Kim Possible: A Beautiful Death

In My Head

"There ya go little buddy.." Ron said, as he easily sat his best friend down. He pulled out a drawer in the the room he stayed in, that was filled with a couple small blankets and a small roll of tissue paper for a pillow. He laid Rufus down in his temporary bed, and watched him bundle up in his quick made bed. The mole rat yawned loudly as he began to close his eyes.
"Yeah... me too, pal." Ron briefly smiled, and watched Rufus roll over to fall asleep.

He stood up from his knees, and stretched his arms above his head, now yawning as well. He was beginning to take his warm shirt off, before a very disturbing sound made him stop. It was almost a wailing sound. He stopped mid way through taking it off, and turned around to face the door. He listened again in silence.

"That's coming from Kim's room." He said to himself, now concerned. He quickly patted his shirt back down, and walked out into the hallway. He turned the corner, and saw the light to Kim's room on, but the door was open. He easily turned the corner and looked inside, to make sure she was decent before he barged inside.

"BLEK!" He then heard the sound again.

He looked around her organized room, but never saw her. That's when he realized, the light he saw in the hallway was illuminating from her bathroom. He heard her start vommiting again, now starting to feel nauseous himself. He hated the sound of someone throwing up. He choked down the upcoming throw up, and took a deep breath. Please be dressed. Please be dressed. Please be dressed. He prayed to himself, before peaking around the corner. It would have made thing that much worse if she were unclothed.

"KP..?" He curiously peaked around the corner of the bathroom, and looked inside. He saw Kim laying down on the floor, resting her arms and head on the rim of the toilet. She wouldn't even look up at him. He could tell just by the side of her head how pale she was. "Kim, you Alright?" Ron walked in, and kneeled down right beside her. I have no idea what to do in this situation. He thought to himself, trying to think of how to comfort her.

As she groaned and moaned in pain, he hesitantly brought his hand up, and starting stroking her hair. He felt her jump a little, not expecting to feel a hand on her. She finally tilted her head slightly to look at him. He wasn't going to tell her, but this was the worst he had ever seen her look in his life. The red bags under her eyes, were almost beginning to have a purple hue to the, as if they were swollen. Her face so pale, she could fall in the snow and never be found. And her hair—okay let's not get started on the hair.

His face dropped, seeing the love of his life in such a state. "I-it doesn't hurt as much as it looks.." She tried to throw a smile in, ultimately failing. She saw the worried look on his face, and didn't even try to smile anymore. "Kim... you haven't slept in days. It's starting to make you sick. Pretty soon you're going to collapse from exhaustion." He spoke, continuing to stroke her hair.

"Ron... I'm afraid to sleep... the nightmares don't stop.." Her hoarse voice said, trying to sound as normal as possible. "KP, I know you're terrified. But trust me, it really hurts me to see you like this.." He stopped, and put his hand on her cheek. "They're burnt in my head.. every time I wake up." She said, and leaned up from the toilet. "You're right, I'm absolutely terrified. But they never stop." She sighed, and reached up to flush the toilet.

She looked back at Ron, as they locked eyes. Kim opened her mouth to speak again, but froze. She felt another wave of vomit coming up, and Ron could see it on her face. She quickly turned back to the toilet, ready to let out her next load. As the toxic fluids left her body, she felt Ron grab her hair. He held it behind her head so it wouldn't get caught in the violent puke. She was in to much stomach retching pain to show it, but that made her feel safe. So safe. Having the love of her life holding her hair back.

As soon as she was done with the toxic wave, she gasped loudly for air, coughing and hacking. Weak and jittery, her hands gave out trying to her herself up. As she fell over towards Ron, he easily caught her in his wrap. He back was laying in his chest, leaving her looking up right at him. He could directly smell the puke from her mouth, but it didn't bother him—that much.

"Please Kim... come to bed.." He softly said, finally begging her. Their eyes continued to stay locked, as he slowly began to help her up. "Okay..." She calmly said in defeat. To her surprise, he then picked her feet up, and carried her bridal style. Her pale face now flushed bright red, full of emotion. He walked her out of her bathroom, back into her room. "Just lay me here.. I'll bundle up and.... what?" She stopped talking, and finally addressed him staring at her.

"Actually KP, I meant... come to bed." His shy red face spoke, avoiding eye contact with her. She looked at him with confusion, then popped her eyes open when she realized what he said. "Oh— Oh!" She finally said in realization. Her crimson face matched his, seeing in finally look back at her. He didn't even wait for her to answer, before he walked out of the room with her.

He reentered his room, and carefully sat Kim down on his bed. As he released her from his grasp, he turned around and began digging around in his torn up bag. He pulled out his classic red jersey sweater, and handed it to her. "I don't want you sleeping in those nasty clothes." He blankly told her, as he handed her the large shirt. She humbly accepted it, and began taking off her smelly, sweaty shirt. As she slipped on his sweater, she instantly felt relief. Not just warmth, but internal relief. Peaceful.

Ron calmly closed the door, and took his shirt off, now putting on the one he was going to change into previously. He walked to the other side of the bed, and sat down, back facing Kim. He swung his feet into the bed, and pulled the covers over himself and Kim. For their first time laying in bed together, they didn't feel uncomfortable. Sure, it was different. But to them, it was exactly what they needed.

They both laid facing the window, eyes still open. Ron carefully reached over and put his arm around her. She shuffled back just a tad, so she could feel his warm body completely wrapped around her.

"Ron.." She softly said, still looking at the frosted window. "Yeah?" He questioned, doing the same thing as well.

"Thank you. For everything." She softly smiled, now beginning to close her eyes. His only answer back, was a peck on the cheek. And with them settled in, the two finally began to doze off into a deep slumber.