Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 3

Johnny's whimpers had hushed, and the team had turned silent as he continued to sing along to Play the Game.

But once the elevator doors swung open, commotion kicked back in.

He had to sing louder and project his voice as they wheeled him down another corridor, this time more daunting than the last one.

"Which one of you is going to stay?" The surgeon asked.

"I'll volunteer." Monica answered within a trice.

"You might as well take this then." Phoebe handed her his bear.

The team stopped them when they reached the double door, "You're not allowed to go past without protective gear at this point."

Freddie looked helplessly at Monica, "What am I supposed to do?!"

"Go home, it's late. Roshni should've been put to bed an hour ago." She let them wheel Johnny away.

"But I never got to say goodbye-"

"I'll give him your love." Monica kissed Roshni's head. "And you be a good little girl for daddy and Feebs, okay?"

"Mumma no!" Her lip trembled as her hands grabbed onto her mother's shirt.

"I have to go be with your brother, he's very frightened right now." She explained softly, prying her little fingers off.

Freddie looked into the window of the double doors as they gently started putting a hospital gown on Johnny, then he stepped back.

"Don't let him out of your sight." He pulled Monica into his arms as Phoebe started comforting Roshni.

"I doubt the hospital would let that happen..." Her breath hitched as she pressed her face into his neck.

"Oh darling, you're doing wonderful." He pulled away slightly and kissed her head.

"Mummy, we need you now." A nurse placed a hand on her shoulder.

Freddie watched as she, with terrified tears in her eyes, was dragged away into the double doors.

"Call the house when it's over!" Phoebe managed to shout, patting Roshni's back.

A silence followed the sound of the double doors slamming closed, with only the muffled speech of the nurses behind them. Freddie looked through the window and watched as one of the nurses threw a blue overgarment into Monica's arms. Fumbling, she pulled it on and stood by the bedside, holding the boy's head still with the help of one of the nurses as the kind Doctor Barker started looking for a vein in his arm to insert the drip in.

Tears fell from Freddie's eyes as he watched Johnny thrashing in pain, Monica desperately holding him down.

"We should go." Phoebe put his hand on his shoulder.

"But how do I know he is going to be alright?"

"He will be fine! Just let the doctors do what it is that they have to do." He reassured him.

"Daddy..." Roshni whined over Phoebe's shoulder.

"Yes, love" he reached over and rubbed her head.

"I hungry... and this place scary!" She complained.

"How about we go out to eat, take our minds off of it, eh?" Phoebe set her down on the ground, holding her hand.

"We can make a stop at Pontevegio's," Freddie sighed. "Might as well refuel on pizza before we answer all the worried telephone calls waiting."

"Good idea." Phoebe dug through his pocket for the car keys.

"Pizza! Pizza!!" Roshni babbled excitedly, clapping her hands.