Once Mr. Gray was taken into custody, Kim was brought to the police station to face a board of inquiry. Since she had been working with the Middleton PD, she needed to follow their rules of engagement, and the fact that she had broken Mr. Gray's nose raised some concern. Detective Miller, however, backed her up. He noted that the suspect had pulled a knife on Kim, and his body cam footage confirmed that. Since he was threatening her with a deadly weapon, she had considerable leeway in using force, especially since the encounter happened in a school. Moreover, as another officer deadpanned, anyone foolish enough to pull a knife on Kim Possible was lucky to escape with just a broken nose. In the end, Kim's use of force was ruled justified and the matter was closed.
As the board of inquiry was wrapping up, Detective Miller's phone rang. He answered it, and his face turned grim. "Yes, I see. I'll bring her over right away." He turned to Kim. "That was the hospital. The doctors have finished examining your brothers, and—well, I should probably let your parents fill you in."
Kim's eyes widened. It was obvious that this was bad, and the fact that the detective wasn't telling her the specifics was incredibly unnerving. After all, she already knew that her brothers had been raped—she had even SEEN it herself on Mr. Gray's phone—so how much worse could this piece of news be? And how much more would her brothers have to suffer because of what that horrible Mr. Gray had done to them? She would soon find out.
The ride to the hospital was silent, as Kim anxiously wondered what had happened. Once Detective Miller dropped her off, she hurried into the lobby, and found her parents in a waiting area. Ann was sobbing hysterically, and James, while quieter, was crying as well. This was a really bad sign.
"Mom? Dad? What's going on?"
The two of them looked up at their daughter, and seemed to make an effort to stop crying for her sake. "Honey, come sit down," her father said quietly. "We need to tell you about what the doctors found."
Kim, growing more anxious by the second, went over to them and sat down. James took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "Kimmie, Mr. Gray hurt your brothers' private areas very badly. They were hit, scratched, bitten—"
Kim's jaw dropped. "He bit them there?"
James nodded sadly. "It was so bad that they both have serious damage to their testicles. The doctors—they don't think Jim and Tim are going to be able to father children after this."
Kim felt like she had been punched in the stomach. Her brothers could never be dads? She would never get to be an auntie? All because of what Mr. Gray had done to them? No. That couldn't be true. There must have been some mistake. And anything was possible for a Possible, right? Surely Jim and Tim were going to be okay—
And Kim completely broke down in tears. She knew that she was lying to herself. The pain in her parents' eyes was all the proof she needed that this awful news was true. "How-how could th-this happen to them?" she managed to blubber. "Th-they're just kids!"
Both Drs. Possible were openly crying again. "K-Kim," her father said through his tears, "we-we live in an imperfect w-world and life isn't fair. Th-that's the only answer I have."
All three Possibles needed a few minutes to let themselves cry, and when they were done Kim looked at her parents worriedly. "Did—did they find anything else?"
Ann took a deep breath. "Well, they have anal injuries from what happened, although it's not quite as severe as what your father mentioned. And the boys did at least test negative for sexually transmitted infections. The doctors said that wasn't surprising. Since that—that—son of a bitch prefers young kids, he probably never had a partner who could infect him with something." Her eyes flashed with hatred for the man who had hurt her baby boys. "But the worst damage is emotional. Jim and Tim went through something more horrible than most people can imagine, and they've been deeply traumatized by that experience."
"There's simply no quick fix for that trauma. The hospital psychologist said that she's counseled sexual assault victims who are still hurting five, ten, fifteen years after the attack," James said. "But she also said that Jim and Tim do have one big advantage that most victims don't."
"What's that?" Kim asked.
Ann smiled at her daughter. "Our family. For so many of these victims, the family is part of the problem. They blame the victim, or are even the perpetrators. But Jim and Tim are from a healthy home environment and are getting lots of love and support. Particularly from their big sister."
James was smiling as well. "Kimmie-cub, your mother and I couldn't be prouder of what you've already done for the boys. They told us about the talk you had with them last night, and how you helped them understand it wasn't their fault. It meant a lot to them that you were there when they needed help, and they even said spending the night in your room made them feel safe. That kind of support is exactly what they need to work through this."
Almost on cue, Kim's cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, she saw it was Ron. Not really a surprise. She hadn't been in school today, and he hadn't known why. Of course he wanted to find out what was going on.
In any other situation, Ron would have been the first person Kim went to with a bad situation in her life. But now, she was hesitant. This wasn't her story to tell, after all. Jim and Tim deserved as much privacy as they could manage, and it needed to be up to them who knew about this. Of course, she trusted Ron completely, but it wasn't her opinion that mattered. It was theirs.
Kim looked at her parents. "It's Ron. Do you think—"
"Kimmie, you can tell him," Ann assured her. "The boys figured he would find out, and it's okay with them. They said he's like their brother. But just him and Wade, okay?"
Kim nodded gratefully and answered the phone. "Ron, I—
"KP!" an overly enthusiastic Ron exclaimed. "Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you and—"
"Ron." Kim was now fighting back tears as the events of the past day came flooding back. Ron, sensing the pain in her voice, immediately turned serious. "KP, is—is something wrong?"
"Ron, I need you to come to the hospital. There's a sitch I need to fill you in on. A really, really bad sitch."
