Adrian hurried into the room to check on Trudy.

"How do you feel," he asked her

"I'm okay," she said, "I feel a lot better now."

He kissed her.

"Perfect," he said.

"Could you get my wheelchair for me," she asked, "I have to go to the bathroom."

"I'll take you," he offered.

He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

"Thanks Adrian," she said gratefully.

A few minutes later she was done. He picked her up and carried her out into the den. He gently set her on the armchair and propped her leg up.

"Thanks," she said, "That feels great."

Adrian sat next to her holding her hand.

"I love you," he said as the doorbell rang.

Adrian got the door. It was Ambrose.

"Ambrose! Hi. It's good to see you," Adrian said.

Ambrose smiled.

"It's good to see you too," he said, "How's Trudy?"

"She's in a lot of pain with her leg," Adrian admitted, "But she's the strongest person I know."

"How are you doing," Ambrose asked.

"I'm wonderful," Adrian said.

He paused.

"I'd be better if Trudy wasn't hurting," he added.

"I know," Ambrose replied, "A broken leg is no fun."

"Come on in," Adrian told him, standing aside so that Ambrose could enter.

Ambrose went into the den.

"Oh, I didn't know you had guests," he said embarrassed.

"Those are my parents," Trudy said, "They've been staying with us since I broke my leg."

"Oh," Ambrose said, "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Marsha replied smiling, "Dwight and I heard a lot about you. Adrian told us you're going to the wedding even though you're afraid to leave your house."

"Yes. I missed my brother's first wedding. There's no way I'm going to miss his second one."

"Are you seeing someone," Dwight asked, "Like a psychologist?"

Ambrose nodded.

"Her name is Doctor Nicole Sussan," he said, "She's great."

He paused.

"Today I'm meeting her in her office," he said.

"You're actually going to her office?" Adrian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am," Ambrose replied, nodding.

He stayed for ten minutes and then left for his appointment.

"Your brother seems really sweet," Dwight told Adrian.

"He was my best friend growing up," Adrian said, "He wasn't always agoraphobic. When he was in High School, Freshman year he was a victim of a shooting. He was shot in the stomach and survived with a graze wound but he was terrified to leave the house after that. His girlfriend, Annie was killed. I can't imagine what he must have been going through… or I couldn't until I lost Trudy… except I didn't lose Trudy. Only I didn't know that I didn't lose Trudy. For ten years-"

"We know sweetheart," Marsha said, "We lost her for ten years too."

"Honey," Trudy said, "Could you get me a pill? My leg is REALLY hurting right now."

"Of course," Adrian said and went and got her a pill with some pizza and a glass of milk.