Chapter 5
(Middleton Hospital)
(Kim’s pov)
Moaning in protest I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times to adjust to the light. I looked around the room dazed and confused, ‘What woke me up?’ Suddenly I felt the kimmunicator in my pant pocket vibrate. Quickly snatching it out, I turned it on and greeted Wade.
“There’s an apartment building on fire not too far from where you are Kim. Apparently there’s a kid still stuck inside, and the firemen are having a hard time getting her out. They need your help right away Kim.”
‘Shit!’ I mentally cursed at my luck. Here I was peacefully sleeping since I hadn’t had any sleep in god knows how long, and what do you know…a mission pops up. But unlike some of the other small missions I’ve turned down, this one’s too important. A child’s life is at stake.
“I’m on my way Wade, but what about Ron?” I said.
“Oh. He should be-” Wade’s reply was cut short by Ron’s sudden presence in the room.
“KP we have a mission! A 911 on our hands! We have to go… now!”
I chuckled at Ron’s panicked state and nodded. I grabbed my book bag and said my goodbye to Wade then followed Ron out of Shego’s room, but not before saying a quick ‘see-you-later’ to the dark haired thief on the bed.
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(Shego’s pov)
After I fell into the pit of bright light, I shut my eyes tightly thinking that it would blind me if I kept them open. I cracked one eye open to take a small peek and I was greeted by a white painted ceiling and a spinning blade from an electric fan. With half lidded eyes, I tried sitting up. I groaned slightly at the soreness of my body, and the awful throbbing in my head so I rested my back against the pillows.
“W-where am I?”
My hand quickly went up to my throat as I gently rubbed it. My mouth felt dry, and my throat felt like someone stuffed it up with sands. ‘I need water,’ was the first thought that popped into my head.
Looking around, I noticed a paper cup and a container of water on the bedside table. Tiredly, I poured myself a drink. I let the water touch my lips and let the cool liquid slid down my throat before I sighed contently. After about five cups of water I felt satisfied and It was then that I actually started to take a good look of my surroundings. I’m in an all white room with a small table and couple of blue cushioned chairs. ‘Where the hell am I? And what the hell am I wearing?’ I looked down at the faded green gown while feeling the cheap material of it. The next thing I noticed was the IV that was hooked up to me. ‘All right then, if there’s an IV tube, the room is white, and I’m wearing a really ugly gown, then I must be in a hospital, but, why?’
I slowly began to pull off the IV tube that was connected to my hand. You’d probably think I’m insane to take this thing out and not ask a doctor, but right now I don’t need a doctor because I know perfectly well how to take this damn thing off. Once that was done, I decided to get out of here, for I truly dislike hospitals. Don’t know why, something about it just irks me.
Obviously I’ve been in this bed for a long time because I couldn’t walk or even stand straight, as a matter of fact, if anyone was watching they’d probably think I’m drunk.
Amazingly, I was able to get to the locker by the room door without hurting myself. I opened the locker and spotted my trademark jumpsuit hanging on one of the hooks. I smiled happily and sighed in relief to know I had something else to wear, because there was no way in hell I’m walking out in public with this thing on.
With my body sore and head aching, it took a while for me to get changed but once that zipper was pulled up I felt my strength returned, aside from that I found out my suit wasn’t exactly skin tight anymore. ‘Damn hospitals!’ I sighed ‘… now I have to train to get my body back.’ I decided that the smart thing to do is to stretch out my weakened limbs and get some blood flowing in them.
Ten minutes passed and I felt almost back to normal. Glancing around the room one last time, I checked to see if anything else belongs to me. My eyes traveled to the windowsill and stared at the vase of red roses. I sucked in some air at the beauty of them and wondered who could have possibly given them to me. Obviously, it can’t be Drakken. He’s too stupid and dense to think of such thing. I saw him more as a card type of guy than a flower type one. But then who else would do that?
Shrugging my shoulders, I grabbed the vase, walked out of the room, and headed towards the elevator. I exited the building and finally felt free as a bird.
I grinned stupidly.
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(Kim’s pov)
“Hey what’s the problem?” I called out to one of the firemen.
“Kim Possible! Thank God you’re here. Some of our men are having trouble getting to the fourth floor where the kid is.” The fireman informed me.
“Alright no problem,” I said to the fireman and then turned my attention to Ron “Ron you stay out here, it’s too dangerous… and no buts!” I noticed Ron opening his mouth to protest, but shut it when I glared at him. The fireman I was talking to gave me an oxygen mask. He also wanted to give me a suit but I told him there was no time and that I’d be ok.
With the oxygen mask on, I ran in without any second thoughts. The first thing I noticed was how hot it was. It felt like I was walking on the sun, or was getting baked in an oven. On the second floor, I found three firemen who were sent in for the rescue.
It looks to me that the staircase leading to the third floor had already crumbled. The gap between was a good seven feet in length. For a cheerleader like me this wasn’t a problem, so I stepped back and started out in a run, and then I leaped into the air performing a triple summersault then landed safely on the other side. Giving the firemen the okay sign, I made my way to the fourth floor. Now for the hardest part: I had to search for the little girl.
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(Shego’s pov)
“Home sweet home… why the hell did I say that?” I sighed tiredly. After closing my apartment door, I headed over to my black covered couch and flopped down. I put down the vase on the coffee table and reached for the remote and turned on my 46” plasma TV.
“Good evening Middleton. This is your channel 5 news…”
As the reporter was blabbing on about politics and a bunch of other useless stuff, I made my way into the kitchen to make myself some herbal tea to help my sore body. While the kettle was boiling, I walked over to the bathroom down the hall and filled the tub with lukewarm water while adding a little bit of scented oil.
“Now for Breaking News, Teen hero Kim Possible jumped right into a burning building to save the life of five-year-old Victoria Carton, who is still trap inside. We will now go live at downtown Middleton for more information. John how are things over there?”
“Well Rebecca, it’s not so good. According to bystanders, Kim Possible has yet to come out of the apartment building. She’s been in there for over ten minute and the firefighters are trying to help, but the flames grew to a dangerous height that they can’t get through. So now our only option is to put the fire out and hope that Kim Possible makes it out safely with Victoria before the fire gets worst.”
Upon hearing the news, I quickly changed into a new suit and ran out the door but not before turning off the stove. Getting into my car, I started her up and sped down the pavement towards downtown Middleton. “Hang on Kim I’m coming.”
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(Kim’s pov)
I could hear faint crying coming from a closet in one of the bedrooms after some time of looking. I opened the closet door and found the girl curled up in a corner rying. When she noticed me, she didn’t hesitate one bit in hugging me tight and with time quickly running out, I picked her up and gave her my oxygen mask. I started coughing like crazy until I got use to the smoke entering my lungs.
Heading for the stairs, I stopped at the edge as I watched what remained of the stairs that crumbled to the ground. Thinking fast, I grabbed my grappling hook and aimed at the ceiling. The best thing now was to swing from floor to floor until we reached the bottom while avoiding all the flames, I groaned in frustration before swinging over the edge.
But it seemed luck wasn’t on my side today for I was only able to make it to the third floor when the cord to my grappling hook snapped because of the flames. Now our only hope of escaping was gone. ‘This totally tanks.’
(Shego’s pov)
I arrived at the site and quickly noticed the sidekick panicking near a fire truck. Making my way over to him, I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook it. “Where’s Kim!” It was more of a demand than a question. He stared at me in shock and confusion, then shook his head and stared at me again with an even more confused look on his face.
“Shego? Weren’t you in-”
“Answer me Stoppable!” I yelled and glared at him. He gulped and pointed toward the fire-consumed building. I cursed while letting go of him and made my way to the chaos that was happening up ahead. The Firemen were too busy shouting and running around with hoses trying desperately to put the fire out for them to take notice of me.
Looking around, I found a broken window with very few flames where I could jump through. I crossed my arms in an ‘x’ formation in front of my face, leaped into the window and rolled on the floor and ended into a crouched position inside. Choking violently due to the smoke infested air, I kept one hand over my mouth and nose while I looked around.
It didn’t really help that the smoke and heat starts to burn my eyes, making it hard for me to keep them open. It kind of felt like cutting onions and your eyes got all teary, that’s exactly how I felt at that exact moment. I took careful steps as I walked forward trying to find any sign of movements. “Damn it where is she? And what the hell possessed me to save her ass anyway!”
‘Duh! Because you love her!’
My mind screamed back at me and that comment only pissed me off even more.
“Kim! If you can hear me, answer damn it…KIM!”
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(Kim’s pov)
My head snapped up from my curled position on the floor. Either it was my imagination or someone has called my name. There… I heard it again. With each shout, the voice starts getting clearer until I was able to recognize who’s voice was it, ‘No, it can’t be. She’s in a coma.’
My heart sank deep when I realized that the voice I was hearing was all in my head. I think I finally inhaled too much smoke that my mind is playing cruel tricks on me. You don’t have to go and give me false hope that Shego is awake and well and that she’s here to save me. ‘Sigh, like that’ll ever happen.’
Just then a green plasma ball flew passed me and continued upward hitting the ceiling. My eyes widened and my heart hammered inside my chest, I picked up Victoria and inched my way to where the staircase was supposed to be.
I looked down and my eyes locked with another pair of familiar green orbs, and to my surprise… I cried.