Friendly reminder that I still don't own Twilight and this IS NOT MEDICALLY ACCURATE. This week I learned there is a term for basically torturing a character like I've done to Lataine in this entire story. Whump. This is whump. Anyway, this is the last chapter of this particular story but definitely not the last story in the series. So if you enjoyed the story, stick around my page to find more. And I'm done pushing my own work for now. Enjoy!

Emmett POV

I walked down the hall to the exam room that Lataine had been assigned. I knew she wanted to get through this quickly and I wanted to get her through it quickly. She'd already been through five shots and today was her last one. I was worried about how she was going to handle this. We had pushed her limits very far and I was worried they were to the point of cracking. And now I was going to be pushing them even farther.

I knocked on the door before walking in. Jasper was sitting in a chair off to the side and Lataine was lying on the exam table on her stomach, kicking her feet back and forth. It was a nervous habit of hers.

"You're almost done. Today is your last one," I said walking over to her, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"I want this over with and I don't ever want to go through it again," she said.

"I promise, I don't want you to have to go through it again," I said, pulling my stethoscope from around my neck. I listened only briefly to her heart but spent a few minutes listening to her lungs.

"You sound healthy Lataine. That means the shots worked. Unlike the first night when you sounded like crap." I normally wouldn't talk to a patient like that, but Lataine was my niece so the situation was different. I checked her chart on the computer. Her vitals looked good so I was ready to move on to the last shot.

I hit the red button on the panel on the wall near the door. A minute later there was a quick knock and my nurse opened the door. I told her what I needed, and she left to retrieve it. Normally, when shots were given, I would just let my nurse give them to the patient. But with Lataine it was different. I never had my nurse give her the shots. "Are you ready for this?" I asked her, leaning against my desk as I waited.

"Absolutely not. But I don't really have a choice in the matter do I?" she answered. Another knock on the door told me the nurse was ready so I opened the door, took the basket from her and then turned back to Lataine. As I got closer to her, Jasper stood up and approached the examining table to stand next to her.

I sat the basket down on the end of the table near her feet so she couldn't see what was in it. I tugged her jeans down and after sterilizing the site, quickly inserted the injection needle. The shot was over quickly and once I had bandaged it, I helped her sit up. For the first time she noticed the basket and that there was still a syringe in it. Not only was I giving her the antibiotic injection, but I had also had her allergy shot prepared. It was about a week early, but I was giving it to her now since she had had such a bad flair up with her asthma. She scooted back on the table into the corner, trying to get away from me and Jasper. "No! I don't want it! I don't need it!" she cried, shaking her head furiously.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want you to get sick again. That's why I'm going to go ahead and give you your allergy shot now. Then you won't have to come back in a week."

I tried to move her forward gently, but she wouldn't budge. This was not looking good. "Lataine please," Jasper spoke in a calm but stern voice. "Don't make this difficult."

She still refused to move from the center of the table. He audibly sighed next to me. "I didn't want to do this Lataine, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to." I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking, and as much as I didn't like it, I knew it was necessary so I stepped out of his way as he came forward and picked her up. He placed her on the table in front of him and held her legs still between him and the table so that she could not kick. He grabbed both of her arms together in his and pulled them in front of her, making her sit still. She tried to squirm but she could not move under his grip. She started crying.

I rolled up the sleeve on her right arm wiped it with the alcohol, and picked up the syringe. She tried to hit at me but Jasper had her held too tightly. Her arm was extremely tense. "Lataine, loosen up your arm babe. It'll hurt more if you don't." Her arm remained tense and I knew it was a lost cause to argue, so I proceeded with the injection. "3, 2, 1," the needle was in and out of her skin in less than two seconds. The entire time, Jasper stood there kissing her forehead and whispering into her ear to calm her down. As soon as the needle was out and I had put on a bandaid, Jasper let her go. I felt terrible. I had never had to have her held down before.

As soon as her arm was all bandaged up I leaned her head against my chest. "Shh. You're all done. Just let it all out. I promise we won't let that happen again."

Lataine POV

As soon as I got home at about noon, I crashed. I woke up at about four-thirty to find daddy standing in my bedroom. I guess he had been watching me sleep. I started to push myself up with my right arm but then I let out a small cry and fell back into my pillows from the pain. Daddy walked over to me and layed down next to me.

"I'm mad at you," I said softly, watching his face.

"I figured you would be," he said, his face pensive as he began tracing his fingers up and down my arm, never getting too close to the injection site. "I didn't want to have to hold you down darlin', but you left me with no choice. You were fightin' and you weren't givin' in." His southern accent leaked into his words. It was funny how sometimes you could hear his southern roots in his speech but other times, you would never know it was there.

I sighed but didn't say anything for a moment. "Are you mad at me?"

"What reason do I have for being mad at you?" he asked.

"Because I tried to fight even though I knew it wouldn't work. I made things more difficult and kinda acted like a brat."

He smiled at me. "Darlin', I'm not angry at you for what happened today. We asked a lot from you. We asked you to trust me to give you the shots when you barely trust Emmett or Edward, we asked you to get one every day, and then we ended up giving you one extra today that you weren't expecting. I'm not mad at you for that. In fact, I'm proud of you for doing as well as you did. I'm disappointed that you won't just admit to me and your mom that you are not feeling well. You have to be more responsible. It's your asthma, I don't know how you are feeling. I already expressed my disappointment. I realize you are scared love, but you have to know that Edward and Emmett would never do anything to hurt you."

"They did this week. And you did too."

He sighed. "Yes we did. But all three of us had very good reasons for it. Even though it may not seem like it, every needle prick that caused you pain this week is going to help you in the long run."

I sighed. "I hate asthma. I hate it when everyone feels the need to take care of me. And I hate it when you tell them something's wrong. I don't want there to be anything wrong but there always is. And I hate it when everyone always fusses over me when I get sick."

"Darlin', I know you hate it. I wish there was something I could do about it, but I can't. We only worry about you because we care about you. That is the only reason I go against your wishes and tell Edward and Emmett that something is wrong. I want you to be healthy as often as possible. That's also the reason we all fuss over you. Renesmee has been fussed over too, just for different reasons."

I snuggled against his chest. "I'm not mad at you anymore daddy. I can't stay mad at you" I said, falling back to sleep.

Before I fell asleep, I heard him whisper, "I love you Lataine."