Ron I just heard yell my name? Sounded like he was in trouble.' Kim looked around to see if anyone else might have heard her friend, but no one seemed to have noticed. Kim saw Christina standing close by and went up to her. "Hey, Christina." "Hi Kim, what's up?" "This might sound like an odd question, but did you just here someone yell my name?" "No Kim I didn't. Why?" "Nothing, I guess. Thanks Christina." The girl returned to her conversation. 'Maybe I'm hearing things. The music is kind of loud and I was thinking about Ron. Besides, what would he be doing here?' Kim tried to think of something else and headed back toward the house.
Kim waited inside the house for Josh to return. She was still thinking about hearing her name when Josh entered the room. "Josh, have you seen Ron here? I thought I heard him yell my name." "No! I haven't seen him all night." Kim looked at the boy in front of her a little more closely. "Josh, are you Okay?" Kim asked. "You look kind 'a pale." "It's all the different kinds of food I've eaten. I think it's made me sick. You ready to go? I'm not feeling that great." "Are you Okay to drive?" "Oh, yea. I'm fine. It's just my stomach." Kim looked at him skeptical but went along. They headed out the front door and got into his red convertible.
Josh did not help her with the car door and appeared distracted. He started the engine, turned on the lights and put the car in drive. "Aren't you going to put on your seatbelt?" Kim asked. "Yea, thanks." 'He didn't sound too grateful.' Josh buckled his seatbelt as he pulled away from the curb. He reached over, flipping on the radio. "Josh, would you amp down the radio, its kind 'a loud." Josh rolled his eyes and turned the radio down ever so slightly. They continued down the residential streets toward home.
Kim was starting to get worried. 'He's rolled through the last couple of stop signs a little fast.' "Can you watch those Stop Signs? I know your not feeling good but ..." "Are you this bossy with RON?" Josh yelled over the radio.
'I've made a big mistake! Monique was right. He is not thinking clearly.' "Josh, stop this car and let me out! You are not fit to drive." The car did not slow. "Josh, I said stop the car!" "What for? Are you implying that I'm not as good as your LOOSER friend Ron?" "Ron has nothing to do with this, STOP the CAR!" "FINE! Right after this intersection." Josh gunned the engine to accelerate through the Elm Street intersection.
Kim turned her attention back to the road. The light in front of them had turned red, and they were still 50 feet from the intersection. The cars to their left would most likely see them and not move. The situation was different on the far right. A large 18 wheeler was in the left lane moving slowing to avoid a complete stop. It completely blocked the view of any car to its right.
As they sped through the red light the cars on their left honked but did not move. The truck slammed on its brakes in plenty of time. 'What's on the other side of the TRUCK ...' Kim braced herself. The car had almost cleared the intersection.
The sound of a car wreck is unmistakable. Broken glass, bucking metal, squealing rubber, followed by an eerie quiet. It all happens so quickly ... but the sound is imprinted in our memories forever.
The car was hit hard on the left quarter panel. The red convertible spun around 180 degrees before it slammed into the street light on the left. The second impact brought the car to a sudden stop. No one moved inside the crumpled automobile.
The pain was staggering. It hurt to breath, it hurt to think. He laid style trying to remember how he got here. He opened is eyes. Waves of pain. He felt sick. His eyes focused, for the most part. He could see stars overhead and tall grass on either side. Trees further away. Cold crept into his body. A deep cold. 'I better see if I can get up.' He reached his arm around and touched the back of his head. "Ouch!" It was a throbbing mixed with sharp, cutting pains. 'I don't think I want to know.' As he pulled his arm back he realized he was laying in water. A dull whine came to his ears from a distance, but getting closer. It was the sound of rubber on asphalt. Headlights illuminated the trees overhead as the car grew closer and passed on by. 'I'm in a ditch by some road. That would explain the water. Oh man! How did I get here?' Pain prevented complex thought so Ron decided to go with motion instead.
He pushed up with his arms into a near sitting position. Resting there for a bit. Again he moved a little more forward until his torso was almost straight up. Without warning, Ron throw-up on himself. Vomit was all over his pants and shirt. 'Oh yuk! This is just great! I'm hurt and I smell bad. Oh man, I really smell bad! I smell like ... alcohol! Was I drunk? I don't remember drinking. They say that's what happens though. You start drinking then you forget everything. That would explain a lot.'
He rolled over so that he was on all fours and waited for the pain and nausea to ease. The nausea went away, but the pain remained. Putting one foot under him, he tried to stand up. He was racked with agony when he hit the ground. From his new position Ron could see a sign about 4 feet away. He crawled to the sign. Once there he pulled up with his arms, leaning against the sign post for support. He made it to his feet and stood there for a while. Dizziness, pain and that offal smell all working to pull him back down.
'Kim wouldn't even come close to me night now.' The memories hit Ron like a train. The party, the window, Mankey and Kim, the ... fight? Then blackness. Someone must have hit me from behind. Mankey! He wasn't coming after me so he got ignored. Ron began to feel worried about Kim. He had failed her. If she was hurt it was his fault! 'I should have known Mankey would hit me like a coward.'
"I need to call Kim," Ron said out loud to no one. The highway sign he was leaning against read 25 South. Ron knew 25 ran through town but did not know which direction to head. He decided to stay on his side of the street and head north. He didn't have enough information to make a better choice and besides, it hurt too much to think.
As he put his full weight on his right leg he almost fell. Ron stood there for a second doing a mental evaluation of his condition. His head hurt so much he hadn't noticed his other sore spots. He looked down. 'Someone took my shoes! Why would anyone want my shoes? They were quite comfortable, but I don't think anyone else would really want to ware shoes that old.' He still had on his socks. His right ankle and knee hurt along with his testicles, stomach, ribs, and face. The right side of his cheek felt a little puffy. 'I wonder if they through me out without stopping?'
Ron looked out along the highway. Way in the distance he saw a light. Maybe a street light or a house. It was in the original direction he was going so he decided to keep heading that way. He had to pick the right direction the first time. He was not going to get a second chance.
The phone rang at the Possible household. The caller ID said 'Middleton Hosp'. This was normal for a Friday night, especially since Dr. Possible was the neurosurgeon on call this weekend. "Hello" "Hello, Dr. Possible? This is Maureen at the hospital" "Yes Maureen, how are you tonight?" "Dr. Possible, Kim has been in a car accident and is here in the emergency room." "Kimmie! Oh NO! What's her condition?" At hearing this, her husband stood up, the color leaving his face. "She's in satiable condition being treated for a possible concussion, multiple contusions on the arms and head, and a broken wrist." "I'll be right there!" Kim's mother hung up the phone. "How's Kimmie? Is she going to be alright?" "She has a broken wrist and a possible concussion." "Oh dear!" "I'll head down to the hospital" "I'll get a neighbor to watch the twins and follow as so as I can." They both ran in different directions.
Kim was laying flat on a trauma room table. She had been given painkillers but they didn't seem to be doing much for her headache. She could see people moved about her, performing various tasks with practiced competence. She was recovering from the emergency room 'treatment'. All the probing, picking, prodding, pulling, and sticking had hurt and she was tired.
She began thinking about what led her here. She remembered being pulled out of the car and how much her wrist hurt. Then laying on the stretcher during the ride to the hospital. They had asked her a lot of questions. Name, age, medications, drinking, drugs. Where did it hurt, was she feeling dizzy or like she needed to throw-up. Could she move all her toes and fingers? After a while, they just talked to her. Asked if she was Dr. Possible daughter. Who was the person driving? Was he her boyfriend? All questions managed to be satisfied by either 'yes' or 'no'.
Even with all the bumps and turns the ride to the hospital was peaceful compared to the hospital. Doctors and nurses swooped down on her. Most of it was unpleasant at best. She did not want to remember that part.
She heard a family voice and opened her eyes. She didn't remember closing them. "Kimmie, how are you feeling?" Her mom was smiling down at her. It was apparent she had been crying. "I'm Okay Mom." Kim said weakly. A tear fell from her mother's cheek. "Dr. Kidding said you have a broken wrist and a possible concussion." A little sleepily, "That would explain the headache and my wrist ... ache." "Well, everything is going to be alright." "Thanks, Mom." "They are going to take you to x-ray for your wrist and then for a CAT scan." "Will it hurt then they set my wrist?" "I'm afraid so, dear. Nothing they can do about that." "Well shi...oot. Will I get a cast?" "Yes, I think so." "Can Ron sign it?" "Sure he can." Kim's mother put her hand on her uninjured arm to comfort her. She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. Kim smiled.
"Here they are to take you to x-ray." They unlocked the wheels of the padded table a little too rough for Dr. Possible. "Hey! Take it easy there you two." The technician started answering before he looked up "They stick sometimes ma...." At this point the tech's eyes met Dr. Possible's not too friendly glare. "Yes, Doctor Possible. Sorry. Is this your daughter?" 'You go Mom!' Kim thought. "Kimmie, I'll be right here with you." They began moving the table down the hall very carefully.
Kim Possible is a registered trademark of Disney Inc. I have no rights to any of the characters. And they have no rights to me.
Providence
A Kim Possible Story
By falfurrian
Chapter 7
After watching Josh walk into the house Kim thought, 'I better tell Monique Josh is giving me a ride home.' She crossed the yard to standing in front of Monique and Richard. They did not seem to notice her. "Excuse me you two, I need to speak with Monique for just a second." Slowly, they both looked at Kim. Monique got up and walked a short distance away with Kim. "Monique, Josh is giving me a lift home, so you won't need to give me a ride." Kim was just about to leave when Monique said with a very perplexed look, "Josh is giving you a ride home? What about you-know-who?" "It's just as a friend. I told him I couldn't go to the dance with him." "Really? I want all the details, tomorrow." Monique said looking over her shoulder at Richard. "So even after you dumped him he is still talking with you? How strange is that? You sure he's not planning something sinister?" "So not the drama Monique. I was a little surprised he offered but he seems sincere and wants to still be friends." "This whole thing sounds a little too easy girl. Watch yourself, Okay?" "I will." "Well. I guess you made up your mind about Ron." A slight smile crossed Kim's lips as she spoke, "I think I have. I will fill you in on the details Monday. I need to talk with Ron first." "You go girl!" "Thanks."
Kim walked toward the house to wait for Josh, a spring in her step as she listened to the music. 'I can't wait to tell Ron I'm not going to the dance with Josh. I hope he's not bummed out about this party. I'm sure Mom told him where I went.' Kim stopped in her tracks, 'Was that Ron I just heard yell my name? Sounded like he was in trouble.' Kim looked around to see if anyone else might have heard her friend, but no one seemed to have noticed. Kim saw Christina standing close by and went up to her. "Hey, Christina." "Hi Kim, what's up?" "This might sound like an odd question, but did you just here someone yell my name?" "No Kim I didn't. Why?" "Nothing, I guess. Thanks Christina." The girl returned to her conversation. 'Maybe I'm hearing things. The music is kind of loud and I was thinking about Ron. Besides, what would he be doing here?' Kim tried to think of something else and headed back toward the house.
Kim waited inside the house for Josh to return. She was still thinking about hearing her name when Josh entered the room. "Josh, have you seen Ron here? I thought I heard him yell my name." "No! I haven't seen him all night." Kim looked at the boy in front of her a little more closely. "Josh, are you Okay?" Kim asked. "You look kind 'a pale." "It's all the different kinds of food I've eaten. I think it's made me sick. You ready to go? I'm not feeling that great." "Are you Okay to drive?" "Oh, yea. I'm fine. It's just my stomach." Kim looked at him skeptical but went along. They headed out the front door and got into his red convertible.
Josh did not help her with the car door and appeared distracted. He started the engine, turned on the lights and put the car in drive. "Aren't you going to put on your seatbelt?" Kim asked. "Yea, thanks." 'He didn't sound too grateful.' Josh buckled his seatbelt as he pulled away from the curb. He reached over, flipping on the radio. "Josh, would you amp down the radio, its kind 'a loud." Josh rolled his eyes and turned the radio down ever so slightly. They continued down the residential streets toward home.
Kim was starting to get worried. 'He's rolled through the last couple of stop signs a little fast.' "Can you watch those Stop Signs? I know your not feeling good but ..." "Are you this bossy with RON?" Josh yelled over the radio.
'I've made a big mistake! Monique was right. He is not thinking clearly.' "Josh, stop this car and let me out! You are not fit to drive." The car did not slow. "Josh, I said stop the car!" "What for? Are you implying that I'm not as good as your LOOSER friend Ron?" "Ron has nothing to do with this, STOP the CAR!" "FINE! Right after this intersection." Josh gunned the engine to accelerate through the Elm Street intersection.
Kim turned her attention back to the road. The light in front of them had turned red, and they were still 50 feet from the intersection. The cars to their left would most likely see them and not move. The situation was different on the far right. A large 18 wheeler was in the left lane moving slowing to avoid a complete stop. It completely blocked the view of any car to its right.
As they sped through the red light the cars on their left honked but did not move. The truck slammed on its brakes in plenty of time. 'What's on the other side of the TRUCK ...' Kim braced herself. The car had almost cleared the intersection.
The sound of a car wreck is unmistakable. Broken glass, bucking metal, squealing rubber, followed by an eerie quiet. It all happens so quickly ... but the sound is imprinted in our memories forever.
The car was hit hard on the left quarter panel. The red convertible spun around 180 degrees before it slammed into the street light on the left. The second impact brought the car to a sudden stop. No one moved inside the crumpled automobile.
The pain was staggering. It hurt to breath, it hurt to think. He laid style trying to remember how he got here. He opened is eyes. Waves of pain. He felt sick. His eyes focused, for the most part. He could see stars overhead and tall grass on either side. Trees further away. Cold crept into his body. A deep cold. 'I better see if I can get up.' He reached his arm around and touched the back of his head. "Ouch!" It was a throbbing mixed with sharp, cutting pains. 'I don't think I want to know.' As he pulled his arm back he realized he was laying in water. A dull whine came to his ears from a distance, but getting closer. It was the sound of rubber on asphalt. Headlights illuminated the trees overhead as the car grew closer and passed on by. 'I'm in a ditch by some road. That would explain the water. Oh man! How did I get here?' Pain prevented complex thought so Ron decided to go with motion instead.
He pushed up with his arms into a near sitting position. Resting there for a bit. Again he moved a little more forward until his torso was almost straight up. Without warning, Ron throw-up on himself. Vomit was all over his pants and shirt. 'Oh yuk! This is just great! I'm hurt and I smell bad. Oh man, I really smell bad! I smell like ... alcohol! Was I drunk? I don't remember drinking. They say that's what happens though. You start drinking then you forget everything. That would explain a lot.'
He rolled over so that he was on all fours and waited for the pain and nausea to ease. The nausea went away, but the pain remained. Putting one foot under him, he tried to stand up. He was racked with agony when he hit the ground. From his new position Ron could see a sign about 4 feet away. He crawled to the sign. Once there he pulled up with his arms, leaning against the sign post for support. He made it to his feet and stood there for a while. Dizziness, pain and that offal smell all working to pull him back down.
'Kim wouldn't even come close to me night now.' The memories hit Ron like a train. The party, the window, Mankey and Kim, the ... fight? Then blackness. Someone must have hit me from behind. Mankey! He wasn't coming after me so he got ignored. Ron began to feel worried about Kim. He had failed her. If she was hurt it was his fault! 'I should have known Mankey would hit me like a coward.'
"I need to call Kim," Ron said out loud to no one. The highway sign he was leaning against read 25 South. Ron knew 25 ran through town but did not know which direction to head. He decided to stay on his side of the street and head north. He didn't have enough information to make a better choice and besides, it hurt too much to think.
As he put his full weight on his right leg he almost fell. Ron stood there for a second doing a mental evaluation of his condition. His head hurt so much he hadn't noticed his other sore spots. He looked down. 'Someone took my shoes! Why would anyone want my shoes? They were quite comfortable, but I don't think anyone else would really want to ware shoes that old.' He still had on his socks. His right ankle and knee hurt along with his testicles, stomach, ribs, and face. The right side of his cheek felt a little puffy. 'I wonder if they through me out without stopping?'
Ron looked out along the highway. Way in the distance he saw a light. Maybe a street light or a house. It was in the original direction he was going so he decided to keep heading that way. He had to pick the right direction the first time. He was not going to get a second chance.
The phone rang at the Possible household. The caller ID said 'Middleton Hosp'. This was normal for a Friday night, especially since Dr. Possible was the neurosurgeon on call this weekend. "Hello" "Hello, Dr. Possible? This is Maureen at the hospital" "Yes Maureen, how are you tonight?" "Dr. Possible, Kim has been in a car accident and is here in the emergency room." "Kimmie! Oh NO! What's her condition?" At hearing this, her husband stood up, the color leaving his face. "She's in satiable condition being treated for a possible concussion, multiple contusions on the arms and head, and a broken wrist." "I'll be right there!" Kim's mother hung up the phone. "How's Kimmie? Is she going to be alright?" "She has a broken wrist and a possible concussion." "Oh dear!" "I'll head down to the hospital" "I'll get a neighbor to watch the twins and follow as so as I can." They both ran in different directions.
Kim was laying flat on a trauma room table. She had been given painkillers but they didn't seem to be doing much for her headache. She could see people moved about her, performing various tasks with practiced competence. She was recovering from the emergency room 'treatment'. All the probing, picking, prodding, pulling, and sticking had hurt and she was tired.
She began thinking about what led her here. She remembered being pulled out of the car and how much her wrist hurt. Then laying on the stretcher during the ride to the hospital. They had asked her a lot of questions. Name, age, medications, drinking, drugs. Where did it hurt, was she feeling dizzy or like she needed to throw-up. Could she move all her toes and fingers? After a while, they just talked to her. Asked if she was Dr. Possible daughter. Who was the person driving? Was he her boyfriend? All questions managed to be satisfied by either 'yes' or 'no'.
Even with all the bumps and turns the ride to the hospital was peaceful compared to the hospital. Doctors and nurses swooped down on her. Most of it was unpleasant at best. She did not want to remember that part.
She heard a family voice and opened her eyes. She didn't remember closing them. "Kimmie, how are you feeling?" Her mom was smiling down at her. It was apparent she had been crying. "I'm Okay Mom." Kim said weakly. A tear fell from her mother's cheek. "Dr. Kidding said you have a broken wrist and a possible concussion." A little sleepily, "That would explain the headache and my wrist ... ache." "Well, everything is going to be alright." "Thanks, Mom." "They are going to take you to x-ray for your wrist and then for a CAT scan." "Will it hurt then they set my wrist?" "I'm afraid so, dear. Nothing they can do about that." "Well shi...oot. Will I get a cast?" "Yes, I think so." "Can Ron sign it?" "Sure he can." Kim's mother put her hand on her uninjured arm to comfort her. She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. Kim smiled.
"Here they are to take you to x-ray." They unlocked the wheels of the padded table a little too rough for Dr. Possible. "Hey! Take it easy there you two." The technician started answering before he looked up "They stick sometimes ma...." At this point the tech's eyes met Dr. Possible's not too friendly glare. "Yes, Doctor Possible. Sorry. Is this your daughter?" 'You go Mom!' Kim thought. "Kimmie, I'll be right here with you." They began moving the table down the hall very carefully.