It was two weeks later when Randy came home. Jill waited by the door anxiously for his and Tim. She shivered and thought back to that night at the hospital.

"Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, your son was hit head on by a drunk driver. He'll be allright, except there was some damage done to his spinal chord. And it may be awhile before, or if he can walk again.."

Jill took a deep breath. What did Dr. Anderson know? He didn't know that Randy was fighter. He didn't know that Randy would get through this. She sighed and put her hands together. But what if he never walked again? How would he feel then? How would everyone else feel? Randy didn't seem too upset at the hospital but she knew that he could be stubborn sometimes and hide his feelings. She just had to figure out a way to help her son.

"Jill?"

Jill ran to the door and found Tim pushing Randy in a wheel chair. She immediately hugged him, followed by Brad and Mark as the came down the stairs.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Jill asked him.

"Fine, mom," he replied quickly.

"Are you tired, or hungry, or do you need me to get you anythig?"

"No, mom, I'm fine."

"Well, I could cook you dinner."

"Honey, don't you think he's suffered enough?" Tim said.

Jill gave Tim a look and rolled Randy down the ramp that was built over the stairs for him. "Well if you need anything, honey, then don't hesistate to ask."

"Well, now that you mention it mom, I could use a playboy and some chocolate chip cookies," Randy replied with a smiled.

"Well, I think the playboy is out of the question, but I can get you the cookies," she said, walking to the kitchen.

"Just come to my room later for the playboys," Tim whispered in his ear.

Randy smiled. "Right dad. Uh, guys, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to go get some fresh air."

"Okay, honey. You need any help?" Jill asked.

"No, I'll be fine."

Randy then went outside, and took a deep breath. "I don't know if I'll be ever fine again, mom."