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And Kim beat bad-guy butt without me. No big surprise there. But as soon as I ran into her (literally, unfortunately) in the halls of the enormous building, her face turned pale.

"Are they...I mean, they aren't..." I felt sympathy for Kim, I really did; she could barely string two words together.

"They're alive, but they're pretty bad off, Kim. They were taken to a hospital on mainland." Kim grabbed my arm and raced for the exit, nearly slipping into our pit in her hurry. "Call in a ride!" she ordered.

I remembered that I was the one with the Kimmunicator. "Oh! Okay." I pushed a button and almost instantly, the familiar brown face of Wade appeared. "We need a ride to mainland. Scat." Wade nodded, "Already got one."

Half and hour after we'd escaped from the building, a helicopter almost identical to the one that had picked up Jim and Tim headed our way.

The journey to mainland was quiet. I glanced at Kim, who was usually talking about something and saw that she was lost in her fears. I had no idea what this must mean to her, having her little brothers in such obvious pain. It would tear me apart.

In fact, it was tearing me apart. Jim and Tim were like my own brothers-they were smart, and quick, and always laughing.

They weren't laughing now.

"This sucks," a small voice squeaked from the depths of my pocket. I looked down at Rufus, who looked sad, staring out the window. "Yeah, Rufus." I agreed. "It does suck."

The hospital was loud and full of activity. Everywhere you looked, there were doctors, nurses, and patients. The smell of disinfectant hung heavily in the air. Kim went to the front desk to find out where her brothers were.

"Jim's in surgery." She said quietly, sitting next to me. "My baby brother is in surgery, and they don't even know if he's going to come out of it alive." I hugged her, wishing I could just hug away the pain. "Tim's in a special room somewhere. They're trying to bring his temperature back up to normal."

Suddenly, her calm demenior vanished and I found myself becoming her pillow. Kim was crying into my shoulder, her entire body shuddering with sobs. "Mom and Dad aren't even here yet, and they won't be here for another couple hours!"

I held Kim as tightly as I could, smoothing her hair out and whispering words to her. I didn't even know what I said, I just knew I had to keep talking. "I'm sure they'll be fine. Watch, two weeks from now they'll be building rockets and you'll be yelling at them for using your makeup to make bombs."

Kim laughed, a strangled laugh of somebody who couldn't stop crying. Then, she hiccupped. I smiled at her, "You know, hiccups bring good luck."

I got punched on the arm for saying that.

Thirteen hours later

I watched from the background as the Possible family (well, most of it) took turns hugging Tim. He was the first of the twins who had recuperated enough for visitors. Jim was out of surgery, and was expected to make a full recovery.

Mr. and Mrs. Doctor Possible left the room after their hellos, which had lasted nearly twenty minutes. I could see on their faces that they didn't want to leave, but they knew there were some things better left untouched. Like how their sons had gotten so close to death.

The first words out of Tim's mouth after his parent left were, "Is Jim okay? Where is he? Can I see him?"

Kim smoothed out his hair, and I could tell she was beyond ecstatic that her "baby brother" was okay. "Yes. Out of surgery. And not yet, to answer your questions in order."

So Jim moved onto the next order of business. "Did you defeat Rival?"

I jumped in. "Of course she did. He'll be rotting in jail. Twenty to life."

Kim gave me a look. "That's murder, Bozo. But yeah, he'll be there for a while."

Jim looked pleased. "Good. Because after what he did to us, if you hadn't already gotten to him, he would have had to watch out for me!"

I seriously doubted that, but I didn't say anything. I just smiled. My best friend's life was turned back right-side-up. That was all that mattered.

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