A world of mostly darkness and occasional grayness. A world of sensations that were few and far between as so much of the world consisted of a constant burning of torn, ravaged nerves and flesh that had long ago had taken on the shape of her entire world.
Stray thoughts came and went. There was no time; there rarely was a place any more.
Memories were still vivid but even them, as so many of them were tactile and auditory, they could become confused easily in the constant fog of the medications that she didn't feel she needed.
One thing did remain supreme however.
Fear!
She knew that each day, the darkness was getting a little bit closer. She knew that each day, things were getting a little bit softer to her ears, a little bit quieter. This was unacceptable to her. This she could not take! She knew that out there, out in the world outside of her broken shell of a body, her friend, her partner, her soul mate, her life, was still going, still functioning, still living day to day and she would not desert him while there was a breath in her body.
But the darkness was getting closer and she was getting so tired and weak!
But she owed him so much! He had lost a foot when he had pushed her out of the way of another wacko machine. He had lost his little finger when he had grabbed her unconscious body just as it fell over into a pit and his one free hand had gotten caught in a cable trying to stop their fall. There were too many times to mention when he's saved her without injury more sever than a slash or bruise.
We have been partners in every sense of the word, in every aspect of our lives, she thought for what had to be the billionth time. It was only by the repeated reruns of her life with him that she was able to find the strength to keep the darkness at bay!
I know that he thinks that he was still doing the sidekick thing at times, but he never saw it from the bad guys point of view. And I made sure that he was right there with me, at my shoulder; hand on whatever award or medal that was being presented because he earned it just as much as I did.
And while she cursed the darkness around her and cursed the blindness, numbness and pain in her shattered body, and what kind of selfless, wonderful man would eagerly want to make love to a scarred, legless, one-armed, one breasted husk of a woman? And do so repeatedly for so many years. For him, for those reasons and for so much more, I will fight the darkness. I will win this battle. I can do this! I can do anything. I'm Kim Possible-Stoppable.