Chapter 93: doctor visit

The next morning, the house slowly came to life as the boys stirred awake. The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air, signaling Mrs. Faulkner was already up and making breakfast. Jordan stretched, wincing slightly from his sore leg, while Tyler remained curled up against him, still fast asleep.

"Ty, wake up," Jordan murmured, nudging him gently. Tyler let out a groggy whine but eventually sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Morning, Daddy Jordy," he mumbled sleepily, making Jordan chuckle despite himself.

Across the room, Noah sat up from his sleeping mat, looking around in mild disbelief. "Okay, yeah, this is definitely the strangest sleepover ever."

Evan yawned as he stretched, feeling surprisingly well-rested for once. "You get used to it," he said, climbing out of bed.

Jake and Alex were already stirring in their playpen, blinking sleepily as Miss Harper entered the room. "Alright, boys, let’s get those diapers checked and changed before breakfast," she said cheerfully. Noah’s face turned red as he quickly turned away.

After a round of morning diaper changes for those who needed them, the boys all made their way downstairs, where Mrs. Faulkner was setting plates of pancakes and bacon on the table. "Good morning, boys. Dig in before it gets cold."

Jordan limped to the table and sat down, immediately being handed a glass of orange juice by Tyler. "Thanks, Ty," he said, ruffling his hair. Tyler just beamed in response.

As they ate, Mrs. Faulkner glanced at Jordan. "So, what’s the plan for today? You need to take it easy with that leg."

Jordan sighed. "I know. I was just gonna hang out here with the guys. Maybe watch a movie or something."

Evan perked up. "Can we go back to daycare later?" he asked, surprising even himself.

Mrs. Faulkner smiled. "Of course, Evan. If that’s where you want to go, we’ll make it happen."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you actually want to go to daycare?"

Evan shrugged. "Yeah, it’s kinda nice. No stress, just playing and being a kid for a bit."

Jake grinned. "Sounds like someone’s starting to enjoy the Faulkner life."

Jordan smirked. "Trust me, it grows on you."

As they finished up breakfast, Mrs. Faulkner clapped her hands together. "Alright, boys. Get dressed and ready for the day. Jordan, take it easy. And the rest of you—behave."

As the boys started getting up from the table, Mrs. Faulkner turned to Jordan with a serious expression. "Considering you're still limping, I want to take you to get checked up at the doctor."

Jordan groaned. "Do I have to? It’s just a little sore."

Mrs. Faulkner gave him a look. "No arguing. If something's wrong, we need to know now rather than later."

Jordan sighed in defeat. "Fine. But can we at least stop for ice cream after?"

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled. "We’ll see. Now, finish up and get ready."

After breakfast, Jordan slowly made his way upstairs to change. Slipping into a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants, he carefully put on his sneakers, wincing slightly as he tied them. He glanced in the mirror, sighing at the sight of his bandaged leg before heading back downstairs.

Mrs. Faulkner was already waiting by the door, car keys in hand. "Let’s go, kiddo."

Jordan followed her outside, sliding into the passenger seat of the minivan. As they pulled out of the driveway, he leaned his head back against the seat, watching the familiar streets pass by.

"Thanks for taking me," he muttered, his voice softer now. "I know I complain, but... I appreciate it."

Mrs. Faulkner glanced at him with a small smile. "I know, sweetheart. That’s what family does."

As they drove toward the doctor’s office, Jordan felt a small sense of relief. No matter what happened, he knew he wasn’t facing it alone.

After they arrived at the doctor's office, Mrs. Faulkner checked them in, and they sat in the waiting room. Fifteen minutes later, a nurse stepped out and called, "Jordan Carter?"

Jordan took a deep breath and stood up, still favoring his injured leg. Mrs. Faulkner placed a reassuring hand on his back as they followed the nurse into the examination room.

The nurse checked Jordan’s vitals, noting his blood pressure and heart rate before jotting down notes on her clipboard. "The doctor will be right in," she said before stepping out, leaving Jordan and Mrs. Faulkner alone in the small room.

Jordan swung his legs lightly, trying to ignore the lingering discomfort. "Think they’ll just give me some painkillers and send me home?"

Mrs. Faulkner sighed. "I hope that’s all it is, but we need to be sure. You took a pretty nasty fall, and if there’s any serious injury, we need to address it now."

Jordan nodded, trying to mask his nerves. A few minutes later, the door opened, and the doctor walked in, flipping through Jordan’s file. "Alright, Jordan, let’s take a look at that leg."

The doctor performed a few tests, having Jordan walk, stretch, and attempt to put weight on his leg. Jordan winced through some of the movements but pushed through. After a few minutes, the doctor nodded. "Alright, I’m going to send you for some X-rays just to be sure. Once we have those back, we’ll go over what’s next."

Jordan sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. "Alright. Let’s get it over with."

Mrs. Faulkner gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as the nurse returned to escort him to the imaging room. Jordan took a deep breath, bracing himself for what the results might bring.

After a few moments, the doctor returned, hanging up the X-rays on the lightboard. He gave Jordan a small smile before saying, "Good news and bad news, Jordan. The good news is nothing is broken. The bad news is your knee is dislocated."

Jordan’s stomach sank. "So... what now?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses. "We’re going to have to reset it. It’ll be painful, but it’s necessary. After that, you’ll need to stay off it for a while and go through physical therapy."

Jordan groaned. "Great... just what I wanted."

Mrs. Faulkner squeezed his hand. "You’ll get through this, sweetheart."

The doctor nodded. "We’ll need to do this quickly. I’d recommend biting down on something as I set it, and Mrs. Faulkner, I’d suggest holding him down."

Mrs. Faulkner handed Jordan a hairbrush to bite down on and firmly held his arms. The doctor took a steady breath. "Alright, Jordan. On the count of three... One, two—"

Before Jordan could brace himself, the doctor swiftly reset his knee.

Jordan let out a muffled yell, his whole body tensing as pain shot through him. Mrs. Faulkner tightened her grip, keeping him steady. After a few agonizing seconds, the pain dulled slightly, and Jordan slumped back, panting.

The doctor chuckled. "It’s always easier when the patient least expects it. Now, let’s get you into a brace and set you up with crutches."

Now outfitted with a cast and crutches, Jordan made his way to the minivan. Mrs. Faulkner started the car and smiled at him. "You did good, Jordan. I’m proud of you. And you definitely earned that ice cream."

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Mrs. Faulkner pulled into the ice cream stand's parking lot and turned to Jordan. "Okay, kiddo, what do you want? I'll go get it—I want you off that leg as much as possible."

Jordan leaned back against the seat, stretching his sore leg slightly. "Cookies and cream in a waffle cone," he said with a small grin. "And, uh… can I get extra sprinkles?"

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled. "You got it. Stay put, I'll be right back."

As she stepped out, Jordan sighed, rubbing his knee through the brace. The dull ache reminded him of how much today had taken out of him. He glanced at his crutches resting against the door, still getting used to the fact that he'd be relying on them for a while.

A few moments later, the passenger door opened, and Noah climbed in, looking surprised. "Dude, what happened to you?"

Jordan smirked. "You missed a fun day at school. Let's just say gym class got a little too competitive."

Noah snorted. "You got wrecked, huh?"

"Something like that," Jordan admitted. "What are you doing here?"

"Mrs. Faulkner said she was grabbing ice cream, and I figured I'd tag along. Besides, Evan and Tyler wanted chocolate cones, and Jake and Alex wanted milkshakes. Basically, she needed an extra pair of hands."

Jordan shook his head with a chuckle. "Of course they did."

Just then, Mrs. Faulkner returned with a tray filled with frozen treats, handing Jordan his cone first. "Here you go, sweetheart. And yes, I got extra sprinkles," she said with a wink.

"You're the best," Jordan said before taking a bite.

Noah took the tray from Mrs. Faulkner and balanced it carefully. "Alright, let’s get these back before the little ones start a riot."

As Mrs. Faulkner started the van, Jordan exhaled, feeling a little better despite the pain. Some ice cream, some rest, and the comfort of home—maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all.

(No I have no idea where Noah came from in this scene)

As they pulled into the driveway, Mrs. Faulkner put the van in park and turned to Jordan. "Take your time getting out, sweetheart. Noah, can you take in the ice cream for me?"

"Yeah, I got it," Noah said, carefully grabbing the tray before hopping out of the van and heading inside.

Jordan sighed and reached for his crutches, bracing himself before slowly maneuvering out of the passenger seat. His leg still ached, but at least he could move. As he made his way up the front steps, the door swung open, and Tyler stood there, eyes wide with worry.

"Oh no, Jordy! What did the doctor say?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with concern.

Jordan gave him a tired smile. "Nothing’s broken, but my knee was dislocated. They had to reset it, and now I have to use crutches for a while."

Tyler gasped dramatically and threw his arms around Jordan in a careful but tight hug. "Poor Jordy! I'll take care of you!"

Jordan chuckled, ruffling Tyler’s hair. "Thanks, Ty, but I’ll be fine. Just gotta take it easy."

Inside, Noah had already set the tray of ice cream on the kitchen counter, and Jake, Alex, and Evan had gathered around, eager for their treats. "Hurry up before they melt!" Noah said, passing out the orders.

Mrs. Faulkner followed Jordan inside, watching as Tyler fussed over him like a worried mother hen. "Alright, boys, let’s sit down and enjoy the ice cream before it turns into soup," she said with a chuckle.

Jordan eased himself onto the couch, and Tyler immediately plopped down next to him, eyes still filled with concern. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It’s sore," Jordan admitted, taking a bite of his ice cream. "But I’ll be okay. Just gotta be careful."

Tyler nodded seriously. "Then I’ll be your nurse! I’ll get you whatever you need!"

Jordan smirked. "Alright, Nurse Tyler, I’ll let you know if I need anything."

As the boys enjoyed their ice cream, the atmosphere in the house settled into its usual warmth. Despite the pain, Jordan couldn’t help but feel grateful. He might be stuck on crutches for a while, but at least he had his family—and a dedicated ‘nurse’—to help him through it.

Mrs faulkner then took a picture of Jordan and said I'm sending this to coach Bryant so I can have a discussion with him

Jordan groaned, his spoon pausing midair. "Do you have to?"

Mrs. Faulkner gave him a firm look as she tapped away on her phone. "Yes, I do. Your injury happened at school, and your coach needs to know. Plus, I want to have a discussion with him about what’s been going on in gym class."

Tyler, still hovering close, crossed his arms. "Yeah! Mike tripped Jordy on purpose! He should get in trouble!"

Evan nodded. "Seriously, Coach Bryant should’ve done something about it right away."

Mrs. Faulkner sighed, shaking her head. "Which is exactly why I want to speak with him. If Mike’s being reckless and dangerous, that needs to be addressed."

Jordan slumped back against the couch, taking another bite of his ice cream. "Great. Just what I need—more drama."

Mrs. Faulkner softened, sitting beside him. "I know you don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but this isn’t just about you, Jordan. What if Mike hurts someone else? You’re lucky it wasn’t worse."

Jordan sighed. "I guess..."

Mrs. Faulkner’s phone chimed. She glanced at it and nodded. "Coach Bryant just responded. He wants to meet with me tomorrow."

Jake, who had been quietly enjoying his ice cream, looked up. "Do you think he’ll actually do something about Mike?"

Mrs. Faulkner pursed her lips. "I intend to make sure of it."

Jordan shook his head, knowing there was no arguing with her. "Guess we’ll see what happens..."

As they finished their ice cream, the conversation drifted to lighter topics, but the thought of the upcoming discussion with Coach Bryant lingered in Jordan’s mind. Whatever happened next, he just hoped it wouldn’t make things worse.

Mrs faulkner said Jordan i want you to take a shower and handed him a plastic bag and ducttape.

Jordan looked at the plastic bag and duct tape in his hands, then back at Mrs. Faulkner with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Mrs. Faulkner gave him a knowing look. “You need to keep that cast dry, and this is the best way to do it. Unless you want me to help you take a bath instead?”

Jordan’s face turned red. “Nope! I got it!” He quickly grabbed his crutches and made his way toward the bathroom, muttering under his breath.

Tyler giggled. “Jordy doesn’t wanna be babied.”

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled. “Exactly. But he still needs to be careful.”

Jordan took his time getting to the bathroom, balancing on his crutches as he closed the door behind him. He sat on the closed toilet seat, carefully wrapping the plastic bag around his cast and securing it with the duct tape. He tested it, making sure there were no gaps before sighing.

“This is gonna be a pain…”

With some effort, he managed to get into the shower, letting the warm water wash over him. His leg ached, but at least the rest of him finally felt clean. Once he was done, he carefully dried off, making sure the bag was still intact before unwrapping it.

By the time he made it out, dressed in fresh clothes, he was exhausted. Mrs. Faulkner was waiting with a towel for his hair, shaking her head. “Took you long enough. You okay?”

Jordan sighed, sitting down on the couch. “Yeah… just tired.”

Mrs. Faulkner ruffled his hair. “Then get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

Jordan didn’t argue. He leaned back against the cushions, closing his eyes as the warmth of the house and the comfort of being home finally settled over him.

After a few hours detective singer came by to pick up Noah and seen Jordan with his cast.

Detective Singer raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside, taking one look at Jordan’s cast. “What the hell happened to you, kid?”

Jordan groaned, shifting slightly on the couch. “Gym class. Mike tripped me, and I dislocated my knee.”

Singer let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s rough.” He glanced at Mrs. Faulkner. “Did you have a word with the school about this?”

Mrs. Faulkner folded her arms. “Oh, I plan to. Coach Bryant is getting a call from me, and Principal Watkins is next on my list.”

Singer smirked. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

Mrs. Faulkner raised an eyebrow. “Smart man.”

Noah came running in with his backpack, looking at Jordan’s leg. “Man, you’re always getting hurt.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “Not always.”

Noah shrugged. “Enough that it’s kinda a pattern.”

Evan snickered, and Tyler, who had been curled up next to Jordan, gave Noah a playful glare. “Daddy Jordy is tough!”

Singer chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, Noah, let’s go. Thanks for watching him.”

Mrs. Faulkner smiled. “Anytime.”

As Singer and Noah left, Mrs. Faulkner turned back to Jordan. “You, mister, are taking it easy for the rest of the night.”

Jordan sighed, sinking further into the couch. “Yes, ma’am.”

She then turned to Tyler diaper check young man and a change if required than you can go back to nursing.

Tyler blushed but obediently laid back, letting Mrs. Faulkner check his diaper. She gave him a knowing look and said, “Yep, you need a change.”

Tyler pouted. “But I was comfy…”

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled. “You’ll be comfy again in a fresh one.” She quickly changed him, then patted his hip. “Alright, all done. Now, if you want to go back to nursing, go ahead.”

Tyler beamed and curled back up beside Jordan, resting his head against his chest. Jordan sighed but ruffled Tyler’s hair. “You’re something else, Ty.”

Tyler just smiled, content as he nestled against his ‘Daddy Jordy’ for comfort. Mrs. Faulkner shook her head with amusement before heading off to start dinner.

She then called out miss harper can you check the other boys and yes that includes you Evan

Miss Harper nodded and clapped her hands. “Alright, boys, line up for a diaper check.”

Jake and Alex didn’t hesitate, already used to the routine, as they waddled over.  while Evan hesitated before slowly getting up.

“Do I really have to?” Evan asked, crossing his arms.

Miss Harper gave him a gentle but firm look. “Yes, sweetheart. You’re still in recovery, and we need to make sure you’re clean and comfortable.”

Evan sighed but stepped forward, letting Miss Harper check him along with the others. Jake and Alex both needed changes, which she handled swiftly.

When she got to Evan, she gave him a reassuring smile. “Still dry, good job,” she praised, giving him a pat on the back.

Mrs. Faulkner returned from the kitchen. “Alright, boys, dinner will be ready soon. Jordan, you stay put and rest that leg.”

Jordan rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

Tyler snuggled closer, and Miss Harper finished tidying up, leaving the boys to relax before dinner.

Mrs faulkner said ok dinners ready as she brought a plate of chicken fingers and fries to Jordan on the couch.

Jordan looked up at Mrs. Faulkner with a grateful smile as she set the plate in front of him. He dug in, savoring the crispy chicken fingers and fries.

Mrs faulkner tells Tyler ok nurse Ty Ty go sit at the table to eat. Tyler pouted, crossing his arms and giving Mrs. Faulkner a playful glare. "But I want to eat with Jordy," he protested, glancing at Jordan who was already happily munching on his chicken fingers.

Mrs. Faulkner raised an eyebrow, her tone firm but warm. "Jordan's only eating here because of his leg, now move it."

Tyler sighed dramatically but stood up, slumping over to the table. "Fine," he muttered, though a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shot a teasing glance at Jordan. "Enjoy your VIP dinner, Jordy."

Mrs faulkner said any more attitude young man and we can go back to baby food.

Tyler froze, his eyes widening slightly as Mrs. Faulkner's words sank in. He quickly sat down at the table, trying to hide his grin. "No more attitude, promise," he said, holding up a hand in mock surrender.

Mrs. Faulkner gave him a pointed look, then turned back to Jordan, making sure he was comfortable. "Good. I don't think either of us wants to go back to the mashed peas stage." Tyler made a face, clearly relieved, and dug into his own meal.

As Mrs. Faulkner cleared the table, she couldn't help but smile to herself, though it was tinged with a bit of disbelief. *Never in my life did I think I’d be raising three 15-year-old babies as a single mother,* she thought.

Despite the chaos, there was something oddly comforting about their constant bickering and playful attitudes. They might act like babies at times, but she knew they were good kids at heart.

As Mrs. Faulkner scrubbed the dishes, she called out to the boys, her voice carrying through the house. "Okay, you boys, play for a bit. Jordan, if I see you move from that couch other than to use the bathroom, we’ll have words."

She could hear Tyler snicker from the other room, but she wasn’t worried. She knew Jordan wasn’t about to do anything that would get him in trouble, not with her watchful eye on him.

Before Jordan could even settle in, Tyler was at it again. He shuffled back into the living room, dramatically slumping onto the floor in front of the couch where Jordan was sitting. "I’m bored," Tyler whined, his voice slipping into what could only be described as full-on "baby mode."

Jordan couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "Seriously, Ty?" he muttered, trying not to laugh at how quickly his friend had gone from the sassy, defiant teen to a whining mess.

Tyler looked up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes. "Come on, Jordy, I just wanna hang out," he said, sticking out his lip in exaggerated pout mode.

Jordan stared at him for a moment, trying to hold back a grin, but Tyler's dramatic display was just too much. He shook his head. "Ty, you're 15, not five," he said, but the smirk on his face betrayed him.

Tyler crossed his arms and gave a playful huff. "Yeah, but it's more fun this way," he said with a wink, clearly enjoying the attention.

Jordan sighed, glancing over at Mrs. Faulkner, who was still in the kitchen. "If you keep this up, you’re gonna end up in baby food territory," he teased, but it only made Tyler lean in closer with exaggerated concern.

"Do you really think Mrs faulkner would do that to me?" Tyler asked dramatically. "I'm too cute for mashed peas!"

Jordan gave Tyler a pointed look, trying to keep his patience. "Bud, I can’t get off this couch, otherwise I’ll get in trouble, so snap out of it," he said, his tone firm but playful.

Tyler blinked a few times, as if the fog of his "baby mode" was slowly lifting. He shook his head and let out a small laugh. "Alright, alright, I'm back," he said, sitting up straight and looking much more like his usual self.

Jordan smirked. "Took you long enough," he teased, settling back on the couch. "Next time, just skip the baby act."

Tyler rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the grin creeping onto his face. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll be a grown-up now," he said, crossing his arms with mock seriousness.

Tyler’s tone softened as he looked at Jordan. "I can’t always help it... I’m sorry, Jordy," he said, his playful attitude dropping for a moment.

Jordan smiled, feeling a bit guilty for teasing him. "I know, man. I’m sorry too," he said sincerely.

Then, feeling the pressure, Jordan shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "And speaking of... I gotta pee," he said, trying to get up slowly without breaking his promise to Mrs. Faulkner.

Tyler grinned and stood up to give him a hand. "Need me to help you get to the bathroom, or are you good?" he teased lightly, though there was a hint of concern in his voice.

Jordan hesitated for a moment, then, knowing he might need a little help, he gave in. "All right, come on, help me get there," he said with a grin, trying to play it off casually.

Tyler's face lit up, and without missing a beat, he helped Jordan carefully get to his feet. "Gotcha, Jordy," he said, offering his shoulder for support as they made their way toward the bathroom.

As they moved through the house, Tyler shot Jordan a cheeky smile. "Next time, just don’t get hurt, okay?" he teased. "I don't want to be your personal nurse forever."

Tyler rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a chuckle at Jordan's words. "Oh, come on, you don't like playing nurse for Daddy Jordy all of a sudden?" Jordan teased, giving him a playful grin.

Tyler groaned dramatically, adjusting his stance to support Jordan better. "I never signed up for this, but fine, I’ll play the part," he said, trying to sound annoyed but clearly enjoying the banter. "But don't expect me to wipe you."

Jordan snorted, leaning on Tyler for support. "Deal. But only because you make such a terrible nurse."

Tyler snickered, clearly relieved that Jordan was in a good mood despite everything. "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, Jordy," he shot back.