Chapter Seven
Leaper grabbed Kermit’s shoulders. “He is! He’s coming home!” She shook him, her fingers digging into him. “My son. My baby…”
Sitting on a coffee table, Pepe pulled his cards against his chest and leaned over to Rizzo. “If she’s so worried h’about him… why have I never seen her befores, hokay? Jimmy, he has been here, but d’is lady…”
“Shh!” Rizzo scolded, pushing the king prawn back. “Good point, but bad timing. An’ don’t look at my cards.”
“H’I wasn’t looking!” Pepe said, scrambling back to his seat.
“Our son,” Jimmy said firmly, prying Leaper from his brother. She flinched and broke away from Jimmy, and he let her go. “Kermit—“
But Kermit was already hauling his brother into a tight hug. “…I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Jimmy gave him a firm squeeze. “I know,” he whispered, and he pulled out of the hug. “How is he? Can we see him?” His voice was laced with urgency.
Kermit shook his head. “He’s having a CAT scan right now—“
“What’s a CAT scan?” Jimmy asked, frowning.
Kermit froze. “…Uh—well, it’s… They’re looking at his brain,” he said. “To see—how—how badly—damaged, it…”
Leaper buried her face in her hands. Jimmy looked down at his flippers, very quiet for a long moment.
Kermit gulped. “…He—He will wake up. I know he will,” he said quickly.
“How do you know?” Leaper asked, pulling her head from her hands.
He stared at her for a moment. “…I… I know,” he said simply.
Her eyes darkened and she slowly shook her head. “You don’t know,” she whispered.
“What about his hand?” Jimmy asked quickly, changing the subject. “Mom said something about his hand—“
“It—it was shattered,” Kermit said. “They operated on it earlier today—“
“Operated?” Leaper repeated.
Pepe rearranged the cards in his hand. “What, do dey live under h’a rock?” he whispered.
“Dey might. It is a swamp,” Rizzo whispered back.
“Dr. Prosper said it went well,” Kermit tried to assure Leaper. “He said—he said Robin will probably—regain full use of his hand—“
“If he ever uses it again,” she whispered darkly.
Kermit flinched violently, and suddenly found that Fozzie’s hand was on his shoulder.
“Have you seen him?” Jimmy asked. “Robin—have you seen him at all? Since it—“
“Of course,” Kermit said firmly, softly adding, “I spent the whole night with him.”
Jimmy nodded. “Of course,” he said. “Of course… How—how did he look? Is—is he… he isn’t awake…”
Kermit winced and sadly shook his head.
That was when Dr. Livelong poked his head into the waiting room. “Kermit—Oh!” Seeing Jimmy and Leaper, he stepped into the room. “Are you Robin’s parents?”
“Yes,” Jimmy said quickly as he shook the doctor’s hand.
“I’m Dr. Livelong,” the doctor said.
Leaper turned and frowned at Kermit. “I thought you said Dr. Prosper—“
“Dr. Prosper operated on Robin’s hand,” Dr. Livelong said. “He’s a very good surgeon.” He cleared his throat. “Mr. and Mrs.—“
“Ms,” Leaper firmly, sternly corrected, glancing at the other two frogs. She folded her arms across her chest. “Ms. Leaper Slough,” she said quietly.
“My mistake,” Dr. Livelong said quickly, humbly. “But—We’re just putting Robin back into his room now, and I’d like to discuss the CAT scan results with—“ he glanced at Kermit “—the three of you—“
“Kermit doesn’t have custody, now that both of us are here,” Leaper said icily.
“But he’s welcome, of course,” Jimmy said firmly, giving her a hard look.
Kermit gulped, shifting his weight. Fozzie wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders.
“…Of course,” Dr. Livelong said. He shifted the file in his hand and nodded for the three frogs to follow him.
Kermit took a deep breath, gave the bear’s hand a grateful pat, and marched after the doctor and the other two frogs.
Fozzie sighed, hugging himself as he watched them go.
“Doesn’t have custody?” Miss Piggy snapped under her breath, gloved fists clenched. “What is that supposed to mean? Kermit doesn’t have any say? He’s raising Robin!”
“Not for long, the way she’s talking,” Rowlf muttered. He shook his head.
“But they’ll LISTEN to Kermit, won’t they?” Scooter asked.
“They’re his parents,” Clifford reasoned. “They want what’s best for him, too.”
“And they want Robin to stay in the swamp?” Gonzo shook his head. “That’s not what’s best for him.”
“Si, si. He needs de stage. He’s too much h’of a ham, hokay,” Pepe said, reshuffling the cards. He glanced up at the automatic glare from Miss Piggy. “Is h’a compliment! In dis case,” he said defensively.
She shook her head, but it was hard to care about such trivial things now anyway.
Rowlf thoughtfully scratched his ear. “…I’m not sure we should put much faith in anything Leaper says right now,” he said quietly. “She’s as shocked by all this as we are… Maybe more so.”
Fozzie sighed heavily, wringing what was left of his hat in his hands. “I don’t think they should TALK like that, anyway,” he said, pacing.
“It’ll be alright, once they calm down, won’t it?” Scooter asked of no one in particular.
Sweetums quietly lumbered through the room and folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the child-friendly wallpaper as he watched the doctor and the three frogs walk down the hall and vanish into Robin’s room.