Disclaimers standards apply, I don't own Full House, Just Kayla.
A/n: In the next few chapters I am going to take things up a knoch. Please, keep an open mind. Now you may see this is rated the highest possible.
Chapter 2
It felt like Days had gone by since her little boy had been taken to the hospital. Becky's husband Jesse had gone to the hospital with their son, while she remained by the phone trying to keep his twin calm. She had made sure every phone in the house either had a dail tone, or was fully charged seeing as how several lines ran to that house. She had even bought a cell phone some time back, and she had been checking her voice mail on it every five minutes.
"Mama, What will happen to Nikki?" Nikki, the unharmed twin asked pulling on his mother's pants leg.
"He is going to be alright, Your Daddy is going to take him to a place where they can fix his legs, and clean up the mess." she said trying to soothe the confused child, but it took all she had not to let her voice break under the pressure.
"When will he come home?" Nikki asked a look of fear and confusion on his young face.
"I don't know…" Becky began her voice cracking just a little bit. "Why don't you go see if you can help Uncle Danny clean something." she suggested before her voice broke completely.
"Don't cry mommy…." Nikki's young voice broke through her sobs as he wrapped small arms around his mother's leg.
Just as she wrapped her arms around her son, Danny walked into the loft arms loaded down with cleaning supplies. "How are you holding up?" he asked placing a rag in his cleaning belt, which was nothing more then a tool belt replaced with cleaning items such as sponges and rags.
She looked up slightly startled tears streaming down her face. "The not knowing is killing me…" she whispered through broken sobs.
"Why don't I watch him, while you go see Jesse." Danny suggested.
"Thanks… but… I …" she started her words broken as she suppressed her tears.
Just as Danny opened his mouth to say something more, the phone rang, and Becky, forgetting Nikki was half on her lap, jumped up to answer it. Danny caught him before he too would need to get treated. "Nikki is fine, the doctors just want to watch him for a couple of days, but…" Jesse said starting with the good news first.
"But…what…?" she dared to ask her heart racing a mile a minute.
"He… he…" Jesse continued not sure how to say this right, "you know what maybe you should come down here and I'll explain." he responded his heart unable to say this over the phone.
"I'll be right down." she said hanging up turning to Dany, "Can you drive? I don't think I can."
Danny nodded calling to his girls. "Come on girls, we are going down to the hospital to see Nikki and Jesse!" he called down the stairs as he removed his cleaning belt. Not wasting time making everything neat.
Stephanie and her younger sister cam running into the living room upon hearing their father's footsteps. Normally they would have been fighting over who got the front seat, but neither of their hearts were in it. Becky had taken it and the girls sat in the back with Nikki.
"How is Nikki?" the youngest of the Tanner girls, Michelle asked once their father had gotten going enough.
"Jesse will fill us in at the Hospital." their father responded his eyes fixed on the road, his hands gripping the wheel as if his life depended on it.
"Are you sure you're ok dad?" Stephanie asked as she watched her father's knuckles turn a ghostly white from the grip used on the wheel.
He nodded relaxing his grip on the wheel, but by then and by some mecherle, he managed to make it to the hospital in one piece. Becky was the first out her seatbelt off, even before the van stopped moving.
By the time they reached the floor where Jesse sat waiting for his family, their nerves had calmed some what. A doctor stopped in front of them minutes later to give a report to Jesse. "Oh, You must be the rest of his family. I am Dr Scoot, Alex's doctor." the doctor began, but before he could continue with his update, Beckey cut him off.
"How is he doing, Jesse said you had some news.." she said her stomach dropping to her toes as her heartbeat seamed to fill her ears.
"He is a very lucky child. He will be alright, but he will need to g through therapy, and he may redevelop Cerbal Polsey (CP), we can't be sure of that yet." the doctor stated. "What that means, is his muscles nerves and what not will not always work well. He may not be able to walk at times, or have trouble dressing himself. Reading and writing may be slow to get started, but he will get through it." The doctor explained. "There are many forms, and right now I'm not quite sure what type he may have, or how severe it will be on him." he finished.
"Thanks Doctor.." Jesse responded for the otherwise speechless family, while his whife sat beside him sobbing harder then she had only a few hours ago.
"How could something like this happen?" she asked no one in particular as she looked at a blank spot on the wall.
"You can go see him if you want," entered her mind, but who said it she did not know. Numbly she rose from her seat allowing her husband to lead her into the hospital room that housed their son. "Alex, its mommy…" she whispered.
"its going to be ok, we will get through this. There isn't anything that we can't handle." her husband tried to reassure her, but in his own mind, he housed the same fears as his wife.
"Why does Alex have all those things going to him?" Nikki asked looking up into the bed where his brother seemed berried under tubes and bandages.
"You know what, How about we get some ice-cream." Danny stated suddenly picking up Nikki, "I think your Mommy and Daddy need some time alone with your brother." He added effectively changing the subject.
Danny's youngest, Michelle, beamed at the prospect of ice-cream. "I bet they have great ice-cream here…" she smiled licking her lips. Danny only shookhishead a small smile crossing his features. He was glad that she seemed to be taking everything well.
"I didn't know you could get ice cream here…" the young boy commented.
"yes, they have just about everything here." Michelle replied as the two children fallowed Danny down the long halls of the hospital. As they chatted Danny's mind begun to drift. The doctor's words continued to echo in his mind. He saw countless wheelchairs, walkers, braces and the like and he just could not shake the feeling this was his fult. His brotherinlaw's word ringing through his head only made things worse.
"Dad?" Michelle questioned effectively shaking her father from his thoughts. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Honey…" Danny commented as a woman being pushed in a wheelchair moved in front of their path.
"What is that?" Nikki asked pointing at the device as it came in and out of view.
"it's a wheelchair…" Michelle begun to explain noting the odd way her father appeared to be acting.
"Is Alex going to get one?" Nikki continued seemingly unaware of his uncle's current state.
"We don't know for sure yet, we will have to wait and see…" Danny responded, but his voice seemed so far away, that he failed to even notice the words had come from his own mouth.
"You don't look so well… Maybe, we should go home…" Michelle suggested but Nikki's cry cut her off
"You promised Ice cream!" he half shouted tears stinging in the back of his young eyes.
"And, we will get some…" Danny said, but his heat wasn't in it.
"Danny…?" Joey asked hearing the far of sound to his best friend's voice as he approached the three. "Why don't you go home. I'll get the kids some ice cream and see they make it home. You look like you have been to hell and back…" Joey offered seeing the same thing that Michelle had picked up on.
"Yay!" Nikki squealed forgetting the fact he almost started to cry moments before.
"alright…I'll have my cell on, call if anything comes up…" Danny instructed, but his reply seemed so distant and half -hearted.
Danny drove home, but his mind could not seem to stay locked on the road as he should have been. He kept replaying the events of the day in his mind, The images of the people young and old in wheelchairs only making him want to shiver. This turn of events sure made him look at thing in a different light.
He had been so preoccupied in his own thoughts that he nearly failed to notice a woman trying to cross the street. He barley missed hitting her as he applied presure to the breaks causing it to come to a screeching halt.
A chill ran down his spine as he saw her wip her head around and glance in his diretion. Even though he could see the whites of her eyes, it felt to him as if she looked right through him. Her gaze seeming normal, but at the same time so far off, and blank. She said nothing, but Danny felt that the girl may have expected this to happen, even maybe wanted it… "I'm sorry…!" he called ,but the girl gave him no reply. Instead she placed her hands on either side of her chair and continue to move herself along.
Not bothering to change, Danny lay face down on his bed letting the events of the day sink in. But, every time he would get to the girl on the street, his body would shiver. Never in his life had he seen anyone look at him like that. In fact the look she gave him looked like something out of a monster movie. He fell into a light doze, but his sleep was anything but relaxing.
A few days had passed and the Hospital released Alex. They had come to the conclusion that he could end up with CP, but father testing over time would have to be done. He brain showed signs, but first appearance can be misleading. Jesse and Becky took turn staying with their son but Jesse never really would let Danny forget that day.
The doctors had recommend and even gotten him into both physical Therapy (PT) and Occupational Therapy (OT) for fear the adaptation to the lack of muscle control would slow his over all development and growth. Danny had also made it a point to avoid Jesse at all costs unable to deal with his wrath.
One afternoon, a week after Alex had returned from the hospital, Stephanie walked in with a friend from school. It had not been the first time this person had been over, in fact… up until this moment Danny seemed to welcome her with open arms. However, today his mind seemed to have lfet him when he asked, "Who is your friend?"