Elliot POV.
Daddy carried me with him toward the ER, but this time I don’t have to sit on a bed and wait for daddy to check on me. I was happy, my tail swinging lazily, I was with my daddy why wouldn’t I be happy, daddy took us toward the nurses coffee room. It’s the first time I come here, I was looking around, it’s just a room, with a table and some chairs, along with a microwave, coffee machine, and a fridge.
Daddy went to the fridge and got a container, I’m never awake fully when we leave the house in the morning, usually I’m busy whining and crying before I fall back asleep on daddy’s shoulder. He set the container in the microwave, set the timer, and waited for it to ring, he took the container back out and sat down on the chair with me on his lap.
“Did Emily feed you?” he asks
