*Mike's POV*

We took Alice to the ER. Trudy was crying her eyes out. We were waiting by her bed. I saw Alice move a bit.

"Alice's strurrin'," I said.

Micky walked outside to find the doctor. The doctor walked in.

"She awake?"

"I think so. Alice, can you hear me?"

Alice moaned and opened her eyes

"Where am I? Mike is that you?"

"Yes it's me, you're in the hospital, emergency room. Me, the guys and your mama are here."

"Oh baby!" Trudy said.

Trudy walked to Alice still crying.

"Mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"I can't see you."

Trudy froze. We all did.

"Alice, honey. You can't see?"

"Not a darn thing!"

Alice started to tear up. The doctor walked to her. He looked at her eyes.

"What happened?"

"I fell down the stairs at my friend's house, we were playing tag out of boredom, I was it. I ran down the stairs, I tripped and fell, after that, I blacked out."

"Tag is for kids."

"We know but we were too bored for anything else," Peter said.

"So, you hit your head after a bad fall."

"Her head was bleeding, a little," Micky said.

"Well, Miss. Alice, you got yourself a concussion, and blindness in both eyes, don't worry, blindness in a concussion is commonly temporary. I'm gonna prescribe you with Acetaminophen, also known as Tylenol, to help relieve the pain. I would suggest you purchase some saltine crackers to help your upcoming nausea."

"I feel sick."

"There it is. Take care of her Ms. Denver, you can use the boys' assistance as well."

Alice was resting in her room. We were at the pad. The rest of that day was depressing.

"I always thought concussions were for football players," Micky said.

"No Micky. It can happen to everybody," I replied.

We were silent again until Peter started sniffling.

"Peter?"

He started crying.

"Peter, buddy, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I shouldn't have said it!"

"What Pete, you shouldn't have said what?"

"I shouldn't have said I was bored, this wouldn't have happened to Alice!"

"Pete," Micky said.

"Peter," I said.

"It's nobody's fault Pete, it was an accident," Davy said.

"You know what'll cheer you up?" I asked.

"My impression of the imitable James Cagney?" Micky asked.

"No, not what I was gonna say. How about if we check on her later on?"

"Ok."

"Good-great!"

We were silent again.