Patsy woke groggily to the now familiar sound of a choking cry coming from the baby monitor on the nightstand. She opened her eyes blearily and stretched, her arms having been wrapped around Delia's waist while she slept. Fanw uncurled her long body from the foot of the bed and jumped off at the disturbance of Patsy's movement.
Delia also shifted, turning over onto her back and rubbing her eyes.
"What time is it?" the brunette yawned.
"Eleven," Patsy said with a glance at the clock, "Time for more medicine."
"I'll go fetch it, it's my turn anyway," Delia said when Patsy shifted into sitting position.
"I can hold him, sweetie," Patsy volunteered, "He almost climbed out of my hands last time."
"You're a dream," Delia said, pecking her on the lips before they both staggered out of bed.
Delia disappeared into the kitchen as Patsy hobbled into Trevon's room, Fanw wobbling after her in silence, tongue hanging out with excitement. The small boy was standing, his good hand clutching the railing while the other remained against his torso, plastered in a cast. His wails were tearless, and at the sight at Patsy, he broke it off to sorrowful sniffles.
"Dear me, young man, you've got quite the pair of lungs," Patsy said, reaching into the crib and gingerly picking him up. Trevon seemed to instinctively bury his head underneath Patsy's chin as his sniffling grew quieter.
Delia appeared in the doorway, carrying two vials of medicine.
"Is it his arm again?" Delia fretted, rubbing his back and peering into his face.
"I believe so," Patsy said, noting the marks on the cast where he had been chafing it on the crib posts, "It's probably itchy."
"Oh, cariad," Delia murmured sympathetically.
Patsy sat down in the rocking chair and turned Trevon around on her lap as Delia knelt before them. Trevon was still taking deep shuddering breaths, as if he were just realizing everything was going to be okay.
"I hate doing this," Delia mumbled, preparing the eyedroppers so they would be fast to administer, "I would never be able to work in pediatrics…I would always feel so guilty because they would cry whenever I tried giving them their medication."
Patsy agreed fervently before she accepted a cloth from Delia and placed it preparedly underneath Trevon's chubby chin.
At the sight of the eyedroppers, Trevon began to squirm, attempting to push it away from his face. Delia, ever the patient one, gently held his free hand down before squirting the first dose into his mouth, quickly followed by the second. Trevon began to cry again, his wail slightly gurgled as some of the medicine spilled out of his mouth.
"I know, I know," Patsy soothed, wiping his face clean as he swallowed the liquid and Delia paused to tighten the lids back on the vials.
Trevon continued to cry, placing his fingers fitfully in his mouth as tears streaked down his cheeks. Delia stood and placed the vials on a table before Patsy gently transferred the infant in her hands.
"It's alright, cariad," Delia cooed as Trevon's cries slowed to shuddering gasps, though his fingers remained in his mouth as he looked around the room.
Patsy smiled wistfully before she stood and grabbed the medicine, returning them to the fridge. When she came back, she saw Delia swaying slowly from side-to-side, Trevon having nodded off on her shoulder.
"Well that was fast," Patsy murmured, rubbing his back lovingly.
"He's seems just as tired as we are," Delia said with a yawn, gingerly walking him over to the crib and laying him down. Trevon stirred slightly, though his breathing was deep as his limp limbs stretched out.
"Pats," Delia whispered, "Why do you think he hasn't started talking yet?" The brunette sounded as if she were fretting.
"He will when he's ready, darling," Patsy soothed, pressing a kiss on her temple and wrapping an arm around her waist, "Now let's get you to bed, you have an early shift tomorrow." They left the room, Fanw now posting herself underneath the crib, where she would hopefully not be disturbed again by moving limbs.