A/N: Here's another one. I really need a life.
Disclaimer: Nope.
The Doctor
Age: 7
"Good morning Emily."
"Morning." I replied through a yawn. "Where's dad?"
"He's at work." Daddy said. "And you, need to be getting dressed."
"Why?"
"You have a doctors appointment this morning, remember?"
"Noooo," I whined.
"Yessss," he said mocking me. "If you go get dressed you can have chocolate chip pancakes."
I can never say no to chocolate chip pancakes.
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"Okay. The good news is your healthy." The nurse said as she came in. "The bad news is you need a couple of shots."
"But if I'm healthy why do I need shots?" I protested. Daddy shot me a warning glance.
"To keep you healthy." She replied simply. I pouted.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
I looked at daddy and silently begged him. "Emily, you know that doesn't work on me."
"But…"
"No." I sighed. "I'll hold your hand." I crossed my arms. "And, we can get milkshakes afterwards."
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"I'm proud of you Emily."
"But I cried." I sniffled.
"But you were still brave."
I smiled a little and took a sip of my milkshake.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?" he said looking at me in the rear view mirror.
"When do I need to get shots again?"