A/N: This is a short chapter. It goes along with the rest of the story, which is why I made a small chapter for it.
Chapter Two – Confined
"So he has to be put in a wheelchair again?" Riley asked the doctor as soon as he broke the news to her.
"Yes," the doctor replied gently. He looked back at Sydney's hospital room. "He really didn't seem like he wanted to be put into it."
"That's an understatement" Rhuben sighed, rolling her eyes. "But thanks anyway, doc."
"No problem" the doctor replied and went to go check on another patient. Riley pushed open the door to Sydney's room and as soon as he saw her, he started to cry and scream again.
"I don't want to be in a wheelchair!" he cried, pounding his small fists on the bed, tears falling down his cheeks. "Please! I'll do anything! I'll use the crutches this time, I'll stop making fun of how stupid Patrick is, even though we all know it's true. I'll even eat all of my vegetables. Just please, don't make me stay in this wheel chair!"
"So, why's he in a wheelchair?" Tom asked as he, Harry, Danny, Dougie, Riley, and Rhuben lounged around in the den. Rhuben sighed.
"This has been happening a lot since we first tried to get away from dad" she replied. "When Riley was driving our car, which Patrick hotwired, we hit a guard rail and flipped over. Sydney's spinal chord was severed, but he made a recovery."
"Ouch" Harry grimaced.
"Yeah, you know how some old injuries come back and cause you pain?" Riley asked. "The same thing happens to Syd, except he gets paralyzed from the waist down temporarily."
"That really does suck" Danny said, shaking his head. Rhuben sighed and laid her head down onto his shoulder.
"Yeah, he might be moody for a little bit, so don't take it personally if he yells at you." She said softly.
"I've got an idea." Tom said, his eyes lighting up as he got to his feet.
"What?" Dougie asked, twirling his lip ring.
"You'll find out"