Chapter Eighteen: And If She's Alright…
Shego awoke but didn't try to move. She didn't know where she was, or how she'd gotten wherever she was. The quiet beeping in the background told her she was being monitored. The raven haired girl tried to take in a deep breath but choked on the tube that was helping her breathe.
The pain in her chest from this action was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She began to shake lightly. Shego laid there in a state of confusion. She opened her eyes but couldn't see anything. She attempted to move her arms and legs but they were cuffed down. She was scared. The only sense she had at her disposal was her hearing and even that was a bit muddled.
She jumped violently as she felt something brush against her sensitive skin. There was a soft hand on her forehead. She could feel it stroking her thick locks away from her face. Shego so badly wished she could smell, but she had a pretty good idea about who this was.
"You got yourself into a good one this time didn't you, Buttercup," The soft voice of her mother whispered lightly into her ear.
Shego really wanted the protest being called that, but she couldn't. She couldn't even ask her mother to remove whatever was over her eyes. Tears welled up again. She felt weak, frustrated, and the one that got her the most she was scared.
Karrie sighed when tears ran from underneath the blindfold. She grabbed a tissue and wiped them away. The older woman was at a loss for what to do. She didn't know how sensory deprivation was supposed to help her daughter.
Shego choked again on the tube down her throat as she tried to breathe on her own. One of the machine's beeping started to increase and her lanky doctor entered the room to see what the commotion was about.
"Now now," Doctor Zephyrus said. "If you promise to be good this time and let us have a respectable look at your lungs we can see if we can take that tube out and you may not have to spend another month in here."
Shego's eyebrows came together. She'd been in here a month, that couldn't be right. She would have remembered waking up and causing problems. She tried to think hard about the last thing that happened to her before she ended up in this hospital room.
"Are you listening over there?" The doctor asked.
Shego nodded.
"What's with the blindfold?" Karrie asked.
"The mind control device is beginning to work without the catsuit," Doctor Zephyrus explained. "Doctor Drakken doesn't exactly know why but DNAmy had a decent idea. If she can't see us, the device can't tell Global Justice officials from Doctors, or you, from you know who."
"Her senses of smell and taste are impaired due to the intubation, and well the device wouldn't dare give us a reason to cut off the one thing we left her." Doctor Zephyrus concluded. "But if it gets any smart idea's we'll snatch that away too and stick you in a hyperbaric chamber, although we might have to put you in one of those anyway."
"What does it do?" Karrie asked. She felt movement on the bed beside her and took Shego's grasping hand in her own.
"It's provides her cell's with an abundance of oxygen, helping cells become more efficient. Better cellular function increases cell repair and bam the crazy cellular healing added on to her already crazy healing should help pick up the slack while boosting her immune system."
"Will I need to sign anything?" Karrie asked.
Doctor Zephyrus shook her head.
"Your baby girls a fugitive," She replied. "I can poke and prod without written consent."
Shego didn't like the sound of that but resisted against trying to fight her way out. She was physically up to par. She still couldn't remember what the hell had happened.
"Stop doing that," She heard her mother tell her. "You'll just give yourself a headache."
"There is a note pad and a pencil on the end table. She doesn't need to see to write." Doctor Zephyrus told Karrie.
Kim Possible stood looking through a two way mirror as Global Justice officials interrogated Drakken again. She was starting to become annoyed. They were wasting time with this idiot who obviously didn't complete know how his own invention worked. The raven haired girl was tethered down like a rabid animal because she could control herself.
"This is such bullshit," Kim mumbled. "He's going to keep playing stupid so he can keep up his games."
"Well we can't just go in and beat the crap out of the guy," Doctor Director told Kim. She wasn't any happier about the situation then Kim was.
"Why not?" Kim asked suddenly, fists clenched. If no one else was going to step up to the plate she'd be more than willing to make the blue idiot soil his pants to get the information out of him. "Give me ten minutes."
"I said 'we' if someone who wasn't GJ happened to slip in during a guard change well; I'd have no control over that."
"You're terrible," Kim told the brunette. "You'd really give me ten minutes?"
"This tactic obviously isn't working," Director responded. "As long as you don't kill him…"
Kim smirked and Betty wondered if she was doing the right thing. Her boys in the back room, as she called her scientists were busy looking for a solution to Shego's problem but up until now they couldn't get close enough to her to check out any of their theories.
The officer who was interrogating Drakken stopped his question mid sentence as his pager went off. Kim looked toward Director as her own beeper went off.
The high ranking officer made her way over to the phone on the wall by the exit. She picked it up and dialed the extension shown on the screen.
"Moving her where?" Doctor Director asked the moment the phone was answered. "Well when did she wake up again?"
Kim stiffened; the raven haired girl had only woken up coherently a hand full of times over the last few weeks.
"I'm giving you the green light but if she gives you any more problems put her under," Director said. "I'm not joking, I refuse to put the lives of my men in danger because you guys can't keep a seventeen year old strapped down to a hospital bed."
Kim turned her attention back to the room. Only Drakken remained rambling about stupid agents and their prying into his plans.
"Here's your chance," Betty told her. She'd just hung up the phone with Doctor Zephyrus. "Everyone on duty's been called to baby-sit."
Kim nodded and Betty Director left her alone. She stood there watching the blue megalomaniac. Anger welled somewhere deep inside of her. The redhead stood debating her future actions. She knew she wasn't the type of person who would typically do something like this but this was a desperate time for her and these called for desperate measures.
Kim used the door than Betty Director had used and exited the room. The door to the interrogation room was clear of guards. The only thing there security wise were the camera's that monitored the door.
Kim pressed her hand to the keypad and was granted entrance to the room. The automatic door to the room opened up and Drakken turned his attention to her. He gulped audibly and averted her gaze. The predatory like star she bombarded him with was enough to make him sweat nervously. She didn't say anything to him for a long time. Instead she bore holes into the back of his head.
All but the rise and fall of his chest was still. He could feel her presence behind him decrease in distance; eventually her soft breath warmed a spot on the back of his neck.
"I already told them I don't know…"
"Shut up," Kim told him her voice low and dangerous. She forcefully stuck him in the back of the head. He cowered lightly whining about how she wasn't allowed to hit him. She rolled her eyes this was pathetic.
"This is against the law," He told her.
The laugh that erupted from her throat scared him more than anything he'd ever encountered. The redhead girl clutched her stomach as she doubled over in pain. Did Drakken, a man who consistently broke the law whenever he got the chance, was expecting her to obey it.
Her laughter was cut short as she reached out and grasped the back of his hair pulling him backward. The metal chair leaned back and he tumbled backward. Kim rip on his hair remained firm as she proceeded to drag him from his chair.
"You're going to tell me what I want to know," Kim told him. She walked over and stood before him, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "Or your questions about the afterlife will all be answered."