Fidd and Ford.

Chapter 6

Fiddleford was so excited to go and pick up Ford from the hospital. He couldn't help but release a few screams of excitement on the car ride there.

As he stepped into the reception area of the accident and emergency ward, he couldn't help but have a huge grin on his face. He strolled up to the reception desk "I'm here to pick up Stanford Pines"  Fiddleford asked whilst impatiently drumming his fingers on the reception desk. " yes, take a seat, he should be out in a couple of minutes" the receptionist pointed over to the grey, beaten down chairs that remain slumped in the waiting area.

Minuets passed. Fidd was becoming a little agitated. He was drumming his fingers against his leg, then his arm and the chair. Suddenly, the doors to the ward opened. Fiddleford sat up in excitement. Multiple thoughts raced through his mind 'was this him, was he okay....'

Ford was being wheeled thought the double doors by a nurse. "FORD" Fiddleford couldn't help but yelp in excitement. He jumped to his feet and briskly walked over to his beaten up lover. Fidd was about to lean in for a kiss on Fords cheek but restrained himself. He just gave him a hug. "Ouch" ford groaned, his body was soar from all the treatment he underwent. "sorry about that" he looked down at Ford. He almost gasped out loud in horror of the condition he saw Ford in. He had a bandage wrapped all the way up his right arm. His eyes were droopy, obviously sleep deprived, but that didn't surprise Fiddleford.

"He needs to take two pills a day, one in the morning and one in the evening, to relief the pain" the nurse said while handing Fidd a bottle of white pills.
"His bandages also need to be reapplied every two days" the nurse demanded.
Fidd nodded in agreement as he took in everything the nurse was saying.  The nurse then left, confident Fiddleford knew what he was doing.
Fiddleford then grabbed hold of the wheelchair handles and wheeled Ford out of the hospital.

He helped him in into the passenger seat of the car. Then out of pure excitement began to plant many fast little kisses all over Ford's face. "I am so glad that you are okay" Fiddleford said as he pulled away from all of the kisses. "I am too" Ford chuckled. Fidd then helped Stanford buckle up before closing the car door and moving around to the drivers seat. He gave a huge smile over at Ford before they drove out of the car park.

Half way through the the car trip Stanford asked a question " tell me Fiddleford, honestly, you didn't do anything...irrational. Did you?" ford looked over at Fidd with a concerned look in his eyes. Fiddleford looked away and didn't reply. "Oh, tell me you didn't" Ford pleaded. "It was just one glass of wine" Fiddleford mumbled, still refusing to look at Stanford. Ford gave out a long sigh "well, if you say it was one glass and you didn't touch a cigarette" Ford paused and looked over at Fidd "I'm proud. I know that must have taken a lot of control. Under all that stress" he smiled. Fiddleford looked over at Ford and gave a loving smile with soft, kind eyes. Nothing else was said the rest of the car ride, only a few groans from Ford and the exchange of loving looks at one another.