It was cold, almost unbearably. Kim's vision was blurring and she couldn't explain why she was so freezing in such a warm place. Dimly, she was aware of the thunderstorm pounding away outside. Right now, Kim Possible was completely focused on Shego and Drakken. They had gotten away and now it was her responsibility to go after them. But how could she? Every time she moved her left arm pain would spasm through it and she'd quit moving it. Something warm was oozing out of her right leg and pooling on the ground underneath her legs.

Come on, Kim. You have got to get up. You so aren't dying. You just need the proper motivation......Aw, where's Ron at?! I told him...told him to go and see if-if anyone was here..... Kim's mind was slowly fogging and she couldn't remember why it was so important that she catch Shego and Drakken.

Leaning over onto her left side, Kim slowly tried to get up. Her right leg instantly buckled and refused to support her weight. Then she was falling forward, her face buried itself into a sea of coppery-red liquid. Coughing in disgust, Kim lifted her head up and spit her blood out of her mouth. From far off she heard footsteps, panicking footsteps. Her vision was going black, but she refused to let herself die.

"Catch..them.! At...all....." Kim rasped, she didn't know what was making her so weak that she couldn't talk properly. Breathing was becoming a chore and she struggled to finish her sentence. Then, she was hit with a strange and almost hilarious thought: It was as though she was in some old war movie, telling her comrades to go on with the mission, even as she was dying.

Kim blinked, dying? This didn't feel like how she would imagine death. It was slow and almost comforting, but that might have been the warm thing that had scooped her up from the ground. Tilting her head up and saw that the thing that had picked her up was her best buddy in the world: Ronald Stoppable. A slow grin spread over her face.

"It's a-about...time, Ron." Kim said, unable to focus on him. She felt something small climb up her chest and put small paws on her chin.
"Hey...Rufus." Kim said, her grin fading slightly as she took in a deep breath. Her chest seemed to be constricting on her.

"Man, Kim. What'd Shego do to you? Your arm and, my God, your leg!" Ron said, checking her over.

Kim looked slightly startled. So there is something wrong with my leg! I didn't...know. She though, understanding why the the pool of blood was under her legs.

"Come on, Kim! We've got to get you to your mom. She'll fix you up in a jiffy." Ron said, looking confident. Kim looked up at him and her stomach sank; she hadn't given her parents a single thought before now and a new pain surged through her. Her throat became tight and she couldn't stop the moisture that was collecting in her eyes.

"I-I forgot about them...Ron..do-don't let me die yet...I wanna see my mom."

Kim whispered back, trying to move off of him so they could leave.

"Kim, don't move! You'll hurt yourself more, just hold on.." Ron muttered, looking around desperately for help, any kind of help.

Lucky for them, it didn't take too long for help to arrive, the army blasted through a wall with full force.

"WE'VE GOT SURVIVORS!" A male voice yelled from the cloud of smoke that had rose up from the blast. In came four army soldiers, armed and looking prepared for combat. One, a woman, knelt down beside Kim and Ron glanced the young hero over.

"Hm...It looks like she's been bleeding for a good ten minutes, I'm surprised she isn't dead." The woman muttered, shaking her head. "Who are you two kids?! I hope it wasn't you two who tried to stop that blue guy."

Before Kim could open her mouth, Ron spoke, "I'm Ron Stoppable and this is Kim Possible. Sh-we were sent here to stop Shego and Drakken, but...well..." Ron trailed off, not needing to point out the obvious.

"Kim Possible, eh? Looks like she finally bit off more then she could chew."

Ron's eyes narrowed darkly, what did this stupid woman know about Kim? He had half his mind to tell her off, but she spoke before he could.

"I don't know if we'll make it back to a hospital in time, but we'll try out best." She said, lifting Kim up with ease and setting her on a stretcher.

"What do you mean, 'in time'"? Ron asked, as Rufus climbed up his arm.

The woman shook her head and considered for a moment. "She has major arterial bleeding. You know what that means?" She asked quietly. With the help of one of the other soldiers, she lifted the stretcher.

Ron thought for a moment, he knew he should have paid more attention in Health. Man, and we just went over this stuff! He thought bitterly, shaking his head.

"It means that if we don't stop this bleeding, she won't stop until she's dead. Since that is a main artery, the blood from there is transported directly into the heart, which is why it will bleed so much." She said, nodding, as several long jets of blood sputtered from the wound. "That green and black girl knew what she was doing when she hit her there."

Ron's mind was thrown into turmoil; he knew that Shego would like nothing more then to see Kim dead, but he really hadn't thought Shego actually would. He also didn't think she'd allow anyone die the was Kim was if they didn't get her somewhere fast. It seemed as though Shego was as ruthless as she portrayed herself as.

"Hurry up, boy! You don't want her to die do you?" Called the female medic. They had already made it to the helicopter they had flown in with. Taking off at a sprint, Ron made it to the copter and they took off, racing time, trying to get to a hospital.

"Bullard! Is there anyway you can control that bleeding? It's going to leak into the cockpit." Called the pilot, hitting a button on her left.

"Not with out my equipment." The woman, Bullard by surname, replied, taking a length of white cloth and pressing it firmly against the hole in Kim's leg.

Ron was watched nervously as the white cloth slowly became a brilliant red then faded into a dark, ugly maroon.

"She's losing conscience, Snelling!" Bullard yelled up to the pilot, peeling one of Kim's eye lids back. "And her eyes are dilating. "

"We're going as fast as we can. This isn't a fighter jet."

"Look! It's a hospital!" Ron yelped standing up and slamming his head onto the roof of the helicopter.

"Sit down, boy! We know that's a hospital. Now, when we go in there, you can't follow us into the entrance we're going through, understand? You'll have to go through the front and into the ER/OR waiting room." Bullard said, applying still more pressure to Kim's leg.

Ron nodded stupidly, his eyes not leaving Kim's face. They pulled into a rushed landing out in the front of the hospital and Bullard, with the help of another soldier on the helicopter, pulled Kim's stretcher out of the aircraft and the two of them sprinted inside.

"Get out, kid! I'm not supposed to be landing here!" Snelling snarled at Ron, turning quickly to look at him.

Ron nodded again and leapt out the the copter. He lost his footing and fell onto the wet earth as the copter took off above him. Getting up, the rain still pounding, Ron rushed into the hospital, ignoring Bullard's instructions.

A/N: WOOT! It looks like I decided not to kill of Kimmie...YET! Muuahahahahah! Well, actually, if I haven't yet, I probably won't, so happy day for all you KRers out there. Next chapter will be back to Shego and Drakken but I'm not sure if I'll be able to post it up today. Anyways, happy reading.