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Chapter Four Waking To A Dream
Kim rolled. "Oww…" she crocked was she began to wake. She was not dead, the pain told her that. She first noticed she was lying on her back, on something soft. There was a soft beeping from the room, but somehow she could not see, or even seem to open her eyes. There was also something in her hand. "Another hand?...snoring" she mused. What on earth was going on….then it hit her, she remembered the explosion, taking off, but after that it was a blur. Vaguely she thought she had herd someone say her name, movement, pain. Then she woke here. But why was there someone in the room with here, and who was it? More importantly, why were they holding her hand? She gripped the hand as hard as she could. She wanted answers.
"Hello?" Kim harshly said. The snoring stopped, movement. "Hello?" she said again, continuing to grip the hand.
"KP?" A gentle, quite voice seemed to ask. She new that name…it was nickname she had not heard in a very long time….that voice, she new it too. "KP?" he said again.
"Ron? What on earth. Ron!"
"Shh…calm down Kim. It's me. It's Ron, you're alright. Calm down." He said soothingly.
"Why are you here? Why can't I see you? What's going on?" Kim started panicky.
"It's OK Kim. You crash-landed on the beach last night, I found you, and then I got you here. You in the Miami hospital, in Florida. It's OK. You were hurt but you will be fine." Ron stated as calmly as possible. He was starting to get freaked now as well. When he had insisted on staying last night, he had not seemed to take in that in the morning, if she woke before him, they might just have this little reunion before he was ready for it. She seemed to calm a bit though, not letting go of his hand, she tried to turn her head towards his voice.
"How did you, of all people, find me? I am so confused…Ron I…" She started as the on call Doctor burst into the room.
"Kim it's OK. I'm still confused myself. The Doctor is here now, you need to talk to him, and we will talk later…If you want to."
"Ron don't leave, PLEASE!" Kim begged gripping his hand tighter, as he got up to leave. Ron looked at the doctor, who nodded his approval. He set back down.
"It's good to see you are awake Miss Possible, we were worried about you last night when Mr. Stoppable brought you in. It's not everyday we have a national hero in our hospital." Kim only nodded. Ron had informed him earlier about their former relationship (As partners on Team Possible, not about their intimate relationship.), and that Kim would first want to know her injuries and when she would leave, so he needed to dispense with the chit-chat.
"I know you can't see, Miss Possible, but you look much worse than you are at this point. You injuries were quite extensive, however, you sustained nothing life threatening. To start you have multiple cuts from metal shrapnel along your stomach, arms legs and chest. Your right leg was broken from one piece. And your eyes have been burned by the light of that explosion. You will hurt for a while from the cuts, but they should be more bearable in a couple of days. Your leg is in a cast, you will be able to move around on crunches, but you will be in it for four weeks. Last but not least, your eyes. All our indicators point towards temporary blindness, so you should not be able to see for somewhere between two days to two weeks. To help those heal, however, we do not want you to expose them to light for at least three days, so you will be blind for at least that long, and don't tug at your bandages. Any questions so far?" He paused to let it sink in and allow for questions. Kim shook here head no, but started cussing a little under her breath, which Ron caught. He squeezed her hand looked quizzical and stopped.
"You should be ready to go home tomorrow morning, if your overnight observation goes well tonight." The doctor stated. "Now, I will need to do a quick check on your bandages and vitals, and then there is another main from Global Justice outside waiting to talk to you."
"Ok" Was all she said. The doctor then proceeded to check her out, voiced his approval of her condition, and then quietly left. As he walked out another man, in a smart blue suit, carrying a brief case, walked in.
"Agent Possible. Agent Stoppable. I am agent Jon Rightsman, I will be your debriefing contact, and your local Global Justice handler." He greeted them coming to a halt in front of Kim's bed."
"Agent?" Ron said looking at him confused.
"Yes, you are Ronald Dean Stoppable, are you not?"
"Yes…"
"You are listed as an inactive, un-contracted field agent for Global Justice in our database, and according to Dr. Director, whom I have just finished speaking to."
"Ok…" Ron said, still a little confusedKim's hand had started sweating, so she let go of Ron, and neatly folded her hand in front of her, but otherwise said nothing to him.
"Agent Possible Global Justice is happy you retrieved the Jupiter project from Dr. Dementor, however we trust that next time you will apprehend him before he has time to destroy his facility." Kim grunted, obviously not happy with his admonishment about the fact that Dr. Dementor got away.
"However, due to your extensive injuries, and possible emotional condition occurring from this incident GJ has put temporarily on the inactive roster. You are hereby ordered to cease all operative work for the next two months during your recovery. You will report, two months henceforth at GJ headquarters for a physical and mental examination preceding your re-instatement onto active duty. Is all that clear?"
"Two months, you can't do that! I'll be better in one, and there is nobody else who can handle all of Team Possible's foes!" Kim fumed.
"I'm sorry agent Possible; these are the orders directly from Dr. Director. Besides we will handle Team Possible's foes just fine. We are pulling in our other expert to handle any of Team Possible's exclusive work."
"Who on earth do you thing can handle Duff Killagan, MonkyFist, or Dr. Dementor not to mention the others!" Kim Screamed.
"Agent Stoppable." Rightsman stated calmly.
"What!" Ron and Kim both blurted.
"That is the reason you were allowed to stay for this debriefing agent Stoppable. It is a personal request from Dr. Director that you be asked to handle any and all of Team Possible's arch foes wile agent Possible recovers. What do you say agent?"
"I have not been on a mission in over six-and-a-half years! Much less fought villains. Then there's my job, and home! I can't do it, I'm not even a member of Team Possible anymore." Ron said. Kim just looked at him…he could not tell what she was thinking, especially with her eyes covered up, but he new she would not be happy if he just accepted it. The truth was, Ron had fought some of there old foes in recent years, and had continued training, even after he and Kim had split. But how, why, when, and where was not something he wished to discuss right now, especially in front of Kim.
"Global Justice is quite aware of your status as concerns Team Possible, and agent Possible herself, however, we are also have kept an eye on you for the past six years, and Dr. Director is quite certain that you will have no trouble handling any villain you would encounter. In either case, you do not have to accept now. Please sleep on it, and let me know in the morning. I will be here for agent Possible's release." Agent Rightsman then said his farewell and left. Leaving Kim and Ron alone again, both were confused, a little scared, and thoroughly annoyed with GJ.
They sat quietly both not knowing what to say to the other. It had been six long years, yet here they were, Kim injured, sitting in a hospital room. They were happy, sad, mad, and confused all at the same time. Both too scared to talk though. Kim was first to break the silence.
"It's like I've woken up in some sort of dream that's a cross between a happy one and a nightmare…"
"I know what you mean…" Ron said.
Kim put her head in her hands, and started to sob. "Ron…I" she began again. "Ron I'm so sorry. It's been so long. I know you must hate me…"
"Kim…KP" Ronsaid as he moved up to her, and gently as he could he hugged her. "It's OK. I don't hate you. Why would you say that? What would you think could make me hate you?"