"...sure?"

"Indeed miss, just have some faith."

"I-It's never been so bad before... I- I'm scared..."

"Nothing to worry about..."

…

"Anna?" Booker clumsily waved his arm about until his daughter held on to it. His eyes flickered open and saw her leaning over his body, with a doctor standing above his head with a warm smile on his face. Booker became aware that he was currently collapsed in his bed and pulled himself up with some effort. Anna instinctively attempted to hold him up before Booker brushed her away and eyed the medic.

"I owe you my thanks."

"Mr. DeWitt! I only do what I need to do."

"How much will it be?" Booker sensed Anna stiffen beside him.

"Nothing, sir."

"Excuse me?" was the reply, accompanied by a snort.

"I only charge people who-" the doctor's eyes unintentionally passed over the shabby DeWitt residence, but centred on the owner's face when it became clear that DeWitt himself had noticed, "-aren't in any rush." He finished clumsily. "You should thank your daughter first sir; without her, well..." He shrugged his shoulders and bid farewell.

Booker closed the door on him with a sigh and turned to face Anna, who refused to look directly at him, opting to stare at her feet with a terrified expression on her face. Booker sighed again.

"I'm not angry with you Anna." She looked up.

"I'm sorry anyway," she began "I just didn't know what to do - you, you just woke up a few hours ago and began groaning, and..."

"That's what the medication is for, isn't it?" If Anna had called a doctor, simply for another of his fits...

"It was worse than before. Before, you'd just... It was worse than before." She finished simply.

Booker nodded. He couldn't remember what he'd done, of course not, but this wasn't the first time she'd overreacted. Of course, how could he fault her for caring for him, when he would have done the complete opposite if their roles reversed?

"Just be more careful next time, okay?" When Anna nodded without saying another word, he stepped closer and hugged her. Anna simply mumbled another apology as Booker let go. He looked at the time: nearing 3:30 in the morning. "When did it happen?"

"About two hours ago?"

"In that case, we'd better get as much sleep as can. Alright?"

"Yes, father."