Recovery

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"Are...you okay?" Christopher asked, but Thomas had unbluckled and locked his arms around his stomach. Half in tears. "Er...I guess not." He mumbled, before picking up the older broken phone of Thomas'. "What's wrong?" He asked, but Thomas didn't answer. "Brother...is he okay?" Asked the little girl in the back seat. "I...don't know...Cc. Here, call this number." He said, passing the phone back to his sister who hit call on the last number. Christopher couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, just what his sister was saying.

"Hi!"

"No."

"Hes holding his tummy."

"Okay!"

She handed the phone up. "Tommy, you got to talk to him." She said, and Thomas slowly grabbed the phone, and once again, the other end of the phone couldn't be heard.

"It'll...pass..."

"Not...an option."

"Fine."

Thomas hung up the phone, before slowly grabbing his seatbelt and slowly started to drive again. "Are...You okay?" Christopher asked. "...I'll be...fine." Thomas whispered. "What's wrong?" He was asked and Thomas let out a sigh. "Zach told you...about what happened, yeah?" Thomas asked. "About the brothers...yes." He replied. "I'm...pregnant...and it's been explain I'm not...really big enough...I keep having growing pains. Real painful..." He admitted. "If you have a rope, I can drive." He said and Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Your fourteen...like my brother." Thomas said and he nodded. "My nana doesn't like to drive...and I won't ride with people...so she taught me how to drive. It isn't exactly like I should, we can't get the steering wheel until I get my permit at fifteen, but it will work...I just need to know exactly where we are going." He said and Thomas hated to agree...but he just wanted to lay down.

With his brick and a rope, and the few minutes it's took for Thomas to get out, grab his chair, him get into the chair, into the driver sit, the chair out back and Thomas climbing into the passenger sit to lay it has far back as it would go, Christopher started the drive to the base.

Thomas was asleep when Christopher pulled into the number house parking spot Thomas told him about. With the light crying done before Thomas went to sleep, He didn't want him woke. Harry sent Narcissa out their to greet the car, when He seen the boy in the driver seat. Harry followed, but kept back. Narcissa opened the passenger side door. "Hi!" Waved the girl in the back. "Why, hello there. How long as Tommy been asleep?" She asked, and she looked at her brother to answer. "Most of the ride...I thought it be better to let him sleep." Christopher answered. "He'll be okay for a couple more minutes, but he will have to be grabbed out." She said. "That's fine..." He whispered, and she made the slow walk back to the front door, calling out a name, Christopher couldn't hear from where he was, and watched Harry slowly go back inside the house. Narcissa made her way back over to the car, opening the driver side. "How did you drive?" She asked, and he pulled the brick up onto his lap. "I...keep to back roads when possible." He admitted. "You can get yourself out if I grab your chair? I don't really...have anybody else I could call." She admitted. "No, no. I can move myself." He quickly replied.

Teddy soon carried Thomas into the house who only whined slightly at being half woken up. "Where am I putting him?" Teddy asked, being followed by the little girl and Christopher. Harry, who was sitting down on the couch, his leg up on the coffee table. "Their room, send Zachary down, would you? I also need my phone, I left it upstairs. I need to call his doctor. I fear they are happening to often." Harry said and Teddy nodded, slowly talking the once again sleep Thomas, upstairs. "Narcissa doesn't move to quickly these days, but will come. Just call her name. My sister in law is also next door, with her husband and small child if you become too overwhelmed. She's got a place you can rest." Harry said. "I...should be fine...I guess." He mumbled, not at all really believe that. "Your grandma's overwhelmed, isn't she?" Harry asked and after a sigh. "Yeah...She's...not so able body anymore...cc is really active...and we'll...I got my own problem." He mumbled. "Well, Narcissa had a long talk with your grandma just a bit ago. She's willing to help, she's able to travel some, but she's homeschooling the kids here. Your grandma-" Harry started. "Nana..." He somewhat mumbled and Harry nodded. "Your Nana is okay with your sister staying here for a while, and recommends you do to, but understands the difficulties you have. So, my sister in law is going to come talk to you, later." Harry said. "I...don't...want to go back and forth...just...don't corner me..." He whispered. "You'll be safe here, Christopher. Your Nana just needs a break, I'm sure you understand?" He said. "... she's sick again, isn't she?" He whispered. "She'll be okay, but yes." Harry confirmed, before Zachary came down, holding the fussy Ruth on his hip. "Alright Harry. She won't stop fussy." Zachary whined, dropping the baby on his lap. "She's hungry." Harry said, Christopher still out of his view. "Mary just made them a whole bottle!" He fussed, getting handed the girl baby. "Apple sauce. Grandma hasn't finished making the baby food yet. She'll stop fussing." Harry said and he let out a sigh, before putting Ruth back on his hip and turning toward the kitchen.

That's when he seen Christopher and realized what his brother had been up too. He really went to go get him. "Hi..." Zachary said, a bit embarrassed, getting a light smile, before Zachary got a baby hit by Ruth and she whined out.