Fidd and Ford.

Chapter 7

"He we are" Fiddleford said as they drove up to the cabin. "Oh, I missed this place" Ford chuckled. "come on let's get you inside" Fiddleford clambered out of the car and ran to the passenger side. Splatters of rain began to fall. "Perfect" Fidd grumbled holding out a hand and looking up to the sky. He opened up the car door and unbuckled Stanford. "Do you want your wheelchair?" Fidd asked.
"No. I think I will be fine" Ford said as Fiddleford helped him out of the car. The rain was falling harder now. It was drumming against the the hood of the car. Fidd helped ford hobble to the front porch. Fiddleford had one arm around ford and the house key in the other. He frantically tried to unlock the door. "damm key!" Fidd exclaimed. Soon the door opened.

Fidd helped carry Ford through the door way. "I will be fine on my own Fidd" Ford said trying to release himself from Fidd's arm. "Oh no you don't, your going to bed to rest" Fiddleford demanded and kept hold of Ford . "But, I have work to do.." Ford mumbled, looking toward the elevator. "Nope, you have resting to do" Fidd told him and walked him to his bedroom.

Fiddleford placed Ford in his bed and pulled the covers over him. "Now you stay here" Fidd ordered. Ford just looked up at him and smirked. "I mean it Ford, I was worried sick about you. It was hard for me not drink away my pain and now your in my care you will be doing nothing more that resting in bed".
"Okay" Ford agreed and began to get comfortable in his bed. "Wanna lay here with me?" Ford suggested. "No. thats how you got in this mess". Ford looked confused. Fiddleford huffed and began to explain "If we didn't do what we did yesterday, we wouldn't have made plans, I wouldn't have got upset when you couldn't keep your promise about those plans, then you wouldn't have tried to make it up to me and you wouldn't have slipped and hurt your arm. See?".
"Fidd you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened, it was a misfortunate turn of events". Ford looked up at Fiddleford with kind eyes and smiled.
"I know" Fiddleford mumbled. "But I have to go out and get some food". Fidd leaned down and kissed ford on the forehead. "I love you" Ford whispered. "I love you more" Fidd whispered back. "That is highly improbable" Ford chuckled as Fiddleford began to walk away from his bed side. "I will be back in about an hour. Don't leave that bed." Fiddleford smiled and left the room.