Small Smasher, Big Battles
by
White Lego Ninja
Chapter 10: Misaki's Meds, and Bubbly Baby
Three years and three months old, and it was nearing Cold & Flu Season.
Little Misaki was sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging her legs lazily in the air. Zelda was sitting, reading the Comic section of the newspaper.
"I'm cold," said Misaki. Zelda didn't look up.
"It's seventy-two degrees," Zelda replied.
"I need to go," said Misaki, gazing to her Pull-Ups diaper.
"You just went," Zelda said, turning to the Crossword Puzzle section of the paper.
"I'm thirsty," Misaki said, a slight pout in her eyes now.
"You can get a drink after Dr Mario gets finished," Zelda said, in an 'I Promise' sort of tone.
Dr Mario came into the room, clipboard in hand, and friendly smile in place on his face.
"Mamma Mia," said Dr Mario as he stepped over and gently squeezed Misaki's cheek. "Who's a healthy meat-a-ball?"
"Hi Dr Mario," said Misaki, a slight smile creeping onto her face. The Dr chuckled, reaching into the chest pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a pink, Heart-shaped, tasty-looking lollipop, and waved it in front of Misaki.
"Take-a you medicine, and I give-a you dis," he said. Zelda put down her paper, got up, and walked over to stand beside Little Misaki.
"Squeeze my hand if it hurts," she said, gently placing her thumb in Misaki's tiny hand. Misaki blushed, slightly intensifying the color of her already rosy cheeks. Then she cringed as Dr Mario pulled out a needle filled with a warm-looking red liquid inside of it.
"Here we go," said the italian plumber in Medical attire, gently grabbing Misaki's left upper arm.
Misaki moaned as she seemed to feel the proximity of the needle coming closer to her sensitive skin. Then she let out a loud cry as she felt a sharp pain in her left arm near her shoulder. She squeezed Zelda's hand, tears welling up in her tiny blue eyes.
"One-a more," Mario said, placing a bandage on her arm where he'd injected her.
"Waah! No more, Auntie Zel," Misaki wailed, eyes clamped tight shut.
"It's all right, Little One," Zelda soothed, gently rubbing Misaki's arm with her free hand. "You're doing great thus far."
Misaki screamed as Dr Mario stuck the second needle into her arm, squeezing Zelda's hand harder this time, and causing Zelda to wince in pain.
"All-a done," said Dr Mario after he'd bandaged Msaiki's other injection point. Zelda smiled, and kissed the toddler on the cheek.
"You were so brave, Little One."
As promised, Dr Mario gave her the Cherry lollipop, which she sucked on eagerly, closing her eyes.
"Still the cute-a baby," Dr Mario said, chuckling. Zelda gently laid her over her shoulder, thanked Mario, and walked out.
A short time later
Zelda was gently undressing Misaki, who was sitting up in the counter, the warm water in the bath was running.
"There we go," Zelda said, turning off the water. Then she picked up the toddler, and set her in the tub. Misaki fiddled with her toes in the water, while Zelda got the shampoo out.
"Close your eyes," Zelda said. Misaki gazed up at her. Zelda clarified, saying: "You don't want your eyes to sting." Misaki gently closed her tiny eyes and tilted her head back. Zelda gently scrubbed the shampoo in the baby's hair.
"That tickles," Misaki said, giggling slightly. Zelda smiled from the toddler giggling.
"You think that feels funny?" Zeld asked. "Wait until you feel what comes next."
Then Zelda got out the soap and began to scrub Misaki's chest, tummy, and legs. Misaki laughed, almost hysterically, splashing water.
Zelda gazed at the tiny tot when a slight splash hit her in the face. Then the two had a small splash battle. After which, Misaki was tired, Zelda finished rinsing her, drained the tub, lifted Misaki out, and gently wrapped her in the towel.
Aww! Cuteness galore. Hope all you readers enjoyed it.
When do you Readers think Misaki should compete in the Tournament? Should I skip a few years, and mention them in Flashbacks later?
Don't forget to suggest ideas for "Animated Legends Unite", "Wacky Races 2014", "Dragonette", and "Virtualegend"
Cheers!
White Lego Ninja