While waiting, Davy decided to leave a note for Mike and Peter. With trembling hands, he quickly wrote down: Micky fell off his horse. Come to the City Hospital! After giving it to the girl he had showed to Micky earlier, he hurried to catch a ride in the ambulance.
Davy waited while the doctor made sure Micky was okay. Why did the time seem to be going so slow? He sighed, wishing there was something around that would give him something to think about.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Pulling into the parking lot of the stables, Mike was ready to pick up Micky and Davy. Peter was currently pouting, he hadn't been ready to leave the park, he had been having too much fun!
"Hello," Mike greeted a young woman as he walked in.
"Hi there," she said. "Would you like two?"
"Two what?" Peter asked.
"Horses. . .this is a stable," she reminded him.
"No, no, we're not here for riding," Mike told her. "We're here to pick up some of our friends."
"Oh! Well, if they're not ready," she shrugged, then pointed over to a bench, "you can wait over there."
"Thank you. . ." Mike replied.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Davy was flipping through a magazine, when someone sat down next to him; but he didn't pay much attention.
"Davy? What are you doing here?" the person asked.
Davy looked up immediately, he knew that voice! "Sheila?"
She giggled, "Yep, it's me." Sighing tiredly, she added, "This is why I had to cancel our date; my cousin broke his leg, and I needed to come here with him. I'm still really sorry about that!"
"You couldn't help it," Davy shrugged. "I'm here because Micky and I went horse-back riding, and he fell off his horse. . ."
Sheila's eyes widened, and her hand covered her mouth, "Oh my. . . I hope he's alright!"
"I couldn't tell, he was unconscious," Davy told her regretfully. "But I'll know as soon as the doctor tells me."
"Oh, well I--" a doctor waved at her from across the room. "I have to go take my cousin home now." She stood up, but before leaving, told him, "I really hope Micky's alright. . .I'm sure he is!"
"Thanks," Davy smiled, and watched her as she left. He went back to his magazine, thankful it was about music!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Mike checked his watch for the hundredth time. Where were those two? They wouldn't ignore the pick-up time, would they? No, of course not! Maybe they were having too much fun? No, he still didn't think so. Whatever their reason, he was not getting happy.
The young woman walked by them, cleaning. "Are you still waiting?"
"Yes," Mike sighed impatiently.
"You know what," she said, trying to be helpful. "I could give your friends a call over the loudspeaker."
"Would you?" Mike asked hopefully. "Please; that would really help."
"Sure," she chuckled. "What are their names?"
"David Jones and Micky Dolenz," Mike informed her.
The girl repeated the names slowly and quietly, as if to herself. Then she realized, "Oh! Are you Mike Nesmith and Peter Tork?"
"Yes, we are," Peter said, a hint of curiousness in his voice. "Why?"
"I have this note for you," going over to the counter, she reached back and grabbed Davy's note. "Mister Jones asked me to give this to you," she handed it to them, then decided to give them some privacy, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Peter asked, as Mike read the note. "For what?"
Mike was stunned. Davy's note was short and quick, not really descriptive. "For. . . probably for. . . uh, nevermind, we need go," he said quickly.
"Go where?" Peter asked; he was getting confused.
"Micky got hurt," Mike informed him. "We have to go to the hospital."
"Is he okay?" Peter asked cautiously.
"I don't know. What I told you is all the note says!" Mike replied, worried.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When a doctor came out, Davy recognized him as the doctor who had taken care of Micky. "Is Micky alright?"
"Yes," the doctor nodded. "He's going to be fine. . .got a nasty bump on his head, though. That might be sore for a while, but otherwise, he appears to be fine. In fact, as soon as he wakes up, he can go home."
Davy felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. . .a weight of worry! He sighed and asked, "What should I do while I'm waiting?"
"Oh, you can go on and wait in his room," the doctor told him.
"Thank you," Davy smiled. But he hesitated; he wasn't sure what he should do. Should he go and wait for Micky to wake up? Or should he wait for Mike and Peter? It had already been a while; they should have been there already. He stood still and looked around, thinking.
The doctor looked up from what he was doing, and reminded Davy, "You can go on and wait."
"Yeah, but I. . ." he nodded, "Okay. I have some friends who should be coming any minute; will you tell them where I am?"
The doctor nodded, and went back to what he was doing.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Mike pulled the car into the hospital parking lot. Rushing into the building, they immediately went to the front desk and asked about Micky. The nurse pointed them in the direction of Micky's room, and they hurried off.
When they saw Davy, they felt relieved, and hoped for some news. But before Davy could tell them anything, he had to calm them down. They both felt much better when they learned Micky was, in fact, okay!
So. . .they got comfortable, and were prepared to wait. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was getting pretty late, and all the other Monkees had drifted off to sleep. Micky opened his eyes slowly. He had a throbbing pain in his head, and he felt very confused. He groaned and put his hand up to where it hurt.
Peter, who had been halfway between sleep and awareness, sensed something different. Opening his eyes, he saw Micky was awake. Waking up Mike and Davy, the three walked over to Micky's bed.
"Hey Micky, how's your head?" Davy asked.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked at the same time.
"How do you feel?" Mike asked, also at the same time.
Realizing they had all spoken at the same time, they broke out laughing. Until they realized Micky wasn't laughing.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked, worried.
Micky looked at Davy, "My head feels terrible!" he turned his gaze to Peter, "Yeah, I'm fine!" and finally, he looked at Mike, "Besides my headache, I feel fine." Then, looking at all of them at once, "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did. . ." Peter told him matter-of-factly.
Davy rolled his eyes, and held back a chuckle.
"Sure," Mike said to Micky. "What do you want?"
"Who are you?" Micky asked curiously. "Do I know any of you?"