Note: Last chapter and we are done! There will be a new story posted sometime today.

Before everybody knew it, the time came for Perry's appointment with the doctor.

Della offered to drive him. Cindy told him that she was not a morning person.

"Neither was my father," he replied.

"See you in the next case?" Cindy asked.

"Yes. Let's go, Della."

"Did your doctor say what he came up with over the phone?" Della asked as she helped him get into the car.

"He said that he did, but decided to wait until the appointment."

"You still haven't driven since your car was hit."

"This is why I'm wondering if I could do it again so I wouldn't have to depend on you, Paul, Cindy and Hamilton for a ride."

Della offered to go into the doctor's office so she could listen in for the appointment and see what Perry needs done.

"Thank you, Della. There is no telling what we might not understand. I guess you needed to come in so you can hear what he says. When he first called my office with that news, Della, he should have waited when he found out when I passed out and nobody was in the car with me and the ambulance came to take me in."

"That's behind us now, Perry, including your father's case."

"Yes, it is. I was telling Cindy on the way to the office yesterday I felt their spirits in the courtroom when I was taking care of Adam Smith."

"I'm sure you did. Good thing your mother wasn't the one who did it, even though some people thought she did."

"That's why I wanted your friend there, Della, so she could get the idea on what made us stop communicating and she had to get up there."

"Let's go and have you taken care of, Perry. I hope it shouldn't be that long."

He agreed with her.

She was able to find a spot in the handicapped parking lot like Dr. Charles told him to the other day.

She helped him out of the car as he held her hand since he needed to have help.

"Is it hard to walk on your own?" Della asked.

"A little bit. I had to do it with Cindy when we got to the office."

"I'm sure you did. I can see why he called and told you were disabled."

"I can't be, Della. I can't do this."

They were finally in the waiting room, but he put in his name first.

"I'll go see if Dr. Charles is available now and talk with you, Mr. Mason," the receptionist said.

She returned to the desk.

"A nurse is on her way to show you where the office is."

"She's with me," he told her, still holding on to Della's hand.

The nurse finally called his name.

He was still holding onto Della since he still needed her help.

"Dr. Charles should be right with you shortly, Mr. Mason."

"Thank you."

He didn't say much while they waited in the office.

He showed up and came in.

"Glad to see you again, Perry. We can have our chat about your disabilities."

"She's with me, so you don't need to send her to the waiting room. My secretary, Della Steet."

"What does he need done?" Della asked.

"I'm getting to that, Perry. I made up my mind about driving again."

"What is it?"

"Here's what I came up with, Perry. You can drive, but this time this is a test for you. You have only one week and we'll see how it goes. I'm still afraid you might get hit again."

"I understand."

"This time somebody has to be in the car with you. You would not believe on how many patients I lost this year. I don't want to lose you as well, but I got close when I was told from the other doctor before I went to have vacation time."

"What's going to happen in a week?" Della asked.

"Have you been able to start in the handicapped parking lot like I told you to?"

"Yes."

"You still need to do that for the rest of your life. There is no cure for this, Perry. Right now I'm just ordering some stuff and see what works best for you."

"What are you ordering?" Della asked.

"We will start with a wheelchair. From what I saw when I came in, he was holding onto you for help, Ms. Street. The wheelchair isn't full - time yet, but this is a test I want to work on. I also want to start with a different type of car besides the one your mother kept until she died, but for now you can use it until I make up my mind on what kind of car you will need. You already go that parking permit, right?"

"Yes," Perry answered.

"That's taken care of, then."

Della could see why Dr. Charles is being strict with Perry now after what happened in the car accident.

Perry could tell that Dr. Charles was never like this until the accident happened, but understood where he was coming from.

"What else do you recommend?"

"I will have to schedule for an appointment for finding the right diagnosis. We will do that when you finish your week with the car, Perry. Right now I just want to do some test with driving and what to see would work best for you."

"Does he need to have somebody push him if it's wheelchair for now?" Della asked.

"In the beginning, yes."

"What do I do at home?"

"Your house isn't big enough for a wheelchair, Perry, so I would prefer to leave that in your office. I would just use that wheelchair you're out of the office."

"So I can still work?"

"Yes, Counselor. You can still work. I don't want you home all of the time without taking care of clients. They need you as much as I do since I am your doctor."

"What do you want me to do around the house?"

"I am getting to that, Perry. For that, you might just need to hold on to the wall or whatever is closest to you, but we'll still talk about home another time. For now it's just when you're not at home."

"Are we done?" Della asked.

"For now, yes. I will see you in one week, and we'll see what happened with the driving since I saw you today."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome. Remember, be extra careful."

"I will."