Archie lay back upon his hospital bed wishing he was home. He wanted to be with Lily and Mary and Collin and Grace. Neville came into his room.

"How are we feeling," Neville asked looking him over.

"We? I don't know how you are feeling but my lungs feel like they're on fire."

Neville nodded.

"You have something called an embolism," he explained, "A peace of fat from your bottom breaks off and travels to your lungs. That's why you collapsed and that's why you were having a hard time breathing."

"Is there anything that can be done?" Archie asked.

He was afraid he was going to die

"We're going to have to operate immediately," Neville said, "It will take awhile for you to recover."

"Do what you have to do," Archibald said firmly, "But get me back to my wife and children."

"But what happened to him," Lily asked.

"He has something called an embolism," Neville explained, "We operated on him and got it but now he has to recover."

"Okay," Lily said, "What is an embolism?"

"It's where a person has a piece of fat broke off from their bottom and travel to the lungs. It makes it hard for them to breathe and they could easily die if not gotten to on time. Archie will have to spend at least a month in the hospital. He needs to be monitored. We may need to administer more treatment if need be."

All of this was a lot for Lily to take in.

"Can we visit him," she asked.

"Well," Neville said, "You're not supposed to but I can make an exception. Of course you can visit him. The twins and Mary though cannot. They are too little—well maybe Mary can but the twins are too little."