A/N: Requested anonymously as an extension of "Campaign Ad" where April and Andy take care of each other after Andy runs into an ambulance and April (at least I assumed) has her wisdom teeth taken out. Especially needed after yesterday, I think.

Honestly I don't care if she had them removed, because I started writing this and enjoyed the hell out of it.

Andy tapped the plaster on his face one more time, just to make sure it was firmly stuck there, and grunted in pain. April looked over at him and her already huge eyes widened in disbelief. As it turned out, whatever medication or relaxant she was given for her mouth was having some interesting effects on her.

"Mmwafe that phound again," she slurred, the cotton in her mouth restricting what she could really say. She chuckled after that, her eyes crossing momentarily.

"Babe, are you okay?" Andy asked, helping her open the passenger side door and watching her slink inside.

April laughed and sat down on her hands. Letting them sit there she propped herself up with her hands underneath her legs and bounced once. Looking at Andy like she'd discovered the coolest thing in the world, she did it again. She bounced up and down and laughed again, this time a much louder one with as big a grin on as she could muster. She looked back at Andy with that grin and tilted her head.

Andy was starting to get scared.

"You're tho thexy," she murmured before dropping her head back on the seat.

No more bouncing or grinning, she just sat back like that and stared up at the roof of the car. Andy got in and started the engine, and thankfully that didn't startle or confuse April. She seemed more focused on looking at her hands and laughing.

By the time they got home she was still busying herself with her knuckles, but at times she'd asked him if they were going home and when he answered the affirmative she just sighed and asked why they weren't going to Disneyland. According to her, she hated school. She wanted to be a princess, and Andy could only tell her that she was and make April confused and sit there silent for a few minutes.

When they drove up to the house she turned to him. "Am I a phr... a phrintheth?" she asked him.

"April you're being super weird," he said slowly.

"Tho I'm not a phrintheth?"

Andy stared in disbelief as her eyes looked down and she almost had tears in them. Her shoulders slumped and he just made a confused, hanging noise. Then he remembered what the doctors said to him. Maybe it was the mild concussion that knocked his thoughts around, but it was hard trying to gather his memories up. She was going to be loopy and out of it for a little while.

"Babe, you're like Cinderella but way creepier," he grabbed her hand and got to his knee. Holding it in the air he waited for her to turn and April did, with a huge smile on her face. "And way hotter."

"Tho thweet," she took one foot and gingerly placed it on the driveway pavement before stumbling all the way out of the car and into Andy's arms.

He wanted to laugh but she just looked up at him with that wistful, dazed happiness. If she wasn't completely out of it he'd have kissed her, and not to mention she had big clumps of reddening cotton in her mouth. Something about kissing someone who couldn't say yes or no to it made Andy really uncomfortable, so he stood up with her in his arms.

"My printh Tharming," she said and started laughing again. It didn't abate, more giggling than anything, when he picked her up and carried her with one arm under her knees and the other holding her back aloft.

When they got inside the house, after April cheered him on as he kicked the front door open (they never locked it anyways) he set her down and she shouted, "Woo!" as she landed on her back, softly, and started laughing again.

Somehow he was supposed to figure out how to get different cotton and bandages in her mouth. Sitting down in front of her with the box of cotton and a gauze pad pre-cut by the dentist, he was trying to figure this out. Andy wasn't so good at this kind of thing and if he screwed up he might hurt her. Or he might not. He really didn't know what would happen. Would she bleed really badly? Would it hurt her?

He was thinking all of this while April stuck her arms out straight above her. "I'm a ssst...ss-zombie," she gurgled and made a low moaning noise as she sat up straight. "Andy, you married a sshombie."

She looked at him with her back twisted and her arms raised out, fingers twiddling in front of him as if she was going to grab at him. She made that same moaning noise and grabbed his neck, not really squeezing and sat there laughing. Andy coughed out just to clear his throat but when he did so April drew her arms back with a clear horror on her face.

"Oh my God!" she looked at her hands and dropped on her back again. "I didn't h-hurth you, did I? I'm not really a sshombie, Andy! I thwear."

"Babe, open your mouth," he said because Andy's so confused and she's kind of calm right now.

She did and he gently put a finger in her mouth to move aside the pad. She laughed when he touched the side of her cheek with his big dumb hands and pulled up slowly on the pad. No blood or stitches came up with it, so he quickly put another pad and small chunk of cotton on afterwards.

He did the same to the other side of her mouth and April giggled at the exact same sensation.

April. Giggling. What a weird world. Andy laughed too because he expected her to bite his finger off and instead she laughed like she didn't care at all that he could hear it. When he was done she quickly drooped her eyes and before long she was snoring, very loudly, on the couch. He smiled to himself and wondered how he was so freaking lucky. Then, he set out to find a box of macaroni and cheese to make. When he found the little blue box he remembered that she had to eat, like, pudding and stuff. Soft food was all she could do for a while.

When he opened the fridge he realized that there weren't any Snack Packs left, though.

He hoped she wouldn't wake up wondering where he went, Andy opening the door to go drive to the store. When he returned, with a grocery bag full of pudding of all kinds, she was still snoring as loudly and with that same open mouth and the same bit of drool eking out.