Hard as I tried, I could not think of a title for this story. Though, the title is true. It was requested by SarahSarahBoBarah97, who asked for a story about Fudge's first injury. It's based on something that happened to me when I was four (but slightly different; I'll explain at the end).

One thing you should know: Until now, Fudge has called her dads by their first names. I did that because I didn't know what she should call them. Now, after consulting an Italian dictionary and the Internet, Fudge will refer to Luigi and Guido as Papà and Babbo respectively. And most of the other residents , Fudge will call Aunt and Uncle followed by their first names. I'm changing this in my other stories as well. That'll take a while, so bear with me.

Okay. That's all my author's notes for now! Please enjoy!

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Knock, knock!

"Fudgie?" Luigi called.

"Yeah?" his four-year-old daughter responded from the other side of the door.

"Are you nearly finished?"

"Nearly!" she assured him.

Luigi sighed. He was in a hurry (he had to get the birthday card for his sister in the mail that day), but Fudge was taking a long time. He didn't feel like he could tell her to hurry up. Not only was she just four, but it had taken far too long to get her toilet trained (they couldn't exactly show her how to do it because they were all cars), so at that point, they were still encouraging her to use the toilet.

"Here I am, here I am!" Fudge shouted, flinging the door open.

"Are you finished?" Luigi asked.

"Mmhmm!" she confirmed. "You do the flush, Papà", she added. Even though Fudge could use the toilet, the one in her house made a loud noise when flushed. It scared her.

"What do you say?" Luigi prompted in a singsong voice.

"Please?"

Luigi smiled and gave her a kiss. "Okay... Have you washed your hands?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Good girl. I will do the flush and then we need to go. I have to mail this card to my sister today."

"My aunt?" Fudge questioned. The little girl always loved to hear about her family in Italy.

"Yes, your aunt." Luigi smiled and told his daughter all about his sister.

As he talked, he flushed the toilet and washed his tyres. Fudge just peered around the door nervously, her hands holding onto the door hinges, as the noise died away.

"So, are you ready to go?" the Fiat wondered. He rolled out of the bathroom and was just closing the door when...

"OWWW!" Fudge screamed. Then she started bawling.

Luigi nearly screamed himself when he realised what had happened: He hadn't known that Fudge's fingers were in the door, near the hinges. So, he accidentally slammed her fingers in the door! They were bleeding quite badly. He almost fainted at the sight of it.

"Oh, Fudgie!" he exclaimed, scooping her up, his eyes swimming with tears as well. "I am so sorry! I am so, so, so, sorry! It was an accident! I am so sorry!"

The birthday card forgotten, he raced over to Doc's clinic, hoping that the old Hudson Hornet would be there.

Luckily, he was.

"Luigi!" he exclaimed, his surprise to see the Fiat obvious. "I thought we were givin' Fudge her shot next Wednesday." Then he realised that Luigi was crying almost as hard as Fudge was. "What happened?"

"I slammed her fingers in the door!" Luigi wept. "I didn't know her hand was there! I was just flushing the toilet, so I thought she ran away! You know how the noise scares her! It was an accident! I would never-"

"Luigi!" Doc cut him off. The hysterical Italian's babbling was giving him a hoodache. "It's fine. These things happen. Right now, let me take a look at her." He scooped the girl up and spoke to her, making his gravelly voice as soothing as possible. "Are you gonna be a brave girl for me?"

Fudge nodded. She was clutching her right hand to her chest, nursing it with her left hand. Her shirt was stained with blood.

"All right..." Doc sat her down and pried her hand away from her chest. On her right hand, her middle, ring and pinkie fingers were bleeding.

"I'm gonna wash your fingers", Doc began gently, explaining everything to the girl, as he always did, to put her- and Luigi- more at ease. "And then, I'm gonna take an X-ray, just to make sure you haven't broken any bones."

Fudge, who hadn't said anything yet, gulped. "X-ray?" she repeated nervously. "Will that hurt?"

Doc chuckled as he led her over to the sink. "Not even a little bit."

Just as he started washing the blood off her fingers, the door to the clinic flung open and Guido charged in. Sarge came in a couple of seconds later, much slower and a lot less hysterical.

"Fudgie!" Guido cried, giving his four-year-old daughter a big hug. "(Aunt Flo told me she saw Papà bring you in here!)" He kissed her all over. "(Are you okay?! What happened?!)"

"I slammed her fingers in the bathroom door!" Luigi shouted again. "You see-"

"You see, everythin' is under control", Doc interjected, hoping that would stop Luigi from starting up again. He didn't even look up from the sink.

"Luigi?" Sarge spoke up. "Didn't you have a card or something you wanted to mail?"

"Oh! Yes!" the Fiat recalled, drying his eyes. "I will mail it tomorrow. I have to stay here with Fudgie." The card probably wouldn't make it to Italy in time, but his sister was a mother; she would understand.

"Where is it?" Sarge questioned. "I'll mail it for you if you want. I got something I needed mailing myself."

Luigi was very grateful for this offer. "I left it on the table in the hallway near the bathroom. Thank you so much, Sarge! As you Americans say, I owe you one." He looked proud of himself as he often did whenever he used slang and phrases like that in English.

Sarge smiled and left.

By then, most of the blood had been washed away, but Fudge's fingers were still bleeding.

"All right, kiddo. Be a brave girl for me while I just take an X-ray", Doc instructed gently.

"Don't worry", Luigi chimed in soothingly. "This is not going to hurt. It is okay."

The four-year-old was a little scared to have the X-ray, but her dads were right there with her to assure her that there was nothing to be afraid of. So, she was very brave and found that the X-ray wasn't as bad as she thought.

"No bones broken", Doc reported, both surprised and relieved. "I'll just find somethin' to put on it and give her some Band-Aids."

That cheered Fudge up big time. She liked Band-Aids.

Once Doc had done everything he said he would, Fudge felt much better. However, Luigi's tears had started up again.

"Don't start with that again!" Doc snapped. "It was an accident! How long are you gonna beat yourself up over one mistake?! Fudge is fine!"

"But I could have hurt her even more!" the Fiat sobbed.

"But you didn't", Doc reasoned. Seeing Luigi open his mouth to protest, he rushed on. "And you can drive yourself crazy just thinkin' about it."

Luigi sighed. "I suppose so."

"I know you think you're a terrible father", Doc went on, "but you're not. Everyone thinks you and Guido are great at this. Fudge is very lucky to have you. Remember that."

Just then, Fudge threw her arms around Luigi. "I love you, Papà!"

Luigi smiled and returned the hug. "I love you too, angel."

"Can we go now?" Fudge requested, making the adults laugh.

"Can she?" Luigi asked.

"Yep. I'm done here." Doc smiled. "Had enough of the doctor's office, have you, kiddo?"

Fudge nodded, making the others laugh again.

When they arrived at Flo's, everyone crowded around the little girl as if she were a hero. They had all heard what had happened to her, as was the norm in a town that small.

"Does it hurt?" Mater questioned.

The four-year-old nodded.

"I bet you were brave", Sheriff remarked.

"Poor Fudgie!" Sally, who had only been living in Radiator Springs for a few months and instantly fell in love with Fudge, cuddled her.

"Well, honey", Flo began, smiling at the little girl, "are you ready for your dinner? Some mac and cheese?"

"Yes!" Fudge cried.

Flo smiled and went to get Fudge's dinner.

A few minutes later, Fudge was eating away happily and acted like the incident never happened.

That was when Sarge showed up.

"Did you get it in the mail?" Luigi wanted to know.

"Sure did", the Jeep conformed. "Fudge okay?"

Luigi smiled at his daughter, who was alternating between eating her mac and cheese and showing off her Band-Aids proudly. "She seems okay."

After glancing at the four-year-old, Sarge smiled too.

"Grazie", Luigi told him sincerely. " I am very grateful you mailed the card for me. If I left it any later, it would never have gotten there in time for my sister's birthday. Thank you."

Sarge smiled again (for the second time in under a minute; that was a rarity for him!). "What're friends for?"

"Finished!" Fudge sang out just then, holding up a clean plate. "Thanks, Aunt Flo!"

Flo smiled. "You're welcome, sweet pea."

"If you are finished", Luigi announced, "I think it is time we went home. After the day you have had, I think you need to go to bed early tonight."

And, even though it was a week early, he wanted to call his sister in Italy.

Yeah, so, like I said, it's based on something that happened to me when I was four, only for me, it was a car door. I had to change it for this story for obvious reasons.

I know it was pretty short and, as usual, I didn't know how to end it , but I hope you enjoyed anyway. Please review! :)