Molly unlocked the gate and drove out to the main road. Once they were within a couple of miles from the hospital, she pulled over, pulled out her cell phone and called the X-ray department. She told them to have everything set up by the time they arrived, and to have a wheelchair at the door waiting. She also called Doctor Pain, and left a message with his answering service. Molly didn’t want to alarm Marcel, but the bruises looked really bad to her.<br/><br/>She pulled back on the road, and turned on the radio, volume on low. The uncle Jerry’s comedy fishing show was playing. Molly smiled, “aw, cool, I haven’t heard this in a while," she thought to herself. Uncle Jerry was announcing an end of the summer contest. She listened to the rules and thought if only she could enter this year, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen, not this year any ways.<br/><br/>Molly shut off the radio, and looked over at Marcel. Soundly sleeping, she smiled thinking, “I have a fine catch right here, and I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Not even a new fishing boat.” She pulled into the parking lot of the hospital when Marcel yelled, “YeeHaaaaa, Dukey!” Molly almost jumped out of her seat. “What the...” She laughed, he must be having some kind of dream. She gathered her purse, and placed her keys inside it. Got out of the car and went to the other side.<br/>Marcel mumbled something about babies, Clara and her name was mentioned. She shook her head, and decided to go get the wheel chair before waking him.<br/><br/>She turned to go and noticed the orderly coming with the wheel chair. “Thank you,” she said.<br/>“Marcel, Marcel, we are here, wake up.” Molly softly touched his shoulder. "Come on Marcel, let’s get you checked out.”