My hand smarts. I groan and open my eyes to see daddy by my bedside, rubbing my knuckles softly.
"Hey there little one, feel any better? " he asks kissing my forehead.
"no daddy. Worse. Hand smarts." I complain and pout.
"They changed your drip half an hour ago baby girl. It will be fine." he kisses me again.
"Take this out, daddy! " I say louder than I intend to be.
Daddy sighs.
"Not possible sweetheart. This is for you to get better soon yes? " he says.
"no no!! Take this out! It hurts!! " I start crying. It hurts. Why doesn't daddy understand?
"hush... Hush baby girl. I know. I know. " he holds me in a hug and rubs my back trying to calm me down.
"what's wrong? " Penny comes in looking super worried.
"Pennyyy.. Hand hurts.. Needle out.. Pweeaaseee.." I scream before daddy
