It had been a month since Della's accident.

Della felt the tears begin to fall as she ran out of the office. She hadn't heard Gertie yelling for her to see what was wrong. Della got in the elevator and ran out of the building. She started to run across the street when a car hit her. The driver had tried to stop when Della suddenly appeared, but it was too late. The woman was on the ground, unconscious. Perry and Paul came running out of the building. Gertie had gone to tell them about Della leaving in hysterics.

"What happened?" Perry yelled.

"I didn't see her," the driver said frantically. "She just ran out and I didn't have time to stop. I swear," he said upset.

"Paul, call an ambulance," Perry said. He looked at the unconscious woman. The woman he loved more than life itself. He tried to wake her up, but it was no use.

At the hospital, Della underwent many tests. Once they were completed, the doctor went out to the waiting room where Paul and Perry were.

"How is she?" Perry asked.

"Well, she just has bruising. Her left hip is broken."

"Wow," Paul said, "she's pretty damn lucky."

"She is, but we do have a problem."

"She can't remember anything?" Perry guessed.

"Her memory appears to be fine. Unfortunately, she can't move her legs."

"What? She's paralyzed?" Perry was in shock. "You just the only thing broken is her hip."

"Exactly," the doctor said, "there is nothing in her tests that say she should be paralyzed. Her spinal cord isn't broken."

"What now?"

"I'm going to do some research. In the meantime, I'm going to send a live-in nurse home with her once she's discharged."

"Can we see her?"

"For a minute. She needs a lot of rest."

Paul and Perry were taken to Della's room. She was sitting up in bed, staring straight at the wall. "What happened?" Perry asked

"I was hit by a car."

"We know that," he said, "we ran out right after it happened. I was asking what happened to upset you. Gertie said you ran out of the office, hysterical."

"I'd rather not talk about it."

Both men looked at each other. Della hadn't turned to look at them and seemed despondent. "We'll let you get some rest," Paul said, "let us know if you need anything."

"We'll be back tomorrow to visit you," Perry said. Della didn't say another word and they left. The next day, they were told that Della wasn't having visitors. She had also decided to stay in the hospital to have some physical therapy in an attempt to get her legs moving again. She also needed therapy for her hip. Della was discharged nearly a month later. She hadn't seen Paul or Perry since the day of the accident, but she did send a note to Perry telling him that she wouldn't be returning to the office until she could walk.

It had been three days since Della was discharged. Perry now stood outside of her apartment door. He had wanted to see her the past three days, but Paul told him to give her time to settle in. Perry used his key to enter Della's apartment, "Della!"

The woman wheeled herself into the living room, "Perry, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to try and convince you to return to work."

"Perry, I've told you how I feel."

"Maybe it will help?"

"How? Will help with how much effort it will take for me to get in and out of a car? Will it help when I can't reach a book in the law library? Or a file? Will it help when you have to go out late at night to investigate something? Tell me, how returning to work is supposed to help."

"The doctor said that there is no physical explanation for this. Maybe if you return to work, it will help you psychologically and then physically?"

"Perry, I'm not coming back."

"Then at least let me stay with you."

"No, it wouldn't be right."

"Della, you shouldn't be all alone. It won't help. I'll put things on hold and help you."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not," he said, "I've offered." Perry went over to her phone, "Gertie, we're closing down the office for the time being. You know what to do. Thank you," he said before hanging up. He went to the front door, opened it, and brought a suitcase in.

"I see you came prepared."

"Of course," Perry said. He put his suitcase aside, "is there anything you need done that you haven't been able to do in the past few days?"

"Plenty," she said.

"Well, what would you like done first?" he noticed her look down and blush. "Go find some clothes to change into and I'll start the tub."

"Perry, I...," she began.

Perry knelt in front of her and took her hand, "hey, it's okay. I promise to behave," he smiled.

Della chuckled and went to get some clothes. Perry had helped her undress and lifted her into the tub. She told him she'd be fine on her own and Perry told her to call for him when she was done. Della had decided to soak for a bit after washing up. "Perry!" she called after about fifteen minutes. He walked into the bathroom, "I'm done."

Perry drained the tub and wrapped Della in a towel before lifting her out of the tub. He made sure she was dried off and dressed before placing her back in her chair. "I have lunch ready."

"Perry," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Look," Della pointed at her feet and her toes that were moving.

Perry leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "see, it's already helping."