Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 2

"Alright, but when will he be able to walk on it again?" She studied the x ray, then her own son's leg propped on her lap.

"That depends on the healing period. In the meantime he shall have to be carried around, then after a week or two he will be able crawl around." The doctor straightened up the documents in his hand, then handed them to Phoebe.

"Wait, why can't he have a bloody wheelchair?" Freddie uttered in slight aggravation.

"Oh Fred, use a bit of common sense." Monica thought, rolling her eyes when he wasn't looking,

"Sir, please don't use language like that in my office. Wheel chairs are recommended for more serious injuries such as the thigh bone," the doctor received another list from a member of staff, and put it on his clipboard. "One thing you can do is find a way to get rid of that pacifier though, he's sucking on it awfully hard."

"Well, I think it's soothing him and offering him some pain relief." Monica agreed that Johnny was attached to his dodo, especially when he was scared.

"Well, little boys need to learn how to self soothe," the doctor casually started, reading through the A&E list. "And, if he sucks on that 'dodo' any longer right until he starts school he's going to end up with horsey teeth like that ugly bloke in that band."

"Who? Robin Gibb?"  Freddie spoke up.

"Freddie Mercury*, I believe he's-"

"Well did it ever bloody occur to you that Freddie Mercury happens to be his father?!" The man roared, lunging at him across the desk and knocking over pots of pens in the process.

"Freddie, stop!" Monica grabbed his arm as the two infants whimpered in fright, and the doctor looked back at him in disbelief.

Freddie stayed firmly hunched as he eyed the doctor with fury, arms trembling and ignoring Phoebe tugging his his sleeve and pleading, "Don't do it, Fred. Not in front of your children."

The doctor's examination office was silent.

"Why, maybe I-I just didn't check your name on the form properly- oh, what do you know? There it uhm-that's it, Frederick Mercury." The Doctor was now nervy.

"Really? Well, isn't that nice," Freddie snarled, allowing Phoebe to sit him back down, and he stayed hunched in his seat as Roshni ran back to her mother. "You're as incompetent as I thought-"

"Freddie, stop it! You're frightening them!" Monica hissed, rubbing her daughter's head as she lingered by her side.

He sighed, and sat back down, "I apologise for my actions, doctor. Is there anything else you need to discuss with us?"

The man fixed his tie a little,  "Well, just looking at this, it has come to my attention that the boy fell into a hole and wasn't found until you both went looking for him. I am obliged to call social services and have a right to question such neglect-"

"It was a mistake! We didn't bloody know he'd fall in there, alright?" Freddie snapped across him.

Monica shook his arm to stop him, "Please don't cause a scene!"

He huffed and looked away, "I'm sorry. Just... doctor, it was an unfortunate accident. We have only had the hole for a few days. I mean, there are young families with mad dogs that savage little children-"

"It's true, Doctor. We are all still getting used to the big hole in the garden." Phoebe cut across him just in time, not daring mention that he and Freddie had been away.

"Who are you, sir? The boy's uncle?" The doctor raised a brow.

"No sir, I'm his dad's personal assistant." Phoebe blushed slightly.