Disclaimer: This is your standard: "I don't own 7th Heaven, but it would be nice if I did."
Summary: This is just a little fic about what could happen at the end of season 7.
A/N: I hope posting this chapter right after the other one makes up for the first one's short length. If not, that's too bad because I don't have to update this at all, but I like to. I'm glad people keep reading and reviewing.
(Peter's POV)
"Peter?" a voice at my door asked.
I turned to see who it was and was surprised to see Ruthie Camden.
"Can I come in?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course," I said. I was surprised to see her in a wheelchair because I had heard she injured her neck and ribs.
"The doctors made me use this," she gestured to the chair as if she read my mind.
"How are you?" I inquired looking at the stiff brace on her neck.
"I'm okay," she brushed off the question," the question is how are you?"
"Well, I had to have a surgery on my spine. I won't know for a few days if I will be paralyzed for life. I have regained some feeling in my legs, you know that feeling you get when your leg is asleep?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"It's kind of like that," I explained," but I don't want to tell anyone. I am afraid they will tell my mom and get her hopes up. I don't want her to get excited and think I'll be okay only to find out I will have to be in a wheelchair for life. You won't tell anyone, you?"
"Of course not. I came to see you because my mom and I are going home today. I haven't been out of my room yet. I hate this wheelchair, but it's 'hospital policy' for patients to use them. I tried to tell them my legs weren't broken, but they insisted. I've only been in it for ten minutes. I couldn't imagine being in one for life," she told me.
"I know. Wait, how did you get in here? I thought only family was supposed to be able to visit," I said.
"Well, your mom practically begged for them to allow it. She told them she was the only family here and she thought it would do you some good if you were allowed another visitor. After getting written permission from her, my parents and the hospital, they let me see you for a few minutes," she explained, rolling her eyes.
"Wow. I really appreciate your visit then," I told her," how is your family?"
"All right I guess. Mom seems depressed and Dad is burying himself in his work. I guess he thinks if he buries himself in other people's problems, he won't have to face his own. Matt has to fly back to New York and Mary to Florida. Simon practically won't leave my side. When he's at home he hovers over David too. I guess he's just playing the protective older brother part. I love him very much, but he's getting annoying. He's practically my servant these days," she said.
"Well, that's better than being afraid to get near you. It seems like my mom can't stay with me for more than a few minutes at a time. The longest visit she made was for an hour. She just sits by herself in the waiting room. I get the feeling she's hiding something, but I don't want to press her-"
"Excuse me," a nurse cut me off," but Miss Camden needs to say good-bye and leave."
"Okay," I replied.
"Bye Peter. I'll come see you when I can," she said.
"Bye Ruthie," I said as she kissed my cheek.
I must have turned red because she quickly said," I didn't want to hug you because my sides still hurt. Try not to ever break your ribs."
(Paris' POV)
I looked down nervously at my watch. It was 2:00 on a Friday, exactly one week from the crash. Peter's neurosurgeon was in examining him. I was a wreck as I waited for him the doctor to finish his exam. Peter had yet to regain any feeling as far as I knew and I was afraid he would be paralyzed. Maybe he regained some feeling and didn't tell me in fear of getting his hopes up. I think he was upset with me still for not believing him about my former boyfriend. I still did not want to tell him that he was the one that hit the car. I was afraid of how Peter would react. I knew he would be unhappy. Until he was starting to recover, I didn't want to upset him.
I stood up and began pacing across the room. Why was the doctor taking so long? I hate waiting. This can't be good. If it was good news, wouldn't he already be done? No, the examination probably takes a long time. They have to assess a lot of different things. All I want is for him to be okay. I don't think I could ever get used to him being in a wheelchair. I know he wouldn't like it.
I had been waiting for an eternity when a nurse said," Ms. Petrowski? Your son is ready to see you. Dr. Moss (the nuerosurgeon, my own creation) will want to see you when you're done talking to him."
She led me into the room where Peter was waiting. I walked to his bed.
"Hello son," I said.
"Hi Mom," he returned.
"So. How are you?" I asked, not wanting to push him.
"I'm okay," he replied," I just wanted to see you. You can go see the doctor now."
"Okay," I agreed, concerned that he did not say much.
"Hello Ms. Petrowski," Dr. Moss greeted me.
"Hello Doctor," I replied.
"Well, I have some relatively good news for you today," he started.
I let out my breath, not even realizing I had been holding it. Relief washed over me just to hear the words 'good news'.
"I did a full examination and it seems that young Peter is progressing well. The feeling has returned to his lower limbs. He is very lucky to not be paralyzed. The only bad news is that he is in for a rather long, painful recovery. He will be wheelchair-bound for a while until he gets his strength up. Then he will be in for months, if not years of intense physical therapy, but I won't get into the details of that just yet. I imagine you're just relieved that he's not going to be paralyzed for life," Dr. Moss finished.
"Yes," I answered with tears of happiness running down my face.
A/N: Pretty much all the doctors I use (Dr. Evans and Dr. Moss at this point), however brief their appearances are, are my own characters.
Next Chapter- Will Peter's Mom finally tell him about her ex-boyfriend? When will Lucy tell her family about her pregnancy?
Summary: This is just a little fic about what could happen at the end of season 7.
A/N: I hope posting this chapter right after the other one makes up for the first one's short length. If not, that's too bad because I don't have to update this at all, but I like to. I'm glad people keep reading and reviewing.
(Peter's POV)
"Peter?" a voice at my door asked.
I turned to see who it was and was surprised to see Ruthie Camden.
"Can I come in?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course," I said. I was surprised to see her in a wheelchair because I had heard she injured her neck and ribs.
"The doctors made me use this," she gestured to the chair as if she read my mind.
"How are you?" I inquired looking at the stiff brace on her neck.
"I'm okay," she brushed off the question," the question is how are you?"
"Well, I had to have a surgery on my spine. I won't know for a few days if I will be paralyzed for life. I have regained some feeling in my legs, you know that feeling you get when your leg is asleep?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"It's kind of like that," I explained," but I don't want to tell anyone. I am afraid they will tell my mom and get her hopes up. I don't want her to get excited and think I'll be okay only to find out I will have to be in a wheelchair for life. You won't tell anyone, you?"
"Of course not. I came to see you because my mom and I are going home today. I haven't been out of my room yet. I hate this wheelchair, but it's 'hospital policy' for patients to use them. I tried to tell them my legs weren't broken, but they insisted. I've only been in it for ten minutes. I couldn't imagine being in one for life," she told me.
"I know. Wait, how did you get in here? I thought only family was supposed to be able to visit," I said.
"Well, your mom practically begged for them to allow it. She told them she was the only family here and she thought it would do you some good if you were allowed another visitor. After getting written permission from her, my parents and the hospital, they let me see you for a few minutes," she explained, rolling her eyes.
"Wow. I really appreciate your visit then," I told her," how is your family?"
"All right I guess. Mom seems depressed and Dad is burying himself in his work. I guess he thinks if he buries himself in other people's problems, he won't have to face his own. Matt has to fly back to New York and Mary to Florida. Simon practically won't leave my side. When he's at home he hovers over David too. I guess he's just playing the protective older brother part. I love him very much, but he's getting annoying. He's practically my servant these days," she said.
"Well, that's better than being afraid to get near you. It seems like my mom can't stay with me for more than a few minutes at a time. The longest visit she made was for an hour. She just sits by herself in the waiting room. I get the feeling she's hiding something, but I don't want to press her-"
"Excuse me," a nurse cut me off," but Miss Camden needs to say good-bye and leave."
"Okay," I replied.
"Bye Peter. I'll come see you when I can," she said.
"Bye Ruthie," I said as she kissed my cheek.
I must have turned red because she quickly said," I didn't want to hug you because my sides still hurt. Try not to ever break your ribs."
(Paris' POV)
I looked down nervously at my watch. It was 2:00 on a Friday, exactly one week from the crash. Peter's neurosurgeon was in examining him. I was a wreck as I waited for him the doctor to finish his exam. Peter had yet to regain any feeling as far as I knew and I was afraid he would be paralyzed. Maybe he regained some feeling and didn't tell me in fear of getting his hopes up. I think he was upset with me still for not believing him about my former boyfriend. I still did not want to tell him that he was the one that hit the car. I was afraid of how Peter would react. I knew he would be unhappy. Until he was starting to recover, I didn't want to upset him.
I stood up and began pacing across the room. Why was the doctor taking so long? I hate waiting. This can't be good. If it was good news, wouldn't he already be done? No, the examination probably takes a long time. They have to assess a lot of different things. All I want is for him to be okay. I don't think I could ever get used to him being in a wheelchair. I know he wouldn't like it.
I had been waiting for an eternity when a nurse said," Ms. Petrowski? Your son is ready to see you. Dr. Moss (the nuerosurgeon, my own creation) will want to see you when you're done talking to him."
She led me into the room where Peter was waiting. I walked to his bed.
"Hello son," I said.
"Hi Mom," he returned.
"So. How are you?" I asked, not wanting to push him.
"I'm okay," he replied," I just wanted to see you. You can go see the doctor now."
"Okay," I agreed, concerned that he did not say much.
"Hello Ms. Petrowski," Dr. Moss greeted me.
"Hello Doctor," I replied.
"Well, I have some relatively good news for you today," he started.
I let out my breath, not even realizing I had been holding it. Relief washed over me just to hear the words 'good news'.
"I did a full examination and it seems that young Peter is progressing well. The feeling has returned to his lower limbs. He is very lucky to not be paralyzed. The only bad news is that he is in for a rather long, painful recovery. He will be wheelchair-bound for a while until he gets his strength up. Then he will be in for months, if not years of intense physical therapy, but I won't get into the details of that just yet. I imagine you're just relieved that he's not going to be paralyzed for life," Dr. Moss finished.
"Yes," I answered with tears of happiness running down my face.
A/N: Pretty much all the doctors I use (Dr. Evans and Dr. Moss at this point), however brief their appearances are, are my own characters.
Next Chapter- Will Peter's Mom finally tell him about her ex-boyfriend? When will Lucy tell her family about her pregnancy?