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My vision cleared, revealing none other than that of the elusive Shego. How she managed to dodge the tangle of vines without causing me harm amazes me to this day and at the time, I was incapable of processing complex thought aside from staring at her in mute shock.

I thought she’d left me there to rot, yet there she was, her face drawn in obvious concern. She drew tentatively closer, doing her best not to touch anything attached to my body, which I gather to be quite a feat for even one as lithe and agile as her self.

She crouched carefully in front of me and placed her fingertips lightly upon my face.

I flinched at the contact, pain like lighting radiating from the veined roots buried just beneath the superficial layer of my skin. She whispered an apology then gently cradled my stubbled chin, carefully maneuvering my face a little higher so that I could see her better.

Immediately my eyes were drawn to the unmistakable glimmer of tears lining her face. My jaw slackened and I attempted to speak but my tongue felt swollen and dry like cotton. I coughed, hissing my displeasure as the involuntary vibrations within my chest stirred the masses of acutely sensitive vines.

I started to speak, "She...HK-KAFF!!" and was silenced with a finger over my lips. ‘You came back,’ I thought, wishing that she could hear me.

"Shhhh, save your strength, here,” she replied softly, producing a tray of several tall mugs she’d brought with her.

When the coughing fit ebbed she hurriedly pressed the edge of a cup to my lips and ordered me to drink.

Like a man possessed, I obeyed, simply because the autonomic desire to quench my raging thirst was too strong and detrimental to my health to resist. I couldn't have denied it even if I wanted to and in faith renewed the desire to live surged within me once again.

I never thought that chicken broth and water of all things could taste as delicious to me as it did then. Shego was remarkably patient, taking her time to nourish me, reminding me that if I drank too quickly I’d make myself ill. To reassure me that I wouldn’t, she intentionally held back to allow my stomach to settle before permitting me to hungrily reclaim the edge of the mug.

based on my Role Play/story "Integration"

Freakazoid © Warner Bros & Stephen Spielberg, John McCann, Paul Rugg, and all the staff of dreamworks

Integration © Me and

Drakken, Shego © Disney

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My vision cleared, revealing none other than that of the elusive Shego. How she managed to dodge the tangle of vines without causing me harm amazes me to this day and at the time, I was incapable of processing complex thought aside from staring at her in mute shock.

I thought she’d left me there to rot, yet there she was, her face drawn in obvious concern. She drew tentatively closer, doing her best not to touch anything attached to my body, which I gather to be quite a feat for even one as lithe and agile as her self.

She crouched carefully in front of me and placed her fingertips lightly upon my face.

I flinched at the contact, pain like lighting radiating from the veined roots buried just beneath the superficial layer of my skin. She whispered an apology then gently cradled my stubbled chin, carefully maneuvering my face a little higher so that I could see her better.

Immediately my eyes were drawn to the unmistakable glimmer of tears lining her face. My jaw slackened and I attempted to speak but my tongue felt swollen and dry like cotton. I coughed, hissing my displeasure as the involuntary vibrations within my chest stirred the masses of acutely sensitive vines.

I started to speak, "She...HK-KAFF!!" and was silenced with a finger over my lips. ‘You came back,’ I thought, wishing that she could hear me.

"Shhhh, save your strength, here,” she replied softly, producing a tray of several tall mugs she’d brought with her.

When the coughing fit ebbed she hurriedly pressed the edge of a cup to my lips and ordered me to drink.

Like a man possessed, I obeyed, simply because the autonomic desire to quench my raging thirst was too strong and detrimental to my health to resist. I couldn't have denied it even if I wanted to and in faith renewed the desire to live surged within me once again.

I never thought that chicken broth and water of all things could taste as delicious to me as it did then. Shego was remarkably patient, taking her time to nourish me, reminding me that if I drank too quickly I’d make myself ill. To reassure me that I wouldn’t, she intentionally held back to allow my stomach to settle before permitting me to hungrily reclaim the edge of the mug.

based on my Role Play/story "Integration"

Freakazoid © Warner Bros & Stephen Spielberg, John McCann, Paul Rugg, and all the staff of dreamworks

Integration © Me and

Drakken, Shego © Disney