#perrylovesdella

Della: “What do you mean?”

Mitsou: “I am in trouble and I need his help, but I don’t know if he would help me.”

Della: “Don’t worry, he will help you. I will talk to him for you.”

I would never fall in love again until I found her

#3. Barney Fife and Thelma Lou (sorry for it being blurry) 9/10

#2. Rob and Laura Petrie (Dick Van dyke and Mary Tyler Moore) 10/10

#1. Perry Mason and Della Street! Always. Forever. So cute. I loved this part in the show. For gosh’s sake, Della, kiss his other cheek! 1,000, 000, 000, 000+/ 10

 FAV ANIMATED COUPLES:

#1. Buzz and Jessie. The end. 10/10

#2. Fred and Daphne (I know someone made this, but I had to share it anyway) 10/10

#3. Bob and Helen Parr (Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl) 100/10

FAVORITE MOVIE COUPLES:

Nick and Nora Charles from the Thin Man Movies 100/10

Anne and Gilbert! 100/10

Dedicated to @goldenteadust, @muir2244-blog, and @nicoles-story-corner

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Della stared at the doctor in open mouthed shock. Paul looked as though he were about to flatten the man for being so heartless. The next thing Della knew, she was standing in the doorway of Perry's hospital room.

"I'll be out here if you need anything," Paul touched her arm gently.

She nodded, went in, and sat in the chair by Perry's bedside. The great white bandage that was wrapped around his head and covering his dark, wavy hair startled her. His eyes were closed and the color was gone from his face. Except that his chest rose and fell from breathing, he did not even look alive.

"Perry?" Della said softly, but of course there was no answer.

Della sat up as straight as she could in the chair. She was Della Street, after all, and Della Street could calmly get through all kinds of situations - she stopped and her shoulders drooped.

She wasn't Della Street, she was Mrs. Mason and the man lying in the bed was her husband. No tears would fall, and Della almost wished they would.

She slid her hand into his.

"Please be all right, Perry!" she whispered, "Ritchie, Tommy, and I need you!"

Della silently sat there, holding his hand, until the nurse told her it was time for her to leave.

"We'll take good care of him, don't you worry!" the nurse promised.

Della walked to the door and her heart filled with sudden terror. She hadn't prayed about it! She turned and hurried back to Perry's side.

"I said that it was time for you to leave!" the nurse said firmly.

"Dear God in heaven," she prayed earnestly, ignoring the surprised nurse, "I give to You my husband and his injury. You know what's best for him and for us. Tomorrow is his birthday. Please heal him, dear God, and let him come home! You are the God of miracles and I ask that You would give us one" she took a deep, shaky breath, "But not my will, but Yours be done."

She looked down at Perry's face. Nothing had changed. She bent down, kissed his hand, and walked past the nurse who had her hands on her hips. Perry was in God's hands and that was the best place for him to be.

Paul took her arm.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked.

"Yes, thank -"

"Mrs. Mason!!" the nurse came running after them, "Your god heard your prayer! As soon as you left the room, he opened his eyes and started talking! He's asking for you now!"

Happy tears sprang up in her eyes and she turned her head to heaven.

"Thank you, dear God!" she cried out.

The doctors were amazed at Perry's recovery. He went home two days later.

Mr. Reed, the nervous man who punched Perry in the face and caused all of the trouble, turned out to be the murderer. He had killed the wrestler because he suspected him of having an affair with Mrs. Reed.

When Perry asked him he had gotten along well with the wrestler, Mr. Reed had hit him.