I've had this idea back in the summer and September 2017, where Fidget gets his right wing, instead of his left wing (which was crippled before, but healed) broke and Basil and co take care of him. My inspiration is Reformation by Benny The Crazed Cartoonist. Hope you enjoy this fic.
One cool spring evening, Fidget and Olivia were catching fireflies in their jars. It was enjoyable for them to lighten up each other's spirits and it was their way of keeping their friendship alive. After a while, it was time for them to let the fireflies go and Fidget raced Olivia up the stairs. Olivia attempted to catch up to him, but he beat her to it.
Fidget arrived in Olivia's bedroom, where it was cool and beautiful. It had perfume, lavender, and a soft bed. He sniffed the perfume and the lavender and landed softly on Olivia's bed, fast asleep.
"Fidget!" Olivia shouted giddily as she finally entered her bedroom with a giggle, then stopped herself to see Fidget sleeping in her bed. She crawled into bed next to him and whispered sweetly, "Fidget."
At this, the bat started to wake up. "Huh?"
"Sorry I woke you up," Olivia apologized, "But this is a nice room, isn't it?"
"Mhm."
"You know something, Fidget?" Olivia said, changing the subject.
"Yeah?" Fidget said, astounded by her changing the topic so quickly.
"You're so silly and adorable when you sleep."
Fidget eyed Olivia with a sleepy smile. "You really think so, Livy? Thanks." He yawned, growing sleepy and went back to sleep, snoring and chuckling.
Olivia sighed. "I should tell Fidget about the appointment tomorrow morning," she said to herself. Then, she, too, nodded off next to Fidget.
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At 9 AM the next morning, Olivia woke up with a yawn. "Fidget," she cooed softly.
Fidget was still snoring and laughing in his sleep. Olivia shook him awake. "Fidget, wake up, you sleepyhead!" she giggled as she tried to wake the silly and sleepy bat up. "Silly bat."
Fidget awoke with a start. "What is it, Livy?" he asked groggily.
"We have a doctor's appointment today at 10 AM," Olivia told him. "Daddy set up an appointment for us on the phone a week ago."
"Oh, I remember that now," Fidget recalled and slowly crawled out of bed and the two went downstairs to meet her father.
"Ready for your appointment, Fidget?" asked Olivia's father.
That made Fidget gulp and cower as he lowered his ears and hid inside the cupboard Mr. Flaversham had hidden his own daughter in for her safety. Fidget was too scared to go see a doctor, thinking the doctors would hurt him, although the Flavershams, Basil, and Dawson told him several times that they wouldn't. Dawson was a doctor, who wouldn't hurt anybody, so he was a good example for Fidget.
Mr. Flaversham opened the cupboard for Fidget and brought him a glass of water.
"What are they going to do to me?" Fidget asked, sipping his water.
"They're going to give you a blood test, meaning they put the needle in your arm, taking out blood," Mr. Flaversham answered.
Fidget shrank back in terror.
"Olivia and I will be there for you," Mr. Flaversham assured him, putting a hand on Fidget's shoulder.
"And you'll get a lollipop and a sticker," Olivia added, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll hold your hand."
"We'll eat breakfast afterwards," Mr. Flaversham promised.
Their words cheered Fidget up, so he crawled out of the cupboard and stood up. When he finished his glass of water, he helped himself to more water.
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The Flavershams and Fidget waited in the receptionist area until they heard Fidget's and Olivia's names being called. The trio got up to follow the doctor to his office.
Fidget gently nudged Olivia's side and said nervously as they sat down, "You go first, Olivia." The male mouse doctor pulled Olivia's sleeve to her elbow, stuck the needle into her arm, drawing out blood. When he was done, he pulled it out and turned to Fidget, who cowered before him.
"You don't look like you want one, do you?" the doctor said, concerned about the cringing bat.
"It's okay, I'll hold your hand," Olivia said and she did.
The doctor offered Fidget his hand and finally, the bat gave in to let the doctor give him a shot. Fidget smiled at Olivia, who was holding his hand the entire time. It made him feel safe and when the doctor removed the needle from Fidget's arm, Fidget felt much better.
The doctor changed the subject. "Fidget, who stresses you out most in your life?"
"Go on, Fidget, you can say it," Olivia encouraged.
"It's not you, Livy," Fidget assured her.
"Oh, good."
"Anyway, Basil sometimes stresses me out."
Olivia, instead of getting mad, just laughed.
The doctor carried a squishy ball and gave it to Fidget. "Fidget, this is a stress ball whenever you get stressed."
"Thank you, sir."
"You have been good kids," the doctor said, back on topic and proud of their bravery. "Who wants stickers and lollipops?"
"We do!" Olivia and Fidget cheered and with pleasure, he handed them each a sticker and a lollipop.
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At Basil's, Fidget, Olivia, and Olivia's father ate waffles for breakfast. After they ate, Olivia, Mr. Flaversham, and Fidget told Basil and Dawson how their morning went. At Fidget's comment on Basil stressing him out, Basil was furious, while Olivia stifled her laughter, but he managed to shift the topic to something different. "Well, I'm impressed to hear that Fidget was brave," Basil said. "And that he had a stress ball with him."
Fidget blushed as he showed Basil his stress ball and squeezing it to make his point.
"Getting shots can be scary," Dawson pointed out. "I've dealt with patients like yourself, Fidget."
"And just remember, Dawson's a good doctor," Basil reminded him, "I'll hand you that." He winked at Fidget, who grinned sheepishly.
"I helped him remember that," Olivia stated.
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Fidget and Olivia were drawing in Basil's living room, since they had permission to use paper and used crayons for coloring.
"How are your drawings coming along?" Mr. Flaversham asked.
"Very good, Daddy," Olivia replied, "We're coloring now." Tired, she and Fidget stretched and yawned. Seeing this, Basil brought them over to bed, tucked them in, and walked out as he enjoyed the sight.