It was approaching two in the morning at Middleton Regional Hospital and word of Kim Possible's condition had not been heard. Many a time, Mrs. Possible had gotten up and taken out her hospital ID card, ready to force herself into the ER/OR. Each time, however, Dr. Possible had gotten up and talked her out of it. On the fifth time, Mrs. Possible was almost in tears of frustration and worry. Ron was immobile on his chair, pretending to read a magazine; every once and a while, he'd turn a page to make it look like he was totally absorbed in an article.
At 2:10, Kim was being wheeled from the OR into the ICU, heavily sedated. The doctors had been able to easily relocate her shoulder, but the Glow-shot to the leg had been hard to deal with. Outside the wound had cauterized, though it hadn't enough, allowing her open artery to bleed out. She had suffered a minor concussion from blows she received from Shego and her left eye was swollen shut.
The doctor who had done the surgery on Kim's leg was now preparing himself to face the Possibles; though Kim had been taking out of the ER/OR, she was still in danger. He was now walking quickly down the halls, wringing his hands together in slight nervousness, as it was always hard to give good and bad news to a family. He paused briefly at the waiting room door before opening it and walking in. Instantly, the Possibles and Ron were on their feet.
"Well, geez, it's about time!" Mrs. Possible hissed, stalking forward.
The young doctor grinned apologetically at Kim's mom, clasping his hands together. He slowly took a deep breath, faltering slightly at the cold look on Mrs. Possible's face.
"Your daughter is out of immediate danger and she's now in the ICU. Don't worry though-" He began, but was cut off.
"Don't give me that crap we spit out to everyone else! I can give a better diagnosis of the situation then you can," Mrs. Possible snarled.
Her coworker blinked and his eyes narrowed slowly. "Alright, I'll cut to the chase then: Your daughter suffered a minor concussion from several good punches to her head, she maintained server arterial bleeding on her right leg, and she shoulder was dislocated. We don't think she'll suffer any lasting problems from the concussion and we've relocated her shoulder, but leg wound was pretty bad. If she would have gotten here five minutes later then she did, she would have bled to death. We've got her hooked up to a blood IV and she's been sedated. Any questions?"
"Yeah. Why wasn't I allowed to preform the surgery?"
"You know perfectly well, Dr. Possible. You are shaking right now; imagine what you would have done with a scalpel. I think you would have done even more damage to your daughter's leg instead of making it any better. Hell, someone suggested we amputate it, it looked that bad." The doctor said, shaking his head.
Mrs. Possible blinked hard and shook her head slightly. Her husband put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and studied the other man firmly for a moment.
"When can we see her?" Ron piped up, startling his friend's parents.
The doctor regarded Ron for a moment, as though bemused.
"You can't just yet, but Dr. Possible can, as she works here; you'll have to wait, too, sir," He added, looking over at Kim's dad, who nodded in understanding.
Mrs. Possible frowned slightly at her coworker and folded her arms over her chest, waiting for him to say more. The younger man cleared his throat and stepped out of the way of the door.
"You know the drill, ma'am," He said swiftly, extending a hand towards the door. Mrs. Possible gave a loud 'huff' and marched out of the room, heading to the ICU.
It took less then a minute for Dr. Possible to find Kim's room. Two nurses were already inside and looking down at Kim, muttering to themselves with equally worried expressions on their faces. Dr. Possible cleared her throat loudly, and the nurses turned around, surprised.
"Ma'am, it's a good thing you're in here. Kim's muttering to herself." One of them said, looking timid.
"What do you mean muttering-" Dr. Possible stopped and stared down at her daughter.
"Can't......let...go..Gotta..stop..." Kim moaned, she thrashed wildly, as though trying to get up.
In two paces, Dr. Possible crossed the room and knelt down at Kim's side. She grabbed one of Kim's hands with her left and and placed the other one lightly on her daughter's cheek.
"Sweety? Can you here me? Mommy's here...There's nothing to worry about any more. You don't have to go stop anyone." She whispered, gently squeezing Kim's hand.
Kim jerked and her eyes, though closed, narrowed. She squeezed her mother's hand as tightly as she could in return. The young hero opened her mouth, but before she could speak, a nurse injected her with a sedation medication and Kim's mouth shut almost instantly, her grip on her mom's hand loosening in sleep. Dr. Possible's eyes widened for a moment, caught off guard. She slowly stood and faced the nurse who put her daughter back to sleep.
"That wasn't really necessary, Julie." She growled. Julie's gaze was firm, though and she met Dr. Possible's eyes.
"You know it was. Have you forgotten she is a patient as well as your daughter. We cannot let her damage herself so you can hear her mumblings." The nurse, Julie, said coolly. Dr. Possible's eyes narrowed darkly, but she said nothing in reply. Julie's face softened and put a hand on Dr. Possible's arm.
"Go home and get some sleep, Kim'll be ready for visitors by the time you wake up." She continued. Dr. Possible let out a soft sigh and her eyes closed briefly.
"Yeah...Alright. I'll see you in the morning, then, Julie." Dr. Possible replied, admitting defeat. Slowly, she turned and exited the room, exhaustion racking her body.
She returned to the waiting room and both Ron and Dr. Possible looked up at her hopefully. She explained to them the situation and a few minutes later, they were driving home, eager for morning to come. She had not mentioned at all what Kim had been mumbling and wasn't going to, it was bad enough that they were all worried about Kim's condition and it wouldn't be very helpful if she shot off her mouth and said Kim was muttering like a crazy person. The Possible's said goodnight to Ron as they dropped him off and headed to their home. Both of them said nothing to each other as they entered their home and readied themselves for bed.
"She'll be alright, though, won't she, hon?"
"Yes, she'll be just fine..."
And with that, they both lapsed into an uneasy slumber their dreams both filled with images of their daughter....