Kim Possible Porn Story: Less Than 1000 Chapter 12

I seem to make most of my “Less than 1000” stories death fics. Im sorry about that, but the end of this may surprise a few of you. Others, it may not.

Disclaimer (again): I do not own or have any legal connection with any of the characters involved therein.

A Mothers Decision

I had warned both to be careful, and of course they said they would, yet that didnt make me worry any less. After all, I am their mother, and a Mothers number one job is to worry.

Jim and Tim had been working late into the night with their new-found friend Ron Reager in an attempt to control the Lowardian technology. They had found a power source of some kind in one of the giant walker-bots, and they were trying to control the energy output with a software program written by Ron.

Jim and Tim found out the hard way why Rons Software programs never received anymore than second place in competitions. As soon as they turned it on, the lab at the Space Center was severely damaged in the blink of an eye, and all three of them were gravely injured.

Ron passed away during the ambulance trip, and I was called to the emergency room right away. All I was told was that there were two critically injured patients arriving, and when I saw the two stretchers being rolled in had my sons strapped to them, I fainted.

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Both Kimmie and James were called to the hospital as well, and Ron, of course, was right at Kims side. When I regained consciousness, they were all around me showing their shared concern and love. I was deeply touched, and then I said the absolutely worse thing ever.

“I only wish the twins were here.”

At the mentioning of those 7 words, hugs came from all around me, and tears were flowing as freely as the Colorado River. Words of encouragement were abound such as “They will pull through it” and “Theyre tough, Theyre Possibles”. Some of the sentiments helped, yet others didnt.

While we were all huddled together, a knock came on the door, and a young nurse entered. I absently thought to myself, Was I ever that young?

“Mrs. Possible” She said with an almost sad face, “The doctors have an important question for you.”

“Let them in.” I said, and the young nurse looked at the rest of my family questioningly. “Whatever they have to say or ask, this is about family. And everyone here is also part of my family, so they deserve to be here.”

The nurse nodded her head and left the room. It took only a few seconds for the two doctors who had been working on my sons to walk through the door, and each of them had a grim expression on their face.

“Well Doctors,” I asked with a sad face, “How bad are they?”

“Jim has a punctured heart, and needs a replacement immediately to survive.” One said.

“Tim has lost a large amount of blood and needs a transfusion immediately, or he will die as well.” The other said.

My eyes shut tightly, causing more tears to fall uncontrollably. Both of my sons were dying. BOTH of them! I could feel the hearts of everyone in the room fall at the same time, as they all new what the next question was going to be, as well as I.

“I think you know the situation Mrs. Possible,” The one doctor said, “And we really, really need guidance. We know you are aware that your sons have a very rare blood and tissue type, and it would take too long to wait for donors. We also know that you are aware that what one son needs, the other has.”

The other doctor then continued. “One son can save the others life Mrs. Possible, or both may die. In essence, we are asking a question that should never be asked of a parent. Which one of your children shall live, while the other” He didnt finish the question, as it wasnt even needed.

My whole body was shaking, yet somehow I was able to speak. “Can can I talk about this with my f family first?”

“Again, we are so sorry Mrs. Possible. But the decision needs to be made immediately. Both of your sons are lying in the emergency room dying. If we wait any longer, you will lose both.”

I looked at everyone and I mean everyone in the room, looking for any kind of guidance. But what I saw was something else. Everyone was regarding me with a look of understanding, love, and a look of confidence. They were all saying with out speaking that they trusted my judgement. They would back me with whatever decision I made, but Damnit, I didnt want to have to make this decision. Like the doctors said, a parent should never have to answer this question but here it was.

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I made my decision, and now I sit here at the side of my sons bed, waiting for him to wake up. I would have to tell him what happened, and why his brother was not there with him. I didnt want anyone else there when he woke up, as I was the one who had made that final decision. I would have to explain to him why I did what I did.

While sitting there with my head down in contemplative silence, I continued to hold his small hand, almost willing for him to wake up, yet not to wake up, as I still had to tell him where his brother was. Suddenly his fingers move, and my head shoots up to see his eyes fluttering open. I force a smile onto my face, and I say “Hey there slugger how are you feeling?”

“M Mom?” He looked at me with eyes that I immediately recognized, yet they seemed different. My son wasnt quite the same, yet I knew it was him. He smiled at me with an almost knowing smile, and I knew immediately that my sons, both of them, were actually alive and well.

Strong arms enveloped me in a hug and I heard his voice say, “We love you Mom.”

The end

Yeah, I tried to get into Anne Possibles head in this story, and I hope I did. Oh, and BTW? Without any of the A/N, the title, and the “The End”, the story itself is exactly 1000 words. (At least according to Microsoft Word)