Disclaimer: This will be long, but I want to make this clear; I make no claim towards Kim Possible, as it is owned by Disney and the marvelous fellows who thought her and her friends up. I own the Fredericks (not Shego) and Wendy, as they are figments of my imagination caught on paper.

I also do not claim any knowledge of medical treatment of car injuries nor do I claim to know any medical procedures of the United States, I do know how elementary surgery in Europe is performed through first-hand experience, other than that; no knowledge.

Maybe we should just get on with the show already, ok?

Apology: I have been working day and night to understand my new Wacom Bamboo along with Photoshop CS3. The result will be published alongside a chapter as soon as I finish both. Not with this chapter but hopefully next.

–Choir; - "Get on with it!"

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Ronald Stoppable was very deep in thought at the moment.

Shego Fredericks would probably have laughed heartily at the very thought that this particular blonde boy could think at all, let alone deep.

Nevertheless, he had been straining himself the past few hours with his puzzle. Don't get me wrong now; he was not trying to solve a physical puzzle, no real rubix-cube or wooden jigsaw; but rather a thought puzzle, an ethereal rubix-cube of the mind.

He was, without asking Kim and risking upsetting her, trying to find out what Kim and Shego had been arguing about the day she was injured.

He weighed pros and cons, scenario versus scenario, from ridiculous notions of alien invasions to things as simple as hair pins.

He was not being nosy; he just wanted to know so he could help, however cheesy that sounded. He saw a nurse walk by in the hallway with someone's lunch, his mind started to wander towards that hot, molten river of cheese he loved on his chili nachos…No! He was to stay focused, for Kim, he told himself.

For Kim.

Kim was very troubled in her sleep, however deep it was; her mind was replaying the accident and her and Shego's argument. Some small part was trying to decipher the dream she had the day she threw the mug at Shego, but most of her unconscious focus was on the injury and Shego.

Shego.

The Queens.

The more Kim thought about it, the more convinced she was that it wasn't real or even coincidental. She figured that either she was crazy, having Shego and the Queens as brain ghosts, or she was in a sitcom. Either that or she was just a victim of really stupid coincidences after all.

Shego was in a position similar to Ron's, trying to figure it all out. And like Kim, she was wondering why and how. Not why Kim was mad at her, she knew that. She wanted to find out why this had happened and how the hell she could have been so stupid and above all if she ever could mend what she had done.

Wendy wasn't around for the talk most of these days; she just sat in the hospital, with Shego outside of Kim's room or with Kim inside her room, listening to the rants from either Kim or Shego. Or just staring at a wall just the same as Shego.

Kim's parents were with Kim and Ron as often as they could, having vacation time from work that neither had used up for years. They often glared at Shego and Wendy as they walked by, but never said anything. It was clear enough what they thought about the pair.

"Dammit, why the fuck did I do that stupid shit?"

"How the hell should I know? You didn't tell me about it until this happened, I know why you did it…" Wendy began with a pointed look at Shego.

"Why?! Tell me dammit!"

"But I don't see how stupid you could be to think she wouldn't find out; she's their favorite target dammit." Wendy finished, huffing and crossing her arms as she leaned back into the sofa. She had just gotten Shego away from the hospital and now intended to set things straight for once. Shego on the other hand groaned and hit herself on the forehead with her rather sweaty palm. Wendy was right, she always was.

"How the fuck can I fix this?"

"How the fuck can I…how the fuck should I know? As far as I'm concerned, it's up to Kim now, you just have to stay hidden away for a while and wait for her to cool down if she ever does."

"That could work; I'm out of working ideas anyway."

"I know you are, and I need a drink."

"Double mine. The third mug she threw yesterday was rather hard on my knee."

It was now three weeks after the accident, of course no one involved believed it to be an accident but they didn't say it, and Kim was going to be let out of the hospital in a wheelchair in a few days.

She was to stay home for a month and then get a check-up on how she was doing; if necessary she would be in the chair another month then start on the crutches.

At the news, Kim was glad to be out, as was Ron and Rufus, Shego a bit skeptical about the whole crutch deal, but kept her mouth shut. She thought Kim should stay in the wheelchair for about six months and then stop throwing things at Shego.

Wendy stood behind her and was ready to remind her of minding her own business with a not so friendly pinch.

"Am I the only one that sees that bitch Rockwaller kicking Pumpkin's crutches out from under her?" Shego yelled as she threw her hands in Wendy's face for attention. She batted the pale-green hands away with indifference.

"If it comes to that, she'll get what she deserves, however I think we should give The Queens some benefit of doubt."

Shego grimaced and spoke her mind. "You're really no fun at all when you're sober, do you know that? You're way too mature. Can't you at least act snooty and think you're better than me?"

"I have some serious tests coming up in school, and with Kim finally out of the hospital I can do some studying. Gotta keep the vultures at bay, you know."

"Screw the vultures, what about Kim!?"

Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care that fucking much about her? You guys dating or what?"

"You wish." Shego leered in Wendy's face.

"You're bloody acting like it, and it's annoying, girl. I kinda know why you're like this, but you shouldn't lecture me on the difference between a drunk and sober me anyway. Here's the deal; as far as I've learned, you were rather bitchy back in the days, and I just think you wanna make up for it by protecting Kim from other morons. And I am better than you." Wendy finished her little speech to a dumbstruck Shego with a finger pointing at Shego's nose, demanding recognition.

"That's just stupid." Shego huffed and crossed her arms. She frowned and thought out loud, "But if it's true, then I should just act like her bodyguard and nothing else, right? Total shutdown emotionally and the whole black-suit-where's-my-sunglasses thing."

Wendy sighed and started scanning her room. "Fuck the tests, where's the emergency brandy?"

"There's the good Wendy back."

"Shut up."

Today was the day, Ron was walking out of the hospital with Kim and her parents towards the car, and Kim was actually rather happy considering the circumstances. She was let out of the hospital after all, and now she could do some homework or goof off with Ron and Rufus as long as she wanted. She did not however, spare Shego a second thought but wondered briefly what Wendy was up to. She shrugged the thought off and focused on getting into the car with her casts. They still hurt a bit when bumped, but not so much by just existing anymore.

Kim had been seriously hurt by the car, although driving slowly, it had severely damaged her left knee, making it very difficult to mend and there were no good odds for getting it good for even walking. Kim had not yet received that news, and she was more interested in the other injuries.

She had gotten her pelvis smashed pretty hard on that side as well, making her overall movement very restricted.

Her arm had been caught in a bad angle as she landed on the asphalt and it was a clean break, the smallest of the damages.

Kim's head had been an area of constant worry on her mother Ann Possible's part, they both knew it was very easy to break something irreparably in the brain, and Kim had been incredibly close to being comatose for weeks and receiving permanent brain damage.

The risk for memory loss was practically nonexistent and the few ribs that had been mangled were healing fine already.

All in all, the thing she didn't know about was the worst at the moment and all was going for the better at the moment.

And all it would take for all of this to heal, physically and emotionally, was some time.

Always time, time, time, Shego hated the time that was making her wait for everything and never being long enough for what she enjoyed.

One thing about time was her call though. She would give Kim time, and they would get over this in time.

Once upon a time, Kim was going to be given time.