Note: We see Perry and Della's daughter in the story, but have we figured out what she does? Read and review.

The next day arrived.

Perry and Della were up early because of the appointment. Let's go see what the doctor has to say what they need to do with his disabilities and if the stuff had arrived yet.

Again Dr. Charles had surgery that needed to be done after the appointment with Perry and Della.

"Hello, Perry. How are you this morning?" a woman behind a computer asked.

Perry had to hold on to Della because he couldn't do it by himself anymore like he used to.

"Nervous."

"I understand, Perry. I'll tell Dr. Charles you're here."

"Thank you."

They didn't bother sitting down.

The woman returned.

"He's just arriving now also, Perry. Let me show you where the office is."

"Thank you," he repeated.

Della saw he still looked nervous.

"It's going to be okay, Perry."

"I don't know what to think, Della. Nervous is all I can say."

"I understand, Perry. Maybe we can go to breakfast before the office."

"Good idea."

So they were with the doctor for a while. Once they were shown to the office, Perry and Della didn't have long to wait, so they talked about the case he let Cindy take over.

"Do you think she will solve this case?" Della asked.

"I hope so. I would hate it if she didn't. It's only for a test, I told her."

"And she was fine with that?"

"Yes, Della. I told her the next thing to do was talk with June and Jeffrey. I need to call and let him know Cindy would be stopping by."

"How did you know Jeffrey?"

"We used to be neighbors across the street. We connected almost immediately."

Della often pictured what Perry was like before coming to law school, but didn't hear many stories about that. He likes to keep law and family separate, which was true.

"I'm sure Jeffrey Taylor would understand that you have somebody new working with us."

"Of course he will. I just don't know about the idea Cindy came up with. She didn't to go to school like I did."

"What idea did Cindy have, Perry?" Della asked when Dr. Charles let himself in.

"Hello, Perry. How are you today?" Dr. Charles asked.

Perry will have to answer Della's question after they were finished with the doctor.

"Just nervous."

"I understand. You look like it too."

"What do you want us to do, Dr.?" Della asked.

"Since he's disabled now, I ordered some stuff. A couple of them came in today."

"He really can't walk much anymore, can he?" Della asked.

"Not from what happened with that car accident from what I heard with the doctor who took care of him. I know he would have agreed with me on that part."

"What did you order?" Perry asked.

"Some of it got cancelled out because they don't sell it anymore. First thing I did was order some prescriptions. I should have called earlier when I ordered them, but I've been busy with surgery a lot lately I forgot to call you about it. Let's make this appointment short because I have surgery to get to."

"How many patients have you lost this year?"

"Ms. Street, you don't want to know. Some of them from around the same time when Perry had his accident case, but not from cars or airplanes. I can tell you that."

"How many have you lost this year?" Perry asked.

"Over a hundred, I would guess. It's hard to keep track, Perry. Since you started disability when the accident happened, walking would be hard for you, Perry. That's what your other doctor noticed when you showed up at the hospital that day. If you're going to walk, then I will give you a cane. Rest of the time it's a wheelchair or hold onto something."

"Was that one of the things you ordered?" Della asked.

"A wheelchair? Yes. We start that today after the appointment. And pick up the prescriptions at the pharmacy. We can get the cane another time."

"That means no more driving?"

"Exactly, Perry. It just would be too much for you, even though you haven't done anything since the accident happened. The wheelchair is right outside the office. We will just use the wheelchair when you go out into public, Perry, including court."

Perry remembered what Tragg had said.

"I did talk with the police too. One of the officers said I could be hurt for the rest of my life."

This was worth sharing with Dr. Charles.

"I have to agree with him, Counselor. It looks like it because of what happened in court when you were on the witness stand," Dr. Charles replied.

"So you're still in the handicapped parking lot, Perry. I know it's not fun, but you need to be somewhere when in the parking lot."

Then the doctor told him and Della what disabilities he has and how to use the medication and other things that he diagnosed Perry with.

Dr. Charles looked at his watch.

"Only five more minutes, and I'm out to surgery. How about if we test out the wheelchair now and we can set up an appointment for next week to see how it's coming with the chair and medication? The cane should be in whenever it's ready. Not sure when it's coming."

"What do you want to do about his house?" Della asked.

"I still need to work on that. Let me show you how to use the wheelchair."

So they all got up and he opened the door and found the chair right outside like Dr. Charles had said.

From what they both saw, Paul, Della and Cindy would have to take turns pushing the chair.

"Sorry if I scared you back then, Dr. Charles."

"Accidents happen, Counselor. Like I said at the last appointment, you can still work since a lot of people need you to defend them in court. Maybe I will give a patient to you, Counselor."

"Not unless they say something."

Dr. Charles showed them a few times on how the wheelchair worked so they would get the idea.

"Wait until Paul sees this," Perry told Della as they went back into the office.

Della gave him a quick pat on the shoulders.

"Sorry, Perry."

"This is embrassing."

"I will make sure you set up an appointment for next week and I will check on you again then, Counselor. Be extra careful like I have said before. I'll have somebody help you with the chair to the car, Ms. Street."

"Thank you."

Now Perry had a wheelchair, Della couldn't blame him for not being able to walk much anymore. From what happened in the last one, he was on the witness stand answering questions about the car accident and somehow passed out in front of the judge and court. It now made sense why Dr. Charles wanted him to be in a wheelchair in case this happened again.

"I'm headed out to surgery now, so I'll have one of the ladies help you set up for next week, Counselor."

Della pushed Perry to the waiting room so they could get checked in for the next appointment and have someone help them get the wheelchair in her car.

"It'll feel weird for a while until we get used to it, Perry."

"I know, Della. I am glad I never told her about it. Mom was just going through too much grief when you, Paul and I found out I was disabled."

"Good thing she didn't have to know about it," Della agreed as she closed the passenger's side of the car and getting into the driver's seat.

"I don't know how Paul would react to this since we've never done this before."

"We'll find out, Perry. I'm sure Cindy would be able to help out."

"She has to and agreed to it when we had a chat."

"Glad you both had a chance to chat about what to do on a case when it shows up."

"It's because we've never had two private detectives before and she does something else besides this."

"I know, Perry. Let's see how well she can do with this case. If she doesn't solve it, then what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought of that one yet," Perry answered.

"You'll come up with something. Maybe Paul could help her out more when his vacation is over."

"Let's wait and see, Della."