It went slowly.
That was all Kim really focused on as she sat at her desk in the wheelchair.
It went so slowly to recover from her accident, she doubted she'd be able to walk before her pension.
No big, she tried to tell herself, she was actually quite lucky to still be alive, she reminded herself once again. But damn it went slowly.
She would be out of her mind before the wheelchair disappeared out of the house and her life.
"Kimmie-cub!" Her father called out from the stairs behind her. She spun her wheel chair around to see what he wanted.
"Your friends are here to see you." Ron waved from somewhere behind James and Rufus ran between his legs and flung himself onto Kim's bed.
"Thanks dad, when's dinner?"
"I'll bring some up here later, alright?"
"Thanks, you're the best."
Ron pressed himself to the wall as James walked back down.
"Yeah Dr. P, you rule! Go Brainloaf!" Ron pumped his fist in the air at the mentioning of food, and his mouth watered thinking of Mrs. Dr. Possible's "Brainloaf".
Some oddities are needed in the world, this was one of them, and Kim accepted that.
"Gross." Accept is not the same as liking, fellas.
"It's good!" Ron protested as he saw Kim's disgusted face, Rufus joined in on both sides by alternating between making faces and scolding Kim.
Both Kim and Ron stopped making faces at each other and laughed at Rufus, leaving the ground open for any and all conversation subjects.
As any person who has been in such a situation knows it is very, very awkward. Each side will try to stall with small and meaningless questions in order to find time to bring out the big guns.
Ron tried to get the stalling question out of the way the very same way he had been trying to do that every day the whole week.
"How's your…umm…recovery going, KP?"
Kim sighed, turned the wheelchair around and stared at a poster before giving the same answer she'd been giving all week. "It's going slow." The poster ignored her and Ron answered instead.
"Yeah I know, but hey, look at the bright side."
"Which bright side, Ron? I'm cooped up in here forever and all I have to do is to read and sleep."
Ron tried to come up with a good answer, failed and settled for the first answer that came to mind. "You get out of school at least."
Kim raised an eyebrow that reminded him of her odd enjoying of school, aside from the obvious factors of course.
"Right, sorry."
"At least there's no Bonnie-fucking-Rockwaller for a while…" She muttered to herself and Ron sighed. As far as the language was from the timid little girl he befriended in pre-school, he had to admit that her expression fit like a glove.
As much as Kim hated being in her room and ultimately her house, she dreaded being carried from her room by her father and out on the sidewalk in her wheelchair for some fresh air. The risk of her bumping into Shego, or even Wendy was overwhelming to her, and the thought alone paralyzed her.
Even meeting Wendy had become strained, as she reminded Kim of Shego so much, so even that sliver of friendship was stretched to the point of breaking and slapping someone on the fingers like a broken rubber band.
Kim sighed; this whole mess was something time was unable to heal, no matter how much it tried.
Unbeknownst to Kim, Shego agreed with her.
'Fuck time, this is going nowhere.' Shego grouched in her own room as she glared at the clock on the wall. It was mocking her, she thought, by going slower and slower.
She wanted to go to Kim and grovel; she needed that friendship, they both did. But another part of her mind told her to wait for Kim to make the first move, making her realize it was all an overreaction on the redhead's part.
That other part was Wendy.
Wendy seemed to be full of energy these days and apparently only school could be an outlet much to her parents' pleasure.
Shego's pleasure it was not however, as she needed Wendy to do the thinking for her.
Shego was an intelligent young woman, but she was also rather slow on engaging in anything outside of her interests or when she was stressed. This is not saying she wasn't interested in Kim's recovery, but rather she was stressed out over the fact that she knew nearly nothing of what had happened, when it should heal and what permanent cripples might be left.
Wendy knew just about as much as Shego about Kim's condition, but now they couldn't even brainstorm together as Wendy prepared for tests and papers here and there and forced Shego into studying with here more times than they would even talk or actually drink something to make their minds a little more creative.
Shego glared at the clock again and angrily hissed at it, it hadn't even moved more than a minute despite her heavy thinking.
This was a tough spot, she decided.
Shego was stressed with no info and even lesser friends to brief her, and her mother's voice came drifting through her mind.
"You should make some friends…"
"You'll never be fine on your own if you don't accept any help…"
"You're not helping, mom!" Shego yelled through the wall into the hallway where her mother stood, trying to help in her own special way.
"Well excuse me for trying to help!" She yelled back indignantly.
"Apology not accepted if you don't happen to have some intel here!"
"But I do!"
Shego's eyes snapped open from the frowning face she made while yelling to her mother. "What?"
"I talked to her mother and some of the nurses; she's going to be fine."
Alyson had walked into Shego's room by now, and she looked at her daughter and the raging emotions in the eyes of pasty-skinned woman on the small couch. She walked over to her and sat down on the other end than the one Shego occupied.
"There is not much I can say to you, but I know things will turn out for the best if you just keep reminding her of your friendship. And above all reminding yourself of it."
Despite having gotten herself in a bigger dilemma than before, Shego let a rare smile off against her mother who smiled in turn.
Shego now had Wendy telling her to take things slowly and letting Kim set the pace.
Shego frowned at her own mindset, that came out totally wrong, but she shrugged and focused on the other nugget in her mind; her mother telling her to bug the hell out of Kim with declarations of eternal friendship.
It sounded cheesy enough to work in any Disney-film she had ever seen, so why the hell not?
Alyson leaned back and clasped her hands in her lap, comfortable in the tasteful black and dark green setting of her daughter's room.
"Now then love," Her mother started.
"What?" Shego asked and looked at her mother.
"…are you sure you're not a lesbian?"
"…the hell?"