Q & A #25
by Colleen Hillerup
"Meredith Summers." The nurse called out the name and Spike stood, taking his daughter's hand.
"No, Daddy," the little girl cried. "I don't want to."
He knelt down, looking into her eyes. "Have to, pet. I'd spare you this if I could, but I can't." He picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the cubicle, while she struggled and cried.
Spike sat his daughter on the examining table. She was still protesting as the nurse left. "Don't make me Daddy. Take me home. Please take me home."
Her cries were breaking his heart, but he stood firm. "You need this sweetheart. So you can go to school with the other little boys and girls. It won't be so bad. Daddy's here."
When the doctor walked into the room, her tears started afresh. The doctor looked dismayed. "I don't know why they always get this way with me. The nurse gives the shots." He looked towards Spike. "Any problems?"
"No, she's been fine."
"I'm not fine." Meredith shouted. "My tummy hurts. I should go home."
"Really?" the doctor asked. "Maybe I should check that out."
"First she's mentioned it." Spike studied his daughter. "Your tummy really hurt, sweetheart?"
She weakened under her father's gaze. "I think so. Sort of." She sniffed back her tears. "No." Her face crumbled up again, preparing for a fresh flood. "But I don't want to get a needle."
"Nobody does." The doctor smiled at Spike. "I'll send in the nurse."
Spike took Meredith from the table and sat her on his lap in his chair. "Is it okay if she sits here?"
"Sure." The doctor left as the nurse entered.
"Okay, Sweetie. This won't hurt a bit." The nurse filled the syringe and pinched the child's skin, pressing the point of the needle into her arm. Meredith screamed.
"Daddy, Daddy, it hurts so much. Make her stop. Make her stop."
Spike clenched his teeth, trying to overcome his natural impulse to attack the nurse. She was just doing her job. Hurting his daughter. Causing her pain. He concentrated on holding his little girl.
As Meredith screamed, "I want Mommy," he felt a tear trickle from the corner of his eye. So much easier when he didn't care about anyone but himself.
He wouldn't trade this for the world.
by Colleen Hillerup
"Meredith Summers." The nurse called out the name and Spike stood, taking his daughter's hand.
"No, Daddy," the little girl cried. "I don't want to."
He knelt down, looking into her eyes. "Have to, pet. I'd spare you this if I could, but I can't." He picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the cubicle, while she struggled and cried.
Spike sat his daughter on the examining table. She was still protesting as the nurse left. "Don't make me Daddy. Take me home. Please take me home."
Her cries were breaking his heart, but he stood firm. "You need this sweetheart. So you can go to school with the other little boys and girls. It won't be so bad. Daddy's here."
When the doctor walked into the room, her tears started afresh. The doctor looked dismayed. "I don't know why they always get this way with me. The nurse gives the shots." He looked towards Spike. "Any problems?"
"No, she's been fine."
"I'm not fine." Meredith shouted. "My tummy hurts. I should go home."
"Really?" the doctor asked. "Maybe I should check that out."
"First she's mentioned it." Spike studied his daughter. "Your tummy really hurt, sweetheart?"
She weakened under her father's gaze. "I think so. Sort of." She sniffed back her tears. "No." Her face crumbled up again, preparing for a fresh flood. "But I don't want to get a needle."
"Nobody does." The doctor smiled at Spike. "I'll send in the nurse."
Spike took Meredith from the table and sat her on his lap in his chair. "Is it okay if she sits here?"
"Sure." The doctor left as the nurse entered.
"Okay, Sweetie. This won't hurt a bit." The nurse filled the syringe and pinched the child's skin, pressing the point of the needle into her arm. Meredith screamed.
"Daddy, Daddy, it hurts so much. Make her stop. Make her stop."
Spike clenched his teeth, trying to overcome his natural impulse to attack the nurse. She was just doing her job. Hurting his daughter. Causing her pain. He concentrated on holding his little girl.
As Meredith screamed, "I want Mommy," he felt a tear trickle from the corner of his eye. So much easier when he didn't care about anyone but himself.
He wouldn't trade this for the world.