Now just as a warning… there may be a bit of anguish in this chapter… I decided to update quickly again, as it may be a few days before I can post the next chapter. I apologize in advance for the wait…

The obligatory disclaimer: I do not own any of the Kim Possible characters…

Chapter 6

Kim woke in a hospital bed, but with much difficulty. She knew she was awake but for some reason she was having trouble opening her eyes. They felt like they weighed a ton!

Finally she was able to open them a little, and the bright light that poured in made her shut them tight again. Kim gave a little groan, and smacked her lips, as they felt very parched.

"Here, let me get that for you." A soft feminine voice said, as Kim then felt the cold of crushed ice on her lips. She slowly took a small bit, and then gobbled the rest of the spoonful.

"Careful there… careful…" The pleasant voice said again. "You've been through quite a bit, from what I've been told. Can you open your eyes now?"

Kim attempted to open her eyelids again, and this time she was able to. Again the bright light assaulted her pupils, and she began blinking quickly, trying to get them to adjust. Suddenly the lights dimmed a bit, making it more bearable.

"Sorry about that. Better?"

"Yes, much." Kim croaked out. Her throat was still raw and dry.

"Here, drink this, but slowly." Kim could now see that a young nurse, not much older than herself was tending to her. Glancing down, she saw a glass of water, with a straw, and she immediately took the straw in her mouth and sucked the heavenly liquid down her throat.

"Easy! I said easy… You've been through quite a bit. You feel any better now?"

"Yes, much." Her throat didn't hurt as bad now, and she could speak without her voice cracking.

"What's the last thing you remember?" The young nurse asked.

"It… it's all a big jumble. I… I remember being at home, getting ready for bed, and I… I remember seeing something come at me from my closet. It… it looked like… me!" Kim paused at the sudden memory.

"Please, continue." The nurse implored.

"I… I must have blacked out, because my next memory is being strapped to a cold metal table, and seeing, feeling… things… attached to me!" Instinctively, Kim quickly looked at herself. First her left arm, and then brought her hands up to her head, feeling around as if she was checking for a hat.

I must have blacked out again, because the next thing I remember, is seeing Ron right in front of me… Oh my God… Ron!" Tears began to come out of her now saddened green eyes. "He's… dead… isn't he?" Kim buried her face in her hands.

And I was the one who killed him! She thought.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are talking about." The nurse said, looking very sad herself. She had heard some of the stories from the paramedics who had brought her in, but she wasn't prepared for a story like what she had just heard.

"Wasn't he brought in here with me?" Kim asked.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know. My shift just started, and I was informed to stay with you until you woke up."

"Do you at least know how I got here?" Kim asked, wiping some tears from her face.

"All I heard was that you were almost crushed by a large wrecking ball. Someone pulled you out of the way just in time, or you wouldn't be here now. That same person is the one who called the paramedics."

"D… do you know who that was?" Kim asked, tears still filling her eyes.

"Just that it was one of the local Runners."

"R…Runner?"

"I never really knew much about them, but it's a group of people who run drugs for some of the local Drug Lords. They are kind of on the fence with the law, if you know what I mean."

Kim nodded that she understood. Her last memory suddenly hit again like a tidal wave! She could feel Ron's throat in her hand. She could feel his muscles straining, and could hear him gasping for air. She could even remember feeling the small bones in his trachea break in her grasp! Kim looked at her right hand as if it was an alien thing that she wanted to get rid of.

"He's gone… my best friend is dead, and I… I…" Kim broke down again, and cried. She turned side ways in the bed, and curled up. Her body shook with the grief she felt.

The young nurse wasn't sure what to do, so she quietly left the room. Kim lay there in a fetus position crying for her dead friend. The friend that she had killed with her own hand.

Kim had finally cried herself to sleep, and had woke up approximately 6 hours later. She didn't have any IV's attached to her, just a few bandages here and there. Her muscles were very sore, but not much more than after a heavy workout.

Glancing down at herself, Kim noticed that she had on a standard hospital gown. She looked around the dimly lit room, and then noticed her clothes had been neatly folded and placed on the only chair in the room. Gradually she stepped off the bed. Wow! That floor is cold!

She was able to get to the chair without a problem, though her muscles wanted to tense up. At one point, it almost felt like her calves were going to cramp! She picked up her clothes, and after wincing a few times from using her muscles, and with a little difficulty, she was able to get them on. Kim just HAD to find out what they had done with Ron's body. She had to see for herself. If anything, she had to see him one last time, for closure.

Since it was night, Kim was able to walk through the halls without being noticed. No one else was around, save for the janitor mopping the floors. Kim asked him where the morgue was, and he pointed the way.

Kim walked a few hundred feet down the hall that the janitor had pointed out, and then she saw the door. It simply said MORGUE. Gingerly, she pushed it open, and walked in.

As soon as she stepped in, the smell hit her. Formaldehyde! Oh how she hated that smell. It reminded her of Biology class when they had to dissect a frog. Kim fought down the lump in her throat by swallowing hard. Then she saw the rows of bodies in body bags, as they lay on the tables. There were five of them. All were zipped up, and had a large tag attached to the zipper.

"Can I help you Miss?" The sudden voice behind her made Kim involuntarily jump. "Eep!"

"Sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to startle you. You do know that we're closed, don't you?" The short and slightly balding man had a soft and gentle voice

"I'm sorry about that. I'm actually a patient here."

The coroner looked her up and down. "Hey, there was no way I would come all the way here in that back-less fashion faux pas."

"Oh, that's right. You came in earlier today, didn't you? You're Kim Possible!" The small man suddenly said with realization.

"Yes… yes I am."

"I am so pleased to meet you Miss Possible." He quickly shook her hand. "How can I be of service?"

"W… were any of th… these…" She motioned towards the body bags, "brought in here today?" She fought back more tears.

"There was only one, but he hasn't been identified yet."

"D… did… does… he h… have b… blond hair?" Kim was finding it very hard not to bawl her eyes out.

"Why yes, yes he does. Would you like to identify the body? We do need to know, for our records, and to notify the next of kin."

"I… I'll tell h… his p… parents." Kim was so sure of what she was about to see. She was trying to work up the courage to see Ron's body.

"It's over here." The coroner led Kim to the last body bag in the row. She noticed that the tag was simply labeled. In large hand written letters was the name "John Doe".

"Here we are. Let me say how sorry I am for your loss Miss Possible. It appears he meant very much to you."

"Th… thank you. I… I didn't catch your name?" Kim said, trying to stall, not wanting to look at the body.

"Oh my, how rude of me. My name is Carlson. Jacob Carlson."

"Thank you for your compassion Jacob." Kim said with a slight smile.

"Well, are you ready?" Jacob asked with a sad, but quiet voice.

"Yes." Kim closed her eyes, and she heard the zipper as Jacob opened the bag.

"OK…" Jacob said.

Kim opened her eyes, looking straightforward. She closed them again, and tilted her head down, took a breath, and then opened them again. She blinked once, then again. Then again. It was almost as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Is this the only body that was brought in today?" Kim asked, astonished by what she was looking at.

"Yes, it is. Why?"

"Because this isn't Ron! That means he's still alive!"

To be continued…

Now y'all didn't really think I would kill off Ron, did you?