Kim Possible Porn Story: So the Trauma Chapter 2
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Didn’t See that Coming
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
The problem was that in the morning Shego did not have her memory back. Drakken had moved out from the old lair, but kept his old quarters for the occasional nights where he worked with manic energy until he dropped from exhaustion in the early morning hours. He stayed at the lab that night in case Shego needed him.
He put his ear to her door when he woke up and heard a radio playing. He knocked.
“Who is it?” she called.
“Me. Are you okay?”
“No.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
She seemed even more frightened than she had the day before. “I’m listening to the news What did they do to me? What happened? Am I hallucinating? Have I been in suspended animation?”
He knelt at the side of her bed and took her hand. “You were in an accident, suffered a bad concussion. Apparently you’re suffering from amnesia. The doctor told me it’s–“
“You talked with a doctor about me,” she said in a bitter tone. “You lied to me.”
“I talked with the doctor while you were in the hospital,” he lied, “it was a concern she had about you.”
“She Dr. Possible?”
“Yes, she’s a brain surgeon.”
“You let Kim’s mother work on my head? No wonder my brain is all fucked up!”
“Please, Shego, try to calm down. She’s a wonderful doctor, head of the neurological department. The best in Middleton.”
“Was it one your accidents that put me in the hospital?” she asked in a threatening tone.
“No, it wasn’t. And I think I should take you back to the hospital.”
“No way! I don’t know why they didn’t have any police watching my room yesterday, but I was damn lucky to escape. I’m not going back there.”
“The police aren’t looking for you.”
“Why?”
“Because they know where you are.”
“Huh? You sold me out?”
Shego was becoming more agitated, and it frightened Drakken, “No, I didn’t mean here specifically. They know in general. You’re on probation.”
She seemed lost, “I’m on probation? They’re not looking to arrest me?”
“No, they’re not.”
She stared at him, “What about you.”
“What about me?”
“I mean, what about you?”
“I’m not suffering from amnesia.”
“Are the police looking for you?”
“Of course not. I’m a respected businessman.”
“Are you on probation?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I meant yes, yes I am on probation.”
“What the hell is going on? Did you get some kind of pardon for turning me in?”
“No! I didn’t turn you in.”
“Then what in the hell is going on with you?”
He mumbled something she couldn’t understand.
“Say that again, louder,” she demanded.
He looked annoyed, but answered, “I was ruled mentally incompetent to stand trial. I was in the Innsmouth Institute for months, court orders to keep taking my meds.”
Shego chuckled slightly, “God, I don’t remember any of this. Maybe I am hallucinating.”
“It’s real. Please, let me take you back to the hospital.”
She hesitated, fearing a trap. “Can I just stay here?”
“You could, but I think you need to see the doctor.”
“I can go in, and no one will try and arrest me?”
“No one will try to arrest you.”
“You’ll come with me?”
“Of course, if you want.”
Drakken sat in the office chair as Dr. Possible talked with Shego. “The headache is better today?’
“Much, I thought it was going to kill me yesterday.”
“The pain pill I gave you didn’t help?”
“I, uh, didn’t take it.”
“You what!”
“I, ah, palmed it Sorry, Dr. Possible, but–“
“And will you please call me Anne?”
“So, like, I know you?”
“For years.”
“Why don’t I remember any of that?”
“It would appear you are suffering from post-traumatic retrograde amnesia. I’ll take you down for a special MRI known as diffusion-weighted imaging. If it shows abnormalities in the hippocampus you’re probably suffering from transient global amnesia.”
“Is that bad?”
“That would be good. It would mean you should make a complete recovery fairly quickly.”
“And by quickly you mean”
“I mean, if that is the problem the majority of people recover in a day.”
“It’s already been more than a day.”
“Maybe you’ll be over it tomorrow. Maybe it will take a few more days. But you should be fine soon.”
“And I’m free to go back with Drakken when you’ve done my head pictures?”
“I think you should stay in the hospital for another day at least. It’s the best place for you until we know for certain what the problem is.”
“I don’t want that stupid hospital gown.”
“How about a compromise. You put on a gown for the MRI, and we’ll find something better for you to wear while you’re here?”
Shego lay still on the table while the technicians worked on the magnetic resonance imaging. It seemed odd that Dr. Possible stayed with her throughout the procedure; she thought doctors tried to spend as little time as humanly possible with their patients. And she wondered how in the hell she knew Anne Possible.
“Let the nurse take you back to your room,” Anne suggested to Shego at the end of the MRI. “I want to look the results over very carefully. I should be in to talk with you in an hour or so.”
Shego lay in bed, trying to find anything on television worth watching, when Kim walked into the room, carrying a small bag.
Kim grinned, “How you feeling?”
“Like shit. You here to gloat?”
Kim looked puzzled, “Gloat? Why would I do that?”
“Making fun of me because I can’t remember what’s going on.”
“No, I–“
“I don’t remember much, Possible,” Shego growled, “but I remember I hate you.”
Shego expected a mocking or sarcastic comment of some kind from Kim. Instead the younger woman started crying, dropped the bag, and fled the room. Shego stared in amazement as Kim disappeared down the hall. “What in the hell just happened?” Shego asked herself.