"Nunca preocúpese para un único hijo, la idea del fracaso nunca ocurrirá a él."

"Never fret for an only son, the idea of failure will never occur to him."

The doctor explained the hard and strained movements Psymon made had caused further damage to his recovering body. This was Psymon's first episode.

Back at home, things weren't any better. Denise mostly stayed downstairs on the coach rather then going about her business cleaning or cooking. They had been ordering out almost every night since Psymon had gone into the hospital. Tom usually tried to occupy himself doing housework or working on the car.

Alyssa looked at her mother back from the staircase as Denise just sat on the coach watching TV. Her father had gone to bed already. Alyssa walked back up the stair looking for her sister. She wasn't downstairs, in their room, or even in the bathroom.

She sensed her sister wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment and finally opened Psymon's bedroom door. She sat on the chest by the window holding his hat in her lap. Alyssa she may have been crying, but stepping closer Melissa was just looking out the window. Alyssa took a seat next to her.

"Why is everyone so bummed out? It's not like he's dead," Alyssa said.

"He almost did when they operated on him."

"Oh…but he didn't."

"I know mom is really upset about the whole stunted growth and no kids factor. But it is kind of depressing without him here," Melissa said, "Don't you care?"

"Of course I do."

Melissa gave her a quizzical look. "Don't believe me?" Alyssa asked, "Look."

Melissa gazed into her sisters hand and saw she was holding Psymon's necklace, "How in the world did you get that?"

"Mom brought it home and left it on his dresser. In case of anything, I wanted it to remember him by. But now that I know he's ok and everything, I just wanna' hold on to it."

"I could say I'm doing the same with this hat here," Melissa said. They both got up and went soundly to their room for a good night's sleep.

Dane walked down the hallway of the hospital. It had been a while since seeing him last. Since last time Psymon had been moved to a new room in recovery. His injuries were almost healed by now.

"Hey," Dane greeted walking in. Denise pulled a chair over and told him to sit.

"How ya feeling?" Dane asked. Psymon burped in response still flipping through channel on the TV. "Ew Psymon," Denise said, "Manners please."

"Ok I guess," Psymon mumbled putting the remote down giving up

"When are you getting that metal crap out of your mouth?"

Psymon shrugged, "I don't know but so far my summer vacation sucks."

"It'll get better."

"But guess what," Psymon said sitting up more getting excited.

"Oh my god……..what?" Dane joked.

"Steel MX feel sorry for me so they bought me a brand new truck. Show him the picture mom."

Denise went into her purse and pulled out a photograph of a black dodge 1500 with a quad cab. The bumper, step rail, rims, and rails on the sides of the bed were all chromed out.

"Wow, it's almost as hot as your sister," Dane said holding the picture.

"What?" Psymon asked.

"I said I wish someone just gave me a brand new truck." Denise glared at him while Psymon just laughed.

The door opened and Tom walked in carrying a bag of McDonalds. "Tease me why don't you," Psymon mumbled.

"Sorry, but Dr. Becker just happened to inform me that you can come home today," Tom said.

Psymon almost jumped out of bed. "Really? Like for real?" Tom nodded yes.

They soon packed Psymon's things and were cleared to leave. Dr. Becker had told Tom to alert him immediately if Psymon were to have another breakdown and gave him detailed instructions on how to handle Psymon until help came.

Psymon was more then happy to see home after so many weeks in the hospital. Denise had packed the fridge with ensure. Enough to last Psymon until he was able to eat solids again.

His room was just the way he left it. He made sure to get back his hat and necklace and put them in their rightful place. He mentioned something about being naked without them. He was also informed by his mom that he would be seeing a lot more of it. She didn't want him running the streets with a cast and everything else. Denise was scared to death to let him out after the scene in the hospital that little time ago. But Psymon had persuaded her to let him go out after a couple of days of being confined to the house.

It was early afternoon when Psymon had changed his clothes while Dane waited downstairs. Psymon came down and saw Dane trying to hit on Alyssa while she was on the phone. "Dude," Psymon said. He then held out the waist of his pants.

"Eww, what are you anorexic?" Dane asked. Psymon gave him a disgusted face then the finger. After grabbing a belt and a shirt they soon left with Denise yelling out the door for them to be careful. She went to the extent of having Tom lock up the bike that amazingly survived the accident with the exception of a few scratches and nicks. She knew the boy would find a new chain and repair it in no time.

They finally made it the mall where they met up with Forest. They watched all the bikers in the skate park. "I miss it," Psymon said.

Forest looked at him funny, "After everything that happened? You wanna go back to that?"

He nodded yes. "Wow, blonde at ten o'clock," Dane said nodding to his right.

Psymon gasped, it was Elise with Monty. They were holding hands and coming closer to them. Elise noticed Psymon and approached the three. "Hey, sorry about your accident," she said.

"Uh huh…"

"Hope you feel better."

"Come on, let's get the hell out of here. Later short shit," Monty said pulling his girlfriend along. She waved good bye.

"Uh huh?" Dane asked.

Forest put a hand on Psymon's shoulder, "She's off limits….and like eight inches taller then you." Dane and Forest started cracking up.

"Fuck you guys, it's bad enough I'm gunna be this short for the rest of my life…."

Psymon walked away leaving them dumbfounded. Forest scratched his head, "He really didn't like that did he?"

"Naaahhh, he loves it, he just walked away pissed off cause he thinks its funny," Dane said sarcastically.

"Well that don't seem right."

"Oh my…" Dane buried his head in his palms.

The two ventured around the mall for some time until they finally found Psymon outside. He was sitting up against the wall smoking a cigarette. Dane sat next to him, "Dude, when the hell did you start smoking?"

"Sophomore year," he said ashing.

"Where did you get it?"

Psymon pointed to Forest. Dane looked at him surprised, "What?! When did you start?"

"Same time I guess."

"Well shit I might as well start."

Psymon laughed and Forest of course took it seriously. They were used to Forest's poor judgment. He was the dumb American hick. Even though he wasn't even American, he had the accent of one just like his parents who did move from America.