Dee Dee helped Tommy up from the couch so they could get to the car and see the doctor. Once she unlocked the car, Dee Dee helped him inside. At least he was able to do the seatbelt himself since it was only one foot and not his arm.

"I think I can do it."

"All right, Tommy. I hope we shouldn't be with the doctor very long."

"I agree," he said.

This has not happened before in his whole life. Why did it have to be now? Tommy knew people have accidents all the time. If he never was in that neighborhood, this sprained foot wouldn't have happened in the first place.

"Why were you in a neighborhood you weren't familiar with, Tommy?" she asked.

"I wasn't aware of it at first. Then Chuckie and his dad pulled up, that's when I knew I was in trouble."

"You weren't in trouble, Tommy. We all make mistakes like this every once in a while."

"I know. My leg hurts."

"We should be there soon."

"Good. I should've paid more attention to where I was headed. Chuckie thought it was weird when he ran into me."

"At least you had help, Tommy. That's what matters the most."

"I know Dil lives with us, maybe he should be the one to bring my homework after school for a while. I would still like to see my friends."

"You will, Tommy. All you can do during this time is rest."

"I've been doing that since Chuckie's dad dropped me off. It feels good to get up and stretch after being on the couch for an entire day. Do I get to sleep in my room tonight?" Tommy asked.

"We'll have to wait for a while to do that, Tommy. You shouldn't be on your foot after spraining it."

"I know, Mom. I need to go to school."

"We made it, Tommy. Let's see what the doctor says," she told him.

"All right. If you say so."

Once she was able to find a parking spot, Dee Dee opened the passenger's side of the car so Tommy could have her help to walk in. They took it slow because of Tommy. Stu knew she was taking him to be checked out and see what needs to be done.

Dee Dee gave the receptionist Tommy's name.

"Someone will be here shortly, Mrs. Pickles."

Tommy couldn't come up with anything to say, so he kept quiet. She understood how he felt with all of the pain his ankle was.

"How are you doing, Tommy?"

"The same. It's my fault for going on a walk in a strange neighborhood I know nothing about," Tommy told his mother.

"It's not your fault, Tommy. We all do that."

"Did you or Dad have anything to do with something like this back then?"

Tommy was interested in hearing about their problems before they had him and Dil.

"Your father had some kind of accident back then, and it ruined our honeymoon because of that."

"Tell me."

Flashback:

"It was the evening of the honeymoon. Stu was about to open the passenger's side of the car so we could get to the airport and catch our plane to Texas.

"We're here," Stu announced.

"Let's enjoy this honeymoon without it being spoiled, Stu."

"I agree with you."

"When the time is right, Stu, how many children do you want?"

"As many as we can," was his answer.

"No way were we in a rush to have children.

"Once we got inside the airport and went through security, Stu ended up in an accident on the way to the baggage claim he somehow fell while heading over.

Tommy interrupted.

"Then what happened?"

Before she could continue the story, they were called.

She helped him up from where they were sitting in the waiting room.

"How are you doing, Tommy?" the nurse asked.

"A little better, but not one hundred percent."

"Doctor should be in shortly."

"Thank you."

"Maybe on the way to the car, Mom, you can tell me what happened at the baggage claim."

"We will, Tommy."

Then they talked more while the doctor arrived.

"Hello, Tommy. I heard you had a sprained ankle."

"Yes, but that's what I thought it was. I could be wrong."

"Even us doctors aren't always right, Tommy. Let me check you out first," the doctor said.

"I called in his school earlier, Doctor. Is it too serious for him to go back to school?" she asked.

"He can try going the following week or so. Right now we can just do X - ray and see what we can find. We can put on a cast and see how that goes."

"Do I get to sleep in my room?" Tommy asked.

"No. You will the following week," the doctor said.

"Good. I miss my friends," Tommy said.

"I understand, Tommy. You'll get to see them," the doctor said.

The appointment didn't last very much longer. After the cast was put on, Dee Dee helped him to the passenger's side of the car.

"Now finish the story," Tommy begged her.

"Where was I?"

"The luggage claim."

"That's right."

She got behind the wheel as she continued the story.

Flashback continued

"I rushed over to where Stu was on his back.

"Are you all right, Stu?"

"I think so. Can't get up."

"That wasn't a good sign, and I noticed it.

"Stu, do you need an ambulance?"

"No, Dee Dee. I don't think so."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he answered painfully."

"There was security that wasn't far away from us, asking if we needed help.

"I'm okay, but I think my husband isn't."

"We can call for an ambulance."

"He doesn't want one," I said.

"We called in one anyway," he said, and felt bad this happened to us.

"I appreciate it."

Stu didn't say anything, but wanted to get up himself when he actually couldn't.

"The ambulance came in thirty minutes after they were called in.

"I'll go with you," I told him.

"Dee Dee, we can't do this now. I used my name when I made reservations," he complained.

"They don't care, Stu. I'm going with you and then we can get checked in."

"I didn't want to start an argument.

"Fine with me. I still want to check in first."

"No, Stu. Ambulance should be here soon."

"Dee Dee, why did it have to happen on our honeymoon?"

"I didn't know how to answer his question.

Tommy interrupted again.

"Then what happened next, Mom?"

"Your father and I had to cancel our honeymoon and saved it until his right arm was healed."

"Ouch. How much longer did he have to wait?"

"About two weeks, I think it was."

"Without accidents to make up for what happened."

"You're right, Tommy. Ever since then your father hasn't had anything. It heals longer when you get older."

"I believe that, Mom. I feel better after this story you just told me about," Tommy said.

"That's good news. Now all we need to do is have you healed the same way your father had back then."

"And I'll try not to complain."