"But I don't wanna go to the doctor's!"

Anti-Cosmo sighed tiredly while Anti-Wanda looked down at their 10-year-old adopted son Timmy who was holding onto both of their hands. It was about time for Timmy to go to the Fairy World hospital for his yearly checkup.

Anti-Wanda continued staring at Timmy in concern while he looked around the hospital, nervously. Anti-Wanda hated doing this to her baby. With Foop, it was easier since he had Anti-Cosmo's mannerisms. But Timmy was just a regular human kid. And any regular human kid never felt comfortable going to see the doctor.

Anti-Cosmo also couldn't help but give Timmy a small glance, looking equally concerned as his wife. He always tried to be the firm parent between the two of them but even he couldn't stand putting Timothy through this.

"It's going to be alright, Timothy. Nothing bad will happen," Anti-Cosmo assured.

"But...But what if I need a shot?" Timmy asked in a small, shaky voice, looking over at Anti-Cosmo.

Anti-Cosmo didn't know what to say then. A part of him wanted to tell Timothy the truth that he might need to indeed get a shot but another part wanted to keep reassuring him. Conflicted, Anti-Cosmo looked to Anti-Wanda for help. Anti-Wanda smiled her goofy smile and winked then floated down to their son so that he was eye level with her.

"Shots aren't all that bad, sweetie," Anti-Wanda also assured in her Southern drawl.

"But how would you know? You guys don't need shots, you're Anti-Fairies," Timmy pointed out.

Anti-Cosmo floated down to Timmy next, then had placed his hand against Timothy's cheek, something he'd always do whenever Timothy needed comfort. Timmy looked over at his adopted father.

"That may be true, my boy, but we do know what shots feel like and how painful they are. We do not blame you at all for feeling terrified about it. But your Mother is right, it will not be so bad, because it shall all be over before you know it," Anti-Cosmo said in a soft tone.

"Really?" Timmy asked.

"Really, sweetie," Anti-Wanda chimed in, tapping Timmy on the nose.

Timmy finally smiled then the three of them had kept going down the hallway. They had made it over to the reception desk where a nurse was waiting. While Anti-Cosmo had checked Timmy in, Anti-Wanda had taken a seat across from the desk, while Timmy sat on her lap.

"Do you wanna read a comic book while we're waiting, honey?" Anti-Wanda asked.

Timmy gave a small nod then Anti-Wanda waved her black wand and 'poofed' a Crimson Chin comic book into Timmy's hands. Timmy had immediately began reading it.

After filling in the last paper on the chart, Anti-Cosmo had floated over to the chair next to Anti-Wanda and sat down beside her. Anti-Cosmo looked at Timothy reading the comic book then gently ruffled his hair then had looked to Anti-Wanda.

"How is he doing so far?" Anti-Cosmo whispered.

"I don't think he's feeling so jittery anymore," Anti-Wanda whispered back.

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda stared at Timmy who didn't take his eyes off the comic book. A few more minutes later, Timmy was halfway done, when another nurse had 'poofed' in front of the family.

"Timmy Cosma?" The nurse called out, sweetly.

Timmy looked up from his comic book and noticed the nurse, then he quickly looked over at the clock which read '3:00'. It didn't take him long to figure out what time it was. And it was made clear when the nurse had put a hand on his shoulder and said...

"Dr. Rip Studwell will see you now, Timmy."

Timmy's eyes had become wide, and he clutched the comic book, ripping it apart. The feeling of oncoming dread he had when he stepped foot in the hospital began returning with a vengeance. Timmy looked at both Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda and shook his head.

"Can we go home?" Timmy whispered to Anti-Wanda, so the nurse wouldn't hear.

Anti-Wanda frowned in concern over Timmy but then she had hugged him close then placed both her hands against his face and tried to put on a brave smile, hiding her real emotions.

"You need to have this checkup, sweetie," Anti-Wanda said, tapping Timmy on the nose again.

Anti-Cosmo had also hugged Timothy then he had picked him up and placed his forehead against his own, another habit he usually had whenever Timothy sought assurance from him.

"Will you feel better if we held onto your hands while Dr. Rip Studwell checks you over, Timothy?" Anti-Cosmo asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," Timmy replied, his voice barely audible, due to his nerves.

Anti-Cosmo nodded in understanding then kissed his boy's forehead then Anti-Wanda gave him another huge hug. Timmy began to smile...a little. His parents knew that he'd only be smiling fully once that checkup was over.

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda followed the nurse to the exam room while Anti-Cosmo had kept holding onto Timmy. His arms fastened around his adopted dad's neck, securely. It pained Anti-Cosmo that he could feel Timothy shaking against him.

When they had made it into the exam room, Anti-Cosmo slowly began to place Timothy onto the exam table. Timmy, reluctantly, let go of Anti-Cosmo and had sat down completely on the steel table.

The table felt cold and Timmy looked around the huge room, keeping an eye out for anything that looked like it could kill him. Timmy actually began to feel sick once he took in the scent of the disinfectant. Something then caught his attention. The container where all the needles were kept. Suddenly, the freezing sensation from the table felt even more chilling.

Sensing his oncoming panic attack, Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda had gone to Timmy, standing by each side. Seeing his parents, Timmy had taken both of their hands. Anti-Wanda then used her free hand to gently rub Timmy's back.

"You'll be okay, honey," Anti-Wanda said, soothingly.

Timmy moved closer to Anti-Wanda so that she could give him another one of her famous hugs while Anti-Cosmo gently squeezed his hand. The moment was broken when Dr. Rip Studwell had 'poofed' into the room.

"Ah, there's Jimmy," Dr. Studwell said, chuckling.

"It's Timmy," Anti-Wanda corrected, hands on her hips.

Anti-Cosmo also scowled at Dr. Studwell. He and Anti-Wanda knew that the so-called doctor wasn't good at names due to his ego and easily distracted mind. But Anti-Cosmo held his tongue for now then nodded politely.

"I do hope that is the only mistake you will be making today, Dr. Studwell," Anti-Cosmo said, trying not to sound annoyed, failing miserably.

"Course it is, AC. Have confidence in me. Y'know, you Anti-Fairies really aren't sticklers for just a small joke," Dr. Rip Studwell said, narrowing his eyes at the two.

Anti-Wanda suddenly burst out laughing much to Dr. Studwell's surprise but not to Anti-Cosmo. Whenever a joke wasn't funny, Anti-Wanda found it the opposite. Judging by Timmy's face, he really wasn't in a joking mood either.

"Um. Okay then. Let's this party started," Dr. Studwell said, snapping on his gloves.

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, who stopped laughing, had grabbed Timmy's hands and he squeezed onto both of them as tight as he could. Throughout the exam, the anti-fairies never left Timmy's side as Dr. Studwell had checked his throat, his eyes, his nose and his ears.

"You're doing great, sweetie," Anti-Wanda said, proudly.

"I just want it to be over with," Timmy replied, looking down.

"Keep hanging in there, dear," Anti-Cosmo added, ruffling Timmy's hair.

After checking Timmy's heart and stomach, Dr. Studwell had moved away from the table. Timmy looked at Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, relief beginning to wash over him. But then it had quickly diminished when Timmy saw Dr. Studwell going over to the container. That container.

"What exactly are you doing, Dr. Studwell?" Anti-Cosmo asked, narrowing his eyes at the doctor.

"According to the chart, Timmy here is supposed to be getting his booster and flu shot today," Dr. Studwell said, turning to Anti-Cosmo.

"We don't remember giving ya'll consent about that!" Anti-Wanda snapped, also eyeing Dr. Studwell angrily.

"Sorry folks, just gotta do what the chart says," Dr. Studwell said, in a flat yet casual tone.

Timmy saw Dr. Studwell take out two of the needles. They may have been small, but to Timmy, they looked like a large sharp knife ready to cut into him. They just looked so...so...big and pointy. He didn't want those going into his body.

Timmy grabbed onto Anti-Wanda and began whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. Anti-Wanda held onto her baby like a lifeline and smoothed down his hair as he clutched to her more. Anti-Cosmo laid a gentle hand against his son's back then he turned to Dr. Studwell, his pupils shrinking due to his anger.

"You are not driving those needles into my boy if he's afraid." Anti-Cosmo said, voice lowered dangerously.

"What are two little shots gonna possibly gonna do to him, AC?" Dr. Studwell asked, raising an eyebrow.

Anti-Cosmo's anger had gone away somewhat after Dr. Studwell had brought that up. He and Anti-Wanda had kept assuring Timothy all day that shots weren't so bad and now this was the chance to prove they were telling the truth. And whether he and Anti-Wanda liked it or not, Timothy needed these shots for his own good anyway...unfortunately.

Anti-Cosmo had moved back over to Timothy's side then he gave Anti-Wanda a reassuring look then Anti-Wanda had passed Timmy over to Anti-Cosmo who then held him in his lap then he had laid his hand on Timothy's cheek then Timothy looked up at him.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to go through with this, Timothy," Anti-Cosmo said, frowning.

"But I'm scared Dad!" Timmy cried out, shaking his head.

Anti-Cosmo had placed his forehead against Timothy's then had wiped away the tears falling down his face with his thumb as Timothy kept staring at him, pitiful blue eyes still full of terror. It hurt Anti-Cosmo but then he had shaken his head a second time.

"You need to have these shots though for your health, Timothy," Anti-Cosmo said, still frowning.

Timmy stared at Anti-Cosmo and by looking at his face, he knew he was right. Timmy looked over Anti-Cosmo's shoulder at Dr. Studwell waiting impatiently, holding those two syringes. Timmy clutched onto Anti-Cosmo's arms at the mere sight of them then he looked at his dad, eyes shining with oncoming tears.

"Will...Will you and Mom keep holding onto me?" Timmy asked in that same small, shaky tone from before.

"Of course we will," Anti-Cosmo replied.

"O-Okay then. I'll try," Timmy said, trying to smile.

Anti-Wanda hugged and then kissed Timmy's cheek. Her little boy was being so brave...like his Daddy. She then also sat on the exam table and both she and her husband had held onto their son as he wrapped his arms around them, nestling between them. Anti-Cosmo then turned to Dr. Studwell and gave a nod.

"He's ready now, Dr. Studwell," Anti-Cosmo confirmed.

Dr. Studwell had floated over to Timmy then had slowly and carefully pulled out his arm. Timmy watched as the first needle began to get close to his skin. The shaking from his body escalated. Anti-Cosmo scooted closer and then touched Timothy's cheek.

"Close your eyes, dear," Anti-Cosmo whispered.

Timmy leaned his head against Anti-Cosmo's shoulder and shut his eyes tight while Anti-Wanda had continued hugging him on the other side, muttering sweet nothings against his ear. Just when Timmy was beginning to feel at ease, a sudden wave of burning pain hit his arm then went through his entire frame. He let out a cry that made Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda flinch. Their son's misery was always their misery. The pain remained inside of Timmy for a few more seconds as he squeezed Anti-Cosmo's hand. His grip like iron. Tears ran down his face as he bit down on his lip, nearly drawing blood. When it looked like Timmy couldn't take it anymore, the pain had begun to cease and then went away altogether.

Timmy's reddened and tear-filled eyes had looked up as Dr. Studwell had thrown the first syringe away. The first shot was over...already. Timmy sniffled and then gave a small sigh. It wasn't that of relief but of exhaustion. There was still more to come.

Timmy had sniffled again as Anti-Wanda had given him a hug and then Anti-Cosmo wiped away the fresh tears that streamed down his cheeks then he had also hugged his son.

"Only one more to go, Timothy," Anti-Cosmo said, gently wiping away another tear droplet.

"Will you be okay during this one, sweetie?" Anti-Wanda asked, concerned.

Timmy shook his head and that was all it took for Anti-Wanda and Anti-Cosmo to continue cradling their son against them. Timmy had gulped as he saw Dr. Studwell coming over to him with the second shot. For some reason, he was fearing this one a whole lot more. According to what he heard people said, a second shot was the worst since it only added more pain.

Timmy didn't have any more time to process that bit of information he suddenly remembered as his arm was yet again pulled out by Dr. Studwell as the second needle got closer and closer to his already aching and slightly bruised arm.

Timmy burrowed his face into Anti-Cosmo's chest, bracing himself, while Anti-Wanda rubbed his back and whispered more motherly sayings against him but it was drowned out by the sound of Timmy's heart pounding in his ears.

And then before Timmy knew it, there was the pain. But it was unlike any sort of pain Timmy felt. It wasn't like from the first shot. Far from it. While that pain felt more like his whole body was on fire. This pain felt like he was being electrocuted and stabbed over and over. It burned. It throbbed. It ripped through his body all the way into his head. His brain was internally screaming.

He let out a long, piercing wail. His fingernails dug deeper and deeper into Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda's hands. It felt like his arm was having hot grease poured over it. Burning into his skin. Then the electric-filled pain had replaced it. It kept going and going and going.

Tears were in Timmy's eyes and down his face as his cries were muffled against Anti-Cosmo's shoulder. Not even Anti-Wanda hugging him or Anti-Cosmo smoothing his hair was helping. The pain was blocking everything out.

"Get that blasted thing out of my son NOW!" Anti-Cosmo bellowed.

"Nearly done," Dr. Studwell said, calmly.

"He's in too much pain, Doc! He's had enough!" Anti-Wanda cried, panicked.

Timmy could still feel the needle in his arm. He wanted the pain to end. Why wasn't it ending? His crying and yelling also wasn't showing sign of stopping.

"It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop! Please make it stop!" Timmy whined, his voice hoarse from crying.

Timmy could feel his body beginning to shut down. He was falling in darkness. It was as if the pain was suffocating him. He felt like he couldn't breathe as the darkness kept surrounding him. Drowning him. He could also make out a faint red aura from the pain like a blinking camera light. It burned. It shocked. It burned. It shocked. Like an endless pattern.

Then he had suddenly felt numb. He could see a white light. He opened up his eyes and saw that he was still in the exam room. Was it...over? Despite his blurred vision from his tears, he could see a larger bruise on his arm but...no more needle. And then...

"It's done with, sweetie," Anti-Wanda whispered against his ear.

Although Timmy didn't feel any more pain, he was still pretty shaken. He had continued crying for awhile while Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda hugged him, kissed him and talked to him. Then...his body eventually began to relax.

Timmy sniffled then had looked up at his parents and...smiled. He didn't need to worry about dealing with something like that again for a long time. He wiped away the last of his tears and then had hugged his parents back finally.

"Now, can we go home?" Timmy asked.

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda chuckled. They now knew their Timmy was back. Anti-Cosmo had given Timmy a hug then laid a hand on top of his head then nodded.

"Yes, dear, we can go home."

Timmy sighed. In relief. He wanted to ditch this place and as quick as possible. He had jumped off the exam table but...the moment he did. He felt...strange.

Timmy looked around the room and his vision was spinning around and around. He felt like he was going to throw up. He also felt cold despite him no longer sitting on the exam table.

Noticing her son's nauseous state, Anti-Wanda had floated down to Timmy and then placed her hand against his back, causing him to turn to her. Anti-Wanda saw that Timmy's face was also very, very pale.

"Are you alright, honey?"

Timmy was about to respond but then his eyes had suddenly gotten bigger. The pain. The pain was back. Only it was no longer going through his body, but his right arm.

Timmy looked at the arm where he was given the shots. He saw that it looked bigger, so did the bruises, and it was a deep-red color. The burning, electric sensation grew and grew.

Timmy's head began screaming again. And the tears also returned. Timmy looked up at Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda fearfully. He wanted to open his mouth to say something but all that was coming out was whimpers.

"What is it, Timothy?" Anti-Cosmo asked, his green orbs full of concern.

Timmy only kept whimpering. Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda kept looking at their son worriedly, confused and scared out of their minds. Timmy then looked down at his arm and had touched it.

And that was when the pain had reached a whole new level. The moment his fingers made contact where the two bruises were, it now felt like his arm was now being burned, crushed, electrocuted and stabbed. Timmy could also see his arm was getting bigger by the minute as it throbbed and throbbed and throbbed.

Timmy let out that same piercing wail. Then he had fallen to the floor. His eyes shut tight that he thought that his eyelids would tear apart. Sweat streamed down his forehead and cheeks. His ears were ringing. He could feel his body thrashing around.

"Timmy!" Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda screamed.

Timmy opened his eyes and could make out Anti-Wanda placing him against her chest as she rocked him and stroked his hair. He held onto his mom tightly, hoping it would make the pain go away. It did help...but not much.

Timmy's pain did lessen a little more when Anti-Cosmo gently rubbed his arm where the injection spots were. Timmy whimpered as he snuggled closer and closer to Anti-Wanda.

As Anti-Cosmo massaged his son's arm, he then observed it more. He saw the swelling and red skin. He then saw something else. Large, strange bumps began appearing over the bruises. Anti-Cosmo's concern turned to anger. He knew this was not normal after getting shots.

Anti-Cosmo turned his head over to Dr. Studwell, his eyes flashing. Still gently holding onto Timmy's arm, Anti-Cosmo managed to reach over and grab the collar of Dr. Studwell's lab coat, pulling him closer, his gaze, menacing, almost murderous.

"What have you done to my son?!" Anti-Cosmo demanded, enraged.

"I only gave him the shots he needed," Dr. Studwell said, nervously laughing, holding his arms up in defense.

"But is his arm supposed to look like this?!"

Anti-Cosmo motioned his head to Timmy's arm, the state it was in. Dr. Studwell studied it and saw the swelled-up, red and bumpy limb. He then looked over at Anti-Cosmo.

"Alright, so that's not good. Maybe...I missed something," Dr. Studwell said, now frowning.

"How could ya'll miss something?! What did ya'll to my baby?!" Anti-Wanda asked, angrily.

Timmy looked up again when he felt Anti-Wanda giving him over to Anti-Cosmo. Anti-Cosmo continued the task of cradling their son while Anti-Wanda went over to Dr. Studwell and now was the one who gripped his lab coat and then she shook a fist at him.

"Ya'll better fix my little angel now or me and Anti-Cozzie are gonna make you sorry." Anti-Wanda threatened.

Timmy saw the fear in Dr. Studwell that Anti-Wanda stirred up inside him as he again laughed nervously. He could then hear Dr. Studwell saying something to Anti-Wanda but the ringing in his ears was making the speech garbled. Then Dr. Studwell had 'poofed' out of the exam room.

Anti-Wanda had returned back to Timmy's side then had touched his cheek then had tapped him on the nose and then smiled, her anger from a few seconds ago, gone.

"Dr. Studwell's gonna find out what went wrong, sweetie," Anti-Wanda said, her voice, a sweet Southern caress.

Timmy nodded but he was starting to become more disoriented. And the pain was still lingering. He just wanted the world to stop spinning and the aches to go away.

Anti-Cosmo picked up Timmy and then he had sat on a chair. Timmy rested his head against Anti-Cosmo's chest, relaxing against his warmth. Anti-Wanda sat beside Anti-Cosmo then stroked Timmy's hair.

"Is there anything you need, honey?"

"Can...Can Cosmo and Wanda be here too?" Timmy muttered painfully.

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda looked at each other for a moment. They knew that whenever Timmy was really scared or really sick that he needed those two also at his side. They were used to it. They then looked at Timmy.

"We'll call them right away, poppet," Anti-Cosmo said, nodding.

Timmy smiled despite his pain. Then Anti-Cosmo had 'poofed' up his cell phone then had dialed Cosmo and Wanda's number. Timmy could hear the rings from the phone before they were drowned out by his whimpering.

"Hello?" Timmy heard Wanda's voice.

"Hello, Wanda, dear. It is Anti-Cosmo. You and my idiot counterpart need to come over to the Fairy Hospital immediately."

Timmy couldn't hear much after that except for the sound of Wanda followed by Cosmo yelling in panic. Maybe anger. He didn't know which. Then Anti-Cosmo looked over at him and touched his cheek.

"They're on their way, Timothy," Anti-Cosmo murmured softly.

Only a minute later, there was a 'poofing' sound and Timmy managed to turn his head to see Cosmo and Wanda already in his line of vision. Timmy's small smile grew.

When Cosmo and Wanda saw their former godson/now half-adopted son in Anti-Cosmo's arms, the pain he was in, how near death he looked, they had immediately gone to his side.

"We're here, Timmy."

That was Wanda. The sound of her voice next to his ear. He looked and saw Wanda stroking his hair in Anti-Wanda's place. But where was Cosmo?

"I'm here too, Timmy."

As if reading his mind, Cosmo held onto Timmy's hand. Timmy looked over and saw Cosmo trying his best to smile but he could see how scared he looked.

Timmy looked up and could also make out both Poof and Foop (who Cosmo and Wanda were supposed to babysitting for the day) staring back at him with worried expressions.

"What has happened to you, dear brother?" Foop asked.

"Poof-poof?"

But Timmy could only shrug in reply to his brothers' questions. Anti-Cosmo began stroking his cheek while Wanda kept stroking his hair. It felt as if his pain was beginning to go away with both sides of his parents beside him.

They all then heard a 'poofing' sound. Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda and Cosmo and Wanda turned their heads to see Dr. Studwell enter the room. When Cosmo and Wanda saw him, they floated over to him, as if they were about to pounce on him.

"What's wrong with our Timmy?!"

"What did you do to him, Studwell?!"

Dr. Studwell looked nervous again. Timmy's pained smile formed into a small smirk at that. If Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda didn't intimidate him enough, Cosmo and Wanda definitely finished the job for them.

Timmy could hear only garbling sounds again as Dr. Studwell began talking to all of his adopted parents. As Dr. Studwell talked and talked, Timmy began to now feel sleepy from the pain. Until...

"YOU CAUSED OUR SON AN ALLERGIC REACTION?!"

The sound of Anti-Cosmo's thundering tone woke up Timmy as he then saw his parents glaring angrily at Dr. Studwell. He then heard more garbling from the doctor as he then held up a chart followed by more yelling, this time from Wanda and Anti-Wanda.

"Got...right...medication..." Dr. Studwell garbled out.

Timmy could feel his arm being yanked for a third time and then...his world blacked out.

When Timmy had opened his eyes, he was laid out on the exam table. He looked around and saw Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda on his left side and Cosmo and Wanda on the right.

"Our baby's awake!" Anti-Wanda said, happily.

Timmy moved to sit up but then his head felt like it was splitting open. He saw Cosmo and Anti-Cosmo gently lay him back down. Then Wanda grabbed onto his hand.

"How do you feel now, sweetie?" Wanda asked.

"My head hurts. What happened?"

Cosmo sat on the exam table beside Timmy then had placed him onto his lap. Timmy managed to look up at his second dad as he stared back at him, hurt.

"You were having an allergic reaction, Sport. That's what happened," Cosmo said, sadly.

"From...from the shots?"

"From the shots," Cosmo said, nodding.

So, he wasn't imagining when he heard 'allergic reaction'. Timmy looked around then noticed that Poof and Foop were gone and so was Dr. Studwell. Noticing his confusion, Anti-Wanda sat on the exam table next then tilted up Timmy's chin.

"Poof and Foop wanted to have a 'conversation' with Dr. Studwell, honey," Anti-Wanda said, winking.

Timmy laughed. He knew what Anti-Wanda was implying. With any luck, Dr. Studwell wouldn't make a mistake like that again, not if his brothers had anything to do with it. Then he looked over at Anti-Cosmo.

"Dad?"

"Yes, dear?"

"After Foop and Poof get done 'talking' to Dr. Studwell, can we all go out for ice cream?"

All of his parents laughed at that. Timmy was 100 percent back to normal after that scare. Anti-Cosmo went over to Timmy then ruffled his hair.

"Whatever you want, Timothy."

"Good. Cause what I also want is to also not come back here for awhile," Timmy joked.

They all laughed again then had hugged Timmy close. Timmy had hugged them back, glad that what he just experienced was over and done with and that Dr. Studwell was most likely looking at court time no thanks to Poof and Foop. Still hugging his parents, Timmy looked up at them.

"Maybe we should try the Anti-Fairy hospital next time," Timmy suggested.

"Great idea, sweetie, great idea," Anti-Wanda said, chuckling.

And Timmy hoped that would indeed be the case next time as he nestled closer to his parents. And since the ringing was gone, he could also hear Dr. Studwell faint screaming...much to his satisfaction, especially when he looked out the window and saw said doctor being chased around by two familiar fairy babies.