Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 3

"That's us! Well, that's my boss's son. This is his mother." Phoebe caught his attention, pushing Monica forward.

"Ahh, Johnny?" The surgeon lifted his head. "We were on our way to his unit now. The operating theatre is waiting."

"Oh good!" Monica wiped a tear away.

As much as she was ready to get the operation out of the way she was also anxious and hoped the two year old boy wouldn't struggle against anaesthetic. Aside from when she was giving birth, it was the first time in a while that she was kept in at a hospital for serious matters.

"A broken leg from a nasty fall into a dug-up pit, is it?"

She nodded, "It was dinner time, and when I went looking I found him laying at the bottom of it."

"Not to worry, we will get his bones back in place in no time." The surgeon replied.

Monica looked at Phoebe in disbelief at how this doctor was more cheerful than the last one, and didn't once question what cases Johnny's accident.

"I feel so awful that I put him through this." She said again as I they walked along.

"I've seen plenty of this in my time. I assure you, madam, you're doing all right."

"Maybe that last doctor was a moron after all." Phoebe whispered to her as the team flooded into the unit.

Freddie, who was still on the bed with the twins, just as Phoebe and Monica had left them, looked up, "What's going on?"

"Mr Bulsara, I'm Dr Barker. I'll be performing surgery on your little boy's leg." He held his hand out.

"Oh, please. Mercury will do." Freddie sat up a bit, gently laying Johnny back down on the bed.

"Mercury? ...Ah yes, I recognise you now, you sang We Are The Champions!" He stuttered, slightly star struck.

Freddie chuckled as the nurses giggled bashfully, "yes, that's me."

"I wonder how he deals with this so humbly." Monica murmured, rubbing Roshni's head as she lingered at her feet.

"Well, we're here to move Johnny into surgery now." The surgeon put his pen into his top pocket. "If you all can please clear for the nurses to move him onto our operating bed."

"Oh, of course." Monica lifted Roshni out of their road.

"Mummy?!" Johnny looked around skeptically as they lifted his teddy out of his arms and removed the pillow from under his leg.

"Mummy will be with you the whole time, alright?" She handed Roshni to Phoebe, rushing over as they lowered him onto the new bed.

Freddie also rushed to his bedside, wanting to spend each minute he could to soothe him until the time came.

"Sing something, daddy." the surgeon kindly suggested as the team started wheeling him out the door, and Phoebe made sure to grab Freddie's brown leather jacket and shoes off the seat as well as Johnny's bear.

"What would you like me to sing?" He rushed by, sticking as close as he could.

"Anything!" Monica let Johnny squeeze her thumb for dear life as he looked up in fright, the team wheeling him into the wide and narrow elevator.

He tried to think of the most comforting and uplifting song as he stuck close by.

"Open up your mind and let me step inside," he began to sing, rubbing his son's forehead. "Rest your weary head and let your heart decide."