"When she's done, Ryan give her a quick check-up please," daddy says, I didn't understand what he was saying, I went back to my food, eating and causing a really big mess, not that I cared, they'd clean me up after I'm done.
"Ready for the check-up?" Ryan asks, not that I understood his question, he carried me to the bad room, the one where they poked me with needles, the one where I woke up, I hate this room, I thought we were done with it, I began to cry right away.
"Baby, don't cry, it's okay," Ryan says, but I ignore him as I was set on the cold metal bed, I kept on crying, and he started his check-up, first he checked my ears, both of them making me groan, I hated them, and then he did the tail, I could only move my hands, using them to push his hands away but he's much strong than
