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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 8
Ron struggled with each step. His energy waning and the pain intensified. It came in hard, unforgiving waves, crashing down on him. Once again, Ron only felt the pain in his head. All others were so much less he didn't care. It looked as if he was about half way to the light from where he started.
He finally stopped and dropped to one knee. He dare not sit all the way down. There would be no getting up. Ron closed his eyes tightly, "Oh God, if I have ever needed your help it's now. I know something has happened to Kim and I have got to help her. Please let me get to her." Ron stayed in that position for a little while. Then he pushed himself up on his feet again and started to walk once more.
'I wonder?' Ron felt his various pockets. 'Someone took my house key! And my change! Oh no, and my wallet! I loved that wallet. Kim gave me that wallet on my 13th birthday.' Ron recalled his friend's gift. It was a light tan bi-fold. Nothing special could be seen from the outside. But on the inside Kim had had them engrave these words on the inside flap: 'Happiness is yours. Spend your money wisely. Your very best friend, Kim.' Some how seeing that each time he opened his wallet made him more generous. Not so much with he and Kim. He would buy her anything. But with people he didn't know. They traveled all over the world and frequently saw very poor people. He always felt guilt for having so much when they had so little. He wanted to help them in some way. It was never much by American standards, but in other places, it would be a lot of money. Kim had shown him it truly was better to give than receive. 'Well, I've lost my wallet, that tanks!'
Ron continued on, thinking about the other thoughtful things Kim had done for him. It made him fell good remembering the day they had together. Saturday, was that this morning? It seemed like a long time ago. He cringed as he thought of all the stupid stuff he had done just so people that didn't give a rat's ass about him might notice he existed. If for any reason he was ever noticed again, he would not let it go to his head. Besides, he couldn't right now, his head was too full of pain. Ron smiled at his own joke.
At the thought of rat parts, Ron felt good he had left Rufus at home this evening. 'No telling what they might have done with you little buddy.'
Ron trudged along, loosing awareness has he recalled his special friend. The time he first met Kim in the playground, the first time he slept over, Kim running down the hall yelling she had made the cheer squad. All great times. Lost in his thoughts Ron did not notice his slow but steady progress. Time did not matter. He was in his own world with Kim.
The moon shone down on Ron as he walked along the empty highway. The only car that had passed down this road for a long time was the one Ron had seen from the ditch. The night was beginning to chill as the temperature of the ground equalized with surrounding air.
Ron saw the light was not only a street lamp, but a connivance store. It was only a few hundred yards more! Ron's spirits lifted even though his strength was waning quickly. Only a couple hundred yards to go, but he wondered if he could make it.
Ron smiled as he realized his prayers had been answered. His fond memories had taken his mind off his pain long enough for him to make it this far. He was only 100 yards away now. He could do it! Each step was more painful than the previous, but he could do it! Fifty yards to go! Ron was feeling funny now, more so than before. Something tickled under his shirt collar. He wiped his hand along his neck. The pale light from the store light and moon enabled Ron to see dark streaks on his fingers. It was coming out his ear. He knew this was not good. People die from blows to the head. Twenty-five yards more.
No lights on inside the small store but the light over the parking lot revealed a payphone on the front wall. He walked the last few feet a little faster, leaning against the wall when he reached the phone. Ron held his breath as he picked up the receiver and held it to his ear. "Dial tone! Yes," he said weakly. He began slowly slipping down the wall. With no money there was only one number to call. He dialed 'O'. After an agenizing pause Ron heard, "Operator, how can I assist you." "I need to call '911' but I don't have any money." "I'll connect you, one second please...have a good day and thank you for choosing AT&T" "Your welcome" came from Ron's lips out of habit. "911 Operator, can I help you?" "I need to get to a doctor, I think. I have blood coming out my ear and it's grossing me out" "What is your name sir?" "Ron" "Sir, do you have a last name" "Stoppa..." Ron did not finish. He had slipped down the wall and was laying on the pavement. 'This feels so warm, I like it here.' Ron could here the 911 operator talking, but did not answer. "I hope she knows were I am." Ron said aloud. He closed his eyes and began thinking about Kim again. Blood started to pool near Ron's head.
After what seemed like forever, they moved Kim from her emergency treatment table to a room. In reality, the hospital had moved rather quickly. The staff wanted to keep Dr. Possible happy. While she was one of their favorite physicians, she could be rather demanding if procedures were not executed like clockwork. The entire staff was happy Kim was in her own room.
"Why didn't you let me get the green cast, mom? This blue thing is hideous!" "Sounds like someone's pain medication is wearing off. Besides, they all turn green eventually." Dr. Possible was just about to punch the nurse call button when a nurse from the ER walked in. "That was convenient; I was just about to call someone." "Actually Dr. Possible, I was wondering if you could look at an emergency that just arrived. If you would prefer I can have Dr. Fernfull paged. It's just that he is in bad shape." "Kimmie, are you going to be Okay?" Kim's mom was pleased to see her daughter had fallen asleep.
"Go on dear, I'll be here with her," her husband assured. Mrs. Dr. Possible turned to the ER nurse, "Lets go." "Thank you Doctor." Mrs. Dr. Possible felt much better than she did two hours before. Her daughter did not have a concussion and would be going home tomorrow. This was just the excuse she needed to find out about Mankey. She had heard the ER doctor say 'stoned' and 'high' while he was treating him. It was good to be a doctor.
"The patient is a John Doe. No wallet, not ID." The nurse reported to Dr. Possible as they walked briskly toward the elevator. "He appears to be about 16 years old. He has multiple abrasions and contusions on his face, arms, ribs, right leg, wrist and head. He has a fractured scull from an impact to the back of his head and he has been bleeding from the left ear. Temp is 96, blood pressure is 70 over 45. Pulse is weak, but steady. He managed to call 911 from a pay phone about outside of town." The elevator door opened on to the main floor and they stepped out. "From his clothes it looks like he has been vomiting. Also, he smells like a distillery but his blood alcohol level is zero." The nurse rounded the corner of the ER trauma center with Dr. Possible in step right behind her.
Kim's Mom gasped. "Ron!" On the table before her laid Kim's best friend, stripped to his under shorts with a breathing tub inserted down his throat. His skin was gray with blue bruises on his right side. "Do you know this boy Doctor?" "YES, His name is Ron Stoppable." She pulled her hand away from her mouth and walked to the table. "Call his parents and let them know he's here. Their number is 555-1458."
Dr. Possible took a deep breath and started giving orders. Once again the ER was alive with activity as they prepared Ron for surgery.-
Ten minutes after they received the call, the Stoppables arrived at the ER. Ron's mother ran to the nurses' station, "Where is my son, Ron? Ron Stoppable!" "He's being prepared for surgery" "I want to see him NOW NOW!" Dr. Possible walked out from behind the curtain and motioned for Ron's parents to join her. They hurried over. "Where is Ron? What happened to him?" "Ron is in here." Dr. Possible said a little shaken. "He has a head wound from some kind of glass bottle." They walked into the curtained off area. Ron looked about the same as when Dr. Possible found him. His mom walked up to her son, reached out and took his hand. "Ron, its mom, can you hear me?" "He's been unconscious since they found him. He called from a payphone about 20 miles south of here on 25." "That doesn't make since! I took him to a party on Chicago Street about 8:30. What was he doing out there?" She held her son's hand to her face and spoke his name over and over. Mr. Stoppable asked, "What's his condition, they said something about preparing him for surgery." "He is stable right now but in critical condition. He has a bad concussion. His brain is bruised and has swelled. If it continues to swell, it could get worse. Much worse. Even ..." her voice cracked" fatal. If the swelling continues he'll need surgery to relieve the pressure. The best thing is for the swelling to subside on its own. Unfortunate, all we can really do now is wait and see what develops. He is young and strong. Those are a very good combination. We prepared him for surgery as a precaution."
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 8
Ron struggled with each step. His energy waning and the pain intensified. It came in hard, unforgiving waves, crashing down on him. Once again, Ron only felt the pain in his head. All others were so much less he didn't care. It looked as if he was about half way to the light from where he started.
He finally stopped and dropped to one knee. He dare not sit all the way down. There would be no getting up. Ron closed his eyes tightly, "Oh God, if I have ever needed your help it's now. I know something has happened to Kim and I have got to help her. Please let me get to her." Ron stayed in that position for a little while. Then he pushed himself up on his feet again and started to walk once more.
'I wonder?' Ron felt his various pockets. 'Someone took my house key! And my change! Oh no, and my wallet! I loved that wallet. Kim gave me that wallet on my 13th birthday.' Ron recalled his friend's gift. It was a light tan bi-fold. Nothing special could be seen from the outside. But on the inside Kim had had them engrave these words on the inside flap: 'Happiness is yours. Spend your money wisely. Your very best friend, Kim.' Some how seeing that each time he opened his wallet made him more generous. Not so much with he and Kim. He would buy her anything. But with people he didn't know. They traveled all over the world and frequently saw very poor people. He always felt guilt for having so much when they had so little. He wanted to help them in some way. It was never much by American standards, but in other places, it would be a lot of money. Kim had shown him it truly was better to give than receive. 'Well, I've lost my wallet, that tanks!'
Ron continued on, thinking about the other thoughtful things Kim had done for him. It made him fell good remembering the day they had together. Saturday, was that this morning? It seemed like a long time ago. He cringed as he thought of all the stupid stuff he had done just so people that didn't give a rat's ass about him might notice he existed. If for any reason he was ever noticed again, he would not let it go to his head. Besides, he couldn't right now, his head was too full of pain. Ron smiled at his own joke.
At the thought of rat parts, Ron felt good he had left Rufus at home this evening. 'No telling what they might have done with you little buddy.'
Ron trudged along, loosing awareness has he recalled his special friend. The time he first met Kim in the playground, the first time he slept over, Kim running down the hall yelling she had made the cheer squad. All great times. Lost in his thoughts Ron did not notice his slow but steady progress. Time did not matter. He was in his own world with Kim.
The moon shone down on Ron as he walked along the empty highway. The only car that had passed down this road for a long time was the one Ron had seen from the ditch. The night was beginning to chill as the temperature of the ground equalized with surrounding air.
Ron saw the light was not only a street lamp, but a connivance store. It was only a few hundred yards more! Ron's spirits lifted even though his strength was waning quickly. Only a couple hundred yards to go, but he wondered if he could make it.
Ron smiled as he realized his prayers had been answered. His fond memories had taken his mind off his pain long enough for him to make it this far. He was only 100 yards away now. He could do it! Each step was more painful than the previous, but he could do it! Fifty yards to go! Ron was feeling funny now, more so than before. Something tickled under his shirt collar. He wiped his hand along his neck. The pale light from the store light and moon enabled Ron to see dark streaks on his fingers. It was coming out his ear. He knew this was not good. People die from blows to the head. Twenty-five yards more.
No lights on inside the small store but the light over the parking lot revealed a payphone on the front wall. He walked the last few feet a little faster, leaning against the wall when he reached the phone. Ron held his breath as he picked up the receiver and held it to his ear. "Dial tone! Yes," he said weakly. He began slowly slipping down the wall. With no money there was only one number to call. He dialed 'O'. After an agenizing pause Ron heard, "Operator, how can I assist you." "I need to call '911' but I don't have any money." "I'll connect you, one second please...have a good day and thank you for choosing AT&T" "Your welcome" came from Ron's lips out of habit. "911 Operator, can I help you?" "I need to get to a doctor, I think. I have blood coming out my ear and it's grossing me out" "What is your name sir?" "Ron" "Sir, do you have a last name" "Stoppa..." Ron did not finish. He had slipped down the wall and was laying on the pavement. 'This feels so warm, I like it here.' Ron could here the 911 operator talking, but did not answer. "I hope she knows were I am." Ron said aloud. He closed his eyes and began thinking about Kim again. Blood started to pool near Ron's head.
After what seemed like forever, they moved Kim from her emergency treatment table to a room. In reality, the hospital had moved rather quickly. The staff wanted to keep Dr. Possible happy. While she was one of their favorite physicians, she could be rather demanding if procedures were not executed like clockwork. The entire staff was happy Kim was in her own room.
"Why didn't you let me get the green cast, mom? This blue thing is hideous!" "Sounds like someone's pain medication is wearing off. Besides, they all turn green eventually." Dr. Possible was just about to punch the nurse call button when a nurse from the ER walked in. "That was convenient; I was just about to call someone." "Actually Dr. Possible, I was wondering if you could look at an emergency that just arrived. If you would prefer I can have Dr. Fernfull paged. It's just that he is in bad shape." "Kimmie, are you going to be Okay?" Kim's mom was pleased to see her daughter had fallen asleep.
"Go on dear, I'll be here with her," her husband assured. Mrs. Dr. Possible turned to the ER nurse, "Lets go." "Thank you Doctor." Mrs. Dr. Possible felt much better than she did two hours before. Her daughter did not have a concussion and would be going home tomorrow. This was just the excuse she needed to find out about Mankey. She had heard the ER doctor say 'stoned' and 'high' while he was treating him. It was good to be a doctor.
"The patient is a John Doe. No wallet, not ID." The nurse reported to Dr. Possible as they walked briskly toward the elevator. "He appears to be about 16 years old. He has multiple abrasions and contusions on his face, arms, ribs, right leg, wrist and head. He has a fractured scull from an impact to the back of his head and he has been bleeding from the left ear. Temp is 96, blood pressure is 70 over 45. Pulse is weak, but steady. He managed to call 911 from a pay phone about outside of town." The elevator door opened on to the main floor and they stepped out. "From his clothes it looks like he has been vomiting. Also, he smells like a distillery but his blood alcohol level is zero." The nurse rounded the corner of the ER trauma center with Dr. Possible in step right behind her.
Kim's Mom gasped. "Ron!" On the table before her laid Kim's best friend, stripped to his under shorts with a breathing tub inserted down his throat. His skin was gray with blue bruises on his right side. "Do you know this boy Doctor?" "YES, His name is Ron Stoppable." She pulled her hand away from her mouth and walked to the table. "Call his parents and let them know he's here. Their number is 555-1458."
Dr. Possible took a deep breath and started giving orders. Once again the ER was alive with activity as they prepared Ron for surgery.-
Ten minutes after they received the call, the Stoppables arrived at the ER. Ron's mother ran to the nurses' station, "Where is my son, Ron? Ron Stoppable!" "He's being prepared for surgery" "I want to see him NOW NOW!" Dr. Possible walked out from behind the curtain and motioned for Ron's parents to join her. They hurried over. "Where is Ron? What happened to him?" "Ron is in here." Dr. Possible said a little shaken. "He has a head wound from some kind of glass bottle." They walked into the curtained off area. Ron looked about the same as when Dr. Possible found him. His mom walked up to her son, reached out and took his hand. "Ron, its mom, can you hear me?" "He's been unconscious since they found him. He called from a payphone about 20 miles south of here on 25." "That doesn't make since! I took him to a party on Chicago Street about 8:30. What was he doing out there?" She held her son's hand to her face and spoke his name over and over. Mr. Stoppable asked, "What's his condition, they said something about preparing him for surgery." "He is stable right now but in critical condition. He has a bad concussion. His brain is bruised and has swelled. If it continues to swell, it could get worse. Much worse. Even ..." her voice cracked" fatal. If the swelling continues he'll need surgery to relieve the pressure. The best thing is for the swelling to subside on its own. Unfortunate, all we can really do now is wait and see what develops. He is young and strong. Those are a very good combination. We prepared him for surgery as a precaution."