Frankie sat at her little play table, eager awaiting Wilt's return, they were having a tea party today and Wilt was getting into his "outfit". Frankie was four years old now, and was in her "girly" phase, Wilt just couldn't say no to the puppy dog eyes. Wilt stepped into the room, clad in a pink dress with a flower on it, heels, and if one squinted you could swear he was wearing make up.

"You look so pretty!" Frankie squealed, clapping her hands.

"I look silly!"

"Come on, Wilty, please wear it, for me?" Frankie then presended to make big, puppy dog eyes at him.

"Ohhhhh... Okay... Just this once!" That was a lie.

"Thank you, Wilty!"

"Your welcome, now lets get this started!"

"Yay! Okay you sit between Miss Nessbit and Johny Orange."

"Awwwwww come on! You know Miss Nessbit has a grudge against me!"

"Well you shouldn't have sat on her!"

"...Touche."

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Wilt lowered Bloo from a rope, he didn't think this was a good idea, but he didn't want Bloo upset with him. Bloo was assigned the chore of washing the outside windows of the house, he decided to pump up the action. So he had Wilt agree to hold the rope he would swing around on between windows. Bloo whooped and hollered as he swung about on the rope, this was so awesome! He landed on a ledge and started to wash the window. Wilt leaned against the old railing of the rooftop porch, waiting patiently from Bloo to finush with that window. The railing creaked loudly uner his wieght before breaking and sending Wilt falling five stories to the ground below. Bloo looked down in horror when he saw Wilt fall from the roof, he gasped when he saw Wilt's condition then preceded to slid down a rail and ran over to Wilt.

Wilt's arm was bent in two different places and was starting to swell up, his left ankle wasn't in too great a shape either. He had large head wounds on his head, which were starting to bleed profusely. He was starting to fade between conciousness and unconciousness by the time Bloo ran over to him. Bloo eyes widened to the size of dinnerplates when he rolled Wilt over and got a good look at his injuries.

"This is not good, this is SO NOT GOOD!" Bloo started before seeing Wilt was starting to slip from conciousness. "Wooaahhh, Wilt, buddy, you gotta stay up! Come on... up up up!" Bloo started to shake Wilt rapidly, he only got a slured response of word soup. "Come on buddy, stay wake... I NEED SOME HELP HERE!"

Frankie ran out of the house and called an ambulance imediantly, soon Wilt was on his way to the hospital. Frankie and Bloo went down to the hospital as soon as they possibly could. They sat in the waiting room, awiating Wilt's doctor to appear and tell them if their friend is even alive. Bloo felt bad, Wilt was only up on the roof because he was helping him, of coarse he would never say it aloud.

"Bloo, are you okay?" Frankie asked, snapping Bloo out of his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You look alittle troubled."

"Pfffttttt HA, me troubled? NAH!"

"Well seeing Wilt fa-"

"I'm FINE."

"If you say so..."

"Um... excuse me... are you two here for a Mister Wilt?" A doctor said, aproaching Frankie and Bloo.

"Yes we are, is he okay?"

"Well he has some pretty major internal injuries, his arm is broken, his ankle is shattered, he broke a few ribs. Now lucky for him, his head injuries were mostly superficial, he has a fairly mild concusion. We got him all patched up and casted and he should be waking up as we speak, you can go see him when your ready." Bloo and Frankie nodded and went to Wilt's room. Wilt was all hooked up to an IV and his leg was elevated, his head was rapped up with some bandages. He glanced over at Frankie and Bloo smalled weakly.

"Hi guys..." Wilt said in a weak voice.

"Hey Wilt, how are you feeling?"

"Hey, don't worry, Frankie, I'm fine. Alittle tired, but fine."

"Well I'm going to go and see when you can get outa here, in the mean time, you get yourself some rest." With that Frankie left to go speak with the doctor. Bloo hopped on his bed as soon as she left, he shifted his eyes back and forth before hugging Wilt.

"Sorry, buddy."

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Wilt was sitting down at the dinner table, eating of course, he loved the food here. He had only been here about two weeks, but he loved it here. He had gained nearly ten pounds, that Madame Foster was determined to make him gain all his wieght back. Wilt ate and talked with his new friends, everything was normal. Suddenly he felt a searing pain where his right arm would be, he yelped and looked down, and insteed of a stump he saw his right arm, in a crushed state. He groaned and gritted his teeth as another wave of pain hit him, he then clamped his eyes shut and screamed as the pain started to intensify.

"Wilt, deary whats wrong!?" Madame Foster asked, alarmed by his sudden ot burst.

"My, AH, arm!"

"Deary there's nothing wrong with your arm!"

"Th-the right!"

"It's not there!"

"Wh-what?"

"It's not there!" Wilt then looked down back at at his arm, gone, pain left his arm.

"It's .. not there. Not there."

"Wilt, hon, maybe we should take you to a doctor."

(( sorry it they are so short, my inspiration flew away, it'll return though, don't despair XD))