A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. I got some very supportive reveiws, and I thank the two people who did it! Gives reveiwers a cookie So, please enjoy the next chapter of Always There. (It begins with Kim's POV. Just in case you couldn't figure it out...>. )

Always There

Shego. That's whom I had been fighting. I told Ron to get Drakken; he can't get away with the Doomsday Cube. Doomsday Cube, what a stupid name. Who made that thing up again? Oh well, no time to dwell about it now. I have to beat Shego so Ron and I can get home; tonight we're having pizza.

I ducked, just missing a punch from Shego. Wait, is that her foot . . . . . . . . . . Why is she laughing? My side really hurts, is that my blood? Oh, no. Now I can't even focus on her. They're going to win; Ron doesn't stand a chance. Ron…

"Just hang on KP." I muttered. "It'll be ok." I stopped running. Now the lair was far behind us, and Kim's side had to be bandaged up. Other wise she'll bleed to death… No. Kim is strong; she'll make it.

I un-tucked my shirt and ripped a thin, long strip of cloth off of it. Then I wrapped it around her stomach in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. There. I pulled it tight enough to slow the blood, but loose enough so that she could still breath. I looked up. The sky was dark, despite the fact it was about four o'clock. A storm was coming, a bad one. I snatched the Kimmunicator from Kim's pocket, wiping off the blood that smeared its screen.

"Wade!" I pressed the 'talk' button in hopes of talking to our ten-year-old friend. The screen was full of static. "I thought this thing is supposed to work in all weather…" I muttered, not believing my luck. I looked at the sky again. It was going to rain soon, no doubt. "Ok, let's find some shelter, first of all."

I scooped Kim up and began to move, walking this time. I'm not athletic, and I was out of breath. About ten minutes later I stumbled upon a cave.

"What are the odds?" I muttered, entering the safe spot happily. I laid Kim down on the dirt floor before walking out again to get firewood. I did learn one thing from Camp Wannaweep. Fire can protect you from all sorts of stuff. Therefore I learned how to start one in a few seconds as a survival lesson. Now that came in handy once again.

"There. A perfect fire." I said a few minutes later, smiling at the dancing flame in front of me. "Now, that cut needs to be cleaned." I can't believe that the stuff I learned from volunteering at the hospital actually came in handy. I turned back to Kim. Suddenly my vision got blurry, and I was forced to wipe my eye. A small drop of moisture clung to my glove.

"Come on, Kim. Time to get you feeling better." I pulled another two strips off my shirt, which was now very small, and untied the knot of the last strip of cloth. It fell off, revealing a cut on Kim's left side of her stomach. It looked deep, and was still bleeding, though not as heavily as before. I dabbed it with one strip, gently cleaning it. Kim winced in pain and opened her eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, Kim. I'm here. Everything will be all right." I murmured, trying to reassure my best friend. Kim tried to respond but I cut her off. "I'm going to take care of you until Wade can get help. Just rest now."

Kim's eyes closed again as she slipped unconscious. I continued to clean the cut silently. When it looked halfway decent, I wrapped the last strip around Kim to bind the cut. I hadn't mentioned that Wade was unreachable at the moment, and I wasn't sure when he would be. I decided to try again.

A/N: Ha ha! What will happen next, you wonder? Well, keep reading and reveiwing and I'll post the next chapter. I'm so sorry for hurting Kim like that... but I can't give away the ending! Well, That's it for now! Later. (Again, sorry it's so short... Most of the chapters will be.)