Thanks for the wonderful reviews..been kinda slow going..my weekend was busy..my son graduated this weekend..he's all grown up. Hopefully maybe i can update by Thursday..im gonna try.
Mark knew he should call Misha, but he also knew she was probably still with Lexi at the doctors, he knew she would freak out, not that he was doing so good, but he was hiding it well.
They were in one of the exam rooms. Danni was laying on the little examine table not saying much, Trini had to come back with them because there was no way he was leaving her in the waiting room by herself. Her face was streaked with tears and she sat in a chair on one side of Danni and he sat in the other.
Danni looked at Trini. "I'm okay..stop cryin'" Mark heard the pain in her voice though and she looked white as a sheet. He was about to get up and go drag a doctor in , when a young doctor, walked through the door.
"Hello I'm Doctor Zamora..is this our patient?" He asked walking over to the exam table.
Mark nodded and moved back so the doctor could examine her. He noticed Trini looked a little pale as the doctor pulled the bloody shirt off Danni's arm. "Trini go sit over there and don't watch okay honey?"
Trini nodded and went and sat in the corner of the room. "Danni if ya need me, call me and I'll come back" The little girl said.
"Okay Trini." Danni said weakly.
The doctor smiled. "Sister huh?"
Before Mark could say no, Danni nodded. "Uhh huh."
Mark looked a little shocked but shrugged, if they wanted to pretend to be sisters so what. "She fell off a skateboard."
The doctor nodded. "Yeah those things are dangerous, well you're going to need stitches..I'll be right back, we're going to have to clean it up and then we'll get this over with okay?"
Danni just nodded and Mark walked over sitting on the edge of the exam table, he knew stitches hurt, the shot they gave you before hand hurt like a mother. "Danni ..its gonna hurt okay, but I'll be right here, you can squeeze my hand okay." Mark didn't believing in lying to a kid, it was gonna hurt and he wasn't going to tell her it wasn't.
Danni nodded but didn't say anything. Trini walked over and stood beside Mark. "I'll stay here with ya too Danni , okay."
Mark looked at Trini. "That might not be such a good idea honey..."
Trini shook her head. "I'm stayin' in case Danni needs me."
Mark seen she had a stubborn look on her face. "Okay okay." He just hoped Trini didn't get sick or something.
The doctor came back in and moved around to the other side of the table. "Danni I'm going to have to clean this up, its going to hurt, I'm sorry, but there's no way around it." he said kindly, as he sat the basin of water and the sterile gauze and other things he needed on the small table.
Danni just nodded and turned to look at her daddy, maybe if she looked at him, she wouldn't be a big crybaby.
Mark squeezed her good hand gently. "Its okay, if you want to cry Danni."
Danni winced as the doctor began to clean the wound, but she bit her lip, she refused to cry.
Trini felt tears run down her face at the look of pain on Danni's face, she felt this was mostly her fault, she should have insisted they not leave Mister Mark's sight , instead she had just let Danni get hurt.
"You're doing great Danni, almost done." the doctor said.
Mark knew she was hurting because she had a death grip on his big hand, he hated this, he hated that his little girl was hurting, this feeling inside him was something new, he had never felt so helpless in his life.
"Okay Danni..I'm going to give a shot to numb you some, its going to hurt. "The doctor looked at Mark." You might want to sit down here and put her on your lap, we need as little movement as possible and a lot of kids throw a fit right about now."
Mark nodded and lifted the girl and sat with her cradled against him, her wounded arm near the doctor.
Trini bent and kissed Danni's cheek. "Its gonna be okay..you daddies got ya."
Danni closed her eyes and whimpered as the doctor gave her the shot, Mark held her tighter. "Its okay baby."
Danni felt a few tears roll down her cheek, it hurt so bad, she wanted to scream but she didn't, she buried her face against her daddy as the doctor started stitching up the gash. Mark rubbed her back and held her close. "Almost done Danni."
The doctor put the last few stitches in. "Okay all done, you were very brave Danni, most kids kick and scream, you did really good."
Mark hugged the little girl, who still had her wet face pressed to Mark's chest. "Hear that Danni, you're tough just like your old man huh?"
Trini nodded. "You is the bravest Danni."
The doctor smiled and gave Mark instructions about taking care of Danni's arm and wrote out a prescription for antibiotics. "Okay bring her back in about a month, so we can have a look, unless its gets red and infected, the stitches will absorb, so we wont have to take them out."
Mark nodded and the doctor left. "Okay lets get you two home..I know Misha is going to kill me because I didn't call her."
Mark stood and lifted Danni with him, keeping the girl in his arms, he would take her home first and then go get her antibiotics. Danni clung to him and he patted her back. "You okay?"
She nodded and Mark looked down at Trini. "How bout you little Miss, okay?"
Trini nodded. "Is Danni really okay?"
Mark nodded. "Yeah, she is gonna be fine, but lets get her home okay?"
Trini nodded and followed Mark and Danni out of the exam room. Mark stopped long enough to pay the bill, which wasn't easy with Danny clinging to him, a new experience for him. "Danni you okay?" he asked as he slipped the credit card back in his pocket.
Danni sniffled finally lifting her head. "I acted like a big baby."
Mark hugged her. "Hey I had stitches before, you acted way better than I did, okay..I know it hurts, you did fine, besides its okay to cry when something hurts."
Danni lay her head on his shoulder and Mark patted her back. "Stop worrying okay..we'll get you home, get your medicine in you and get you something to eat."
Danni sniffled a little. 'Okay daddy."
Thats all it took to melt Mark completely and he held her tighter. Trini grinned, well at least Danni's accident was bringing Mark and Danni closer together, but she didn't think it was going to bring her Mommy and Mark closer together, she was pretty sure Mommy was going to be mad, that Mark had bought the skateboard in the first place.
Mark got out of the truck and went around opening the door , Trini jumped out and Mark bent in and lifted Danni out.
Just then Misha came out carrying the baby monitor. "Did you guys have...." Her voice trailed off as she took in Mark carrying Danni and saw her arm. "What happened!!!!!!?"
Mark looked at her, she didn't look happy. "Umm well I got Danni a skateboard and she was trying to grind on a curb and fell and gashed her arm pretty good." He said as quickly as possible.
"A Skateboard?" She couldn't believe Mark had bought Danni one of those deathtraps.
Danni looked up at Misha. "Are you mad?"
Misha took one look at the girl and scooped her right out of Mark's arms, pushing the baby monitor in his big hands., heading back toward the house. "No of course not, you must feel terrible, I bet your arms hurts, I have some children's Tylenol , I'll give you a dose and fix you a ice cream sundae, and you can eat it in bed." Misha said kissing the little girls cheek.
Danni wanted to protest and say she was brave and fine and it didn't hurt, instead she cuddled closer to Misha. "Okay."
Mark watched Misha worked her magic, she was a born mother. "I have to go get her antibiotics."
"Misha didn't even look back. "So go get them."
Mark sighed and handed the baby monitor to Trini. "She's mad huh?"
Trini nodded. "Yeah prolly bout tha skateboard..but don't worry..she never stays mad long..and I'll put in a good word for ya and stuff."
Mark smiled and bent kissing the little girls forehead. "Thanks for staying calm today and being there for Danni."
Trini gave him a big smiled. "You're welcome Mister Mark."
Mark ruffled her hair and walked back toward his truck and Trini said, she wished she could call him daddy, she turned around and ran for the house, she had better try to calm Mommy down, if she was mad she would never kiss Mister Mark.
