Dedicated to Reyelene, who gave me reviews on How Time Flies and my multi-chapter story, The Adventures of Olivia, Fidget, and Toby.
Basically, Fidget has his way in the end after being thrown off, although if Ratigan saw this, he would've been outraged by how Fidget would've done to achieve that, meaning it takes place after the fall and before TheGreat Mouse Detective comic story, The Sideshow Sea Beast when he starts doing cases with Olivia. Dearest friends, ladies, and gentlemen, let me be good to you on this, but if you want, please feel free to drop in a supportive review. Thanks! Behold Fidget's new beginning of a better life…
Hereafter Fidget had recovered from the fall the night he was thrown overboard by his own boss, who betrayed his trust in him, his wing healed in a strange way, but Fidget decided to make a move for the hospital just in case his wing got any worse. It was better safe than sorry.
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In the hospital, Fidget was given a sheet of paper to sign on a clipboard by a receptionist. He grabbed hold of the clipboard with forms that needed filling and took his time filling it in. Likewise, Fidget was old enough to sign papers because one could guess he must've been over eighteen. When finished, he returned it to the receptionist, sat back down in his chair, and waited.
Within the next moment or two, a male doctor called his name and just in time, too, Fidget followed him and hadn't spoken a word on the way. His doctors and nurses brought him into a room. "So, how are you doing, son?" one of his doctors asked as Fidget sat on the hospital bed.
"I'm okay, I guess," Fidget replied and giggled inside at the thought of one of his doctor's nickname for him, "And my name's Fidget."
"I know, you're not my son and it's not your name, either," the same doctor continued, "It's just an expression just to be polite to young lads like you."
The bat couldn't help but smile at the doctor's kind speech.
"So, what are you here for?" the same doctor asked, "I mean, what can we do for you?"
Fidget scrutinized his crippled wing showed it to his doctors and nurses. "Well, tonight when my ex-boss, Ratigan threw me overboard and I survived the fall in the Thames, my wing healed in an odd sort of way," Fidget confessed, "Do you think you can look at it or do something about it?"
One of his doctors carefully examined his wing. "You're right, boy. We'll just have to adjust it."
"Could you do us a favor?" one female nurse asked steadily.
"What can I do?" Fidget asked, "I don't understand." He explained all the details about his days of working for Ratigan, which were now over. He had to.
"We understand how you feel," the same nurse returned sincerely, "We're honest and that's why we're here to take care of patients like yourself."
Fidget let out a sigh of contentment.
"Lie down," one doctor ordered gently, "We'll get some other doctors on the way."
That doctor and nurse seem very nice compared to Ratigan, Fidget thought, So, I might as well just lie down and relax and I'll be fine. He slowly breathed in and out and lied down.
"That's a good boy," the same doctor said.
Good boy, did that doctor say? After all, Fidget worked for the most wanted crime lord in London. Even now, he felt a great pang of remorse.
As soon as the nurse and doctor reappeared with more doctors and nurses, one of the doctors said, "What we're going to do is, put you to sleep."
"Are you ready, Fidget?" one nurse asked.
Fidget nodded and closed his eyes.
"Alright, he's ready," the same nurse returned.
"One, two, three," his doctors and nurses counted and sedated the bat in an instant.
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"Fidget, wake up," one of his nurses said softly.
Fidget's eyes blinked as he awoke. "Huh?" he said, half asleep.
"Well, young man, your wing is as good as new," one of his doctors said.
Fidget studied his fixed wing and he looked very pleased with it. "Thanks, I can fly again," he murmured.
The doctor nodded with a grin.
"Would you like something to drink before you start heading out?" one nurse asked, "Hot chocolate, maybe?"
Fidget nodded.
"Would you like marshmallows in yours?"
"Yeah, thanks," Fidget replied.
"Okay then. I'll be back."
"Sounds like you're getting rewarded with a treat," the doctor said, sitting next to him.
Minutes later, a nurse returned to the room with a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows inside it on a tray. "Here you go, enjoy," she said.
Fidget was more than glad to pick up the hot chocolate that stood right before him and drank it with great pleasure.
"When you're finished, you can leave whenever you feel ready," she told him.
"Thank you for the drink," Fidget said.
With his drink consumed, he waited for his tummy to settle before going back out there because his hot chocolate was rich in flavor.
Refreshed, he finally said, "I think I'm ready to go and thanks for everything."
"You are free to go," the doctor said, "You've also been a great help. If it weren't for you, you wing would never have been fixed."
Fidget leapt up and gave each doctor and nurse a hug. The doctor and nurse returned the favor.
"Take care and stay out of trouble!" the doctors and nurses called from behind.
"I will!" Fidget answered and the fueled-up bat trudged onward to Ratigan's Palace in old London. In there, he draped himself with blankets as he started to write each person who he kidnapped a letter because he began to feel guilty about what he'd done to them. The people who Fidget kidnapped for Ratigan were as followed: Mr. Flaversham, then his daughter, Olivia, Basil of Baker Street and Dr. Dawson (both at the same time), and last but not least, the Queen Mousetoria. In Fidget's letter, he wrote:
Dear friends of all Mousedom,
I would like to say I'm sorry for capturing you: Basil, Basil's partner, Flavershams, and your majesty, Queen Mousetoria. I didn't choose my former boss, Ratigan, but I didn't know where else to go, but to him. He wanted me to do it so that I don't get eaten by his pet cat, Felicia. I promise I won't do that to you again. As of right now, I need a shelter that's much safer from the sewer.
Sincerely,
Fidget the Bat
After that informative letter was written and done with, the newly reformed bat made three copies of the notes in the copy machine after intently proofreading his message for the umpteenth time, so all his new friends can read them. Fidget made one for of the Flavershams, both Basil and Dawson, and one for Queen Mousetoria. Finally, while Ratigan was asleep in his bed as Fidget least expected, the incredulous bat shuddered in both fear and anger and quietly, but swiftly snuck out of his former house with his all his money in order for him to rent a house to live with his newfound friends and began slipping letters underneath the doors.
Afterword, Fidget found a boot, a place he could sleep in for the night for he was extremely sleepy and it was the only place he could find away from that forsaken sewer. Fortunately for him, he wasn't cold because he was toasty warm with a blanket wrapped around his snug body since there was no place inside that thing to hang by his feet.
To be continued…
AN: I apologize that this chapter is very short, but worth it. The next chapter will be a bit longer, I promise you.
*As for the copy machine, there may have been one in the early 1900's and not too many people would think Fidget would know how to use one, not even I did–I just came up with that idea in my head.
*The hospital scene where the doctors and nurses sedated Fidget, it is possible that they injected him with a needle before his surgery. Then he dreamed and snored. It was no different from when he snored during regular sleep.
*With reference to the boot in the street, it was the same one Olivia was sobbing in as she waited for someone sympathetic and understanding who would help her retrieve her father.
*Indeed, though Fidget couldn't fly as well as he used to, he was clever and steadfast enough to rise to the surface okay. On top of that, his fall wasn't as painful as he or viewers anticipated. Even certain people believe that his fall wasn't all that bad.
*A lot of people believe Fidget reached land right away in all the while he was regaining consciousness.