Disclaimer: refer to Ch. 1

Ch 7 The Discovery

Ron did not know where he was. The last thing he remembered was the naco from lunch, which did not taste up to par. He needed to write a letter to management regarding the quality of nacos served at the Middleton location because either their supplier got something wrong, which he doubted, or some new guy messed up the juju in the kitchen. Either way, someone was going to hear about it!

Just as soon as he figured out where he was.

Well, he knew that it was dark. And he couldn't hear any noises. He tried to get into his pants pocket to check on Rufus, but he next discovered that he could not move his arms. This was a problem.

"Kim?" Ron called out to the void, "Kim where are you? I don't know where I am and I can't seem to move. I'm really hoping that this is some kind of tweeb prank, or maybe Wade is trying to prove something. What that would be, I can't decide because he and I both know that he is almost smarter than your dad. Which brings me back to the tweebs. Why would they pick on me this time? It can't be the puppy thing; they put me in a force field for that. Kim?! Why won't you answer? Are you OK? KIM!!!"

Alright, it seems that shouting wouldn't work either because no one can hear him. Or they are ignoring him. Again. Wait though, Kim would never ignore Ron for anything, they're together and she's always had his back through everything. Ron just needed to find out what was going on.

Hey, what is that light? I hear something. Voices? What are they saying? Ron could not figure any of this out. And why would the last thing he remembered be a naco? Surely something else happened after that. Wait, Kim got a call and they went off to confront Duff Killigan. Something about a new set of super titanium golf clubs? There was a fight. He definitely remembered a fight. And a rock? No, one of those golf balls. He had been worried about Kim, what with those teeny bombs flying very close to her head. Rufus had screamed and then heat, then air, then very, very cold, then here.

'So I must have gotten hurt. How did we ever go this long without getting seriously injured?'

Oh, well. That was a question for later. Right now, he had to figure out who was talking…..

"BP …..ising! Heart r………creasing, an….s eyes…re movi…..der his lids. I think he's……aking up!"

A woman was speaking.

"G..d…Dr. Steve..s ….monitor his prog…s. I want . . .report eve…….een min...tes. If anyth….g changes ….age me immediately."

That was a man.

"…..s Dr. Sh….pard."

The woman

"Dr. Torez, woul……u care to ..com…..me to check on ………..ss Possible? I want yo…….look at her ………. I don…like the way ….she looks."

'Kim? Oh no. NO! She can't be hurt too! I have to get to her! KIM!!!!!'

It was no use. He couldn't move and the voices were moving away from him fast. How could he have let this happen? He really was Stoppable. Drowning in self- incrimination he allowed the blackness to overwhelm him his last thought before he fully lost consciousness was:

'I'm sorry Kim.'

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