The Adventures of Azalea and Twig (book 5)

Chapter 11

     "Ow!" Branch yelled, as Pansy wrapped up his arm. "Do you have to be so rough?"
"Do you have to be such a wimp?" Pansy replied, rolling her eyes at Branch.
"I am not a wimp," Branch mumbled to himself, looking away.

     Pansy touched his arm, causing him to scream again.

     "Stop that!" he yelled, pulling away from her.
"Fine than. Let it get infected," Pansy shrugged, getting up to walk away.

     Branch grumbled to himself, angrily, as he began wrapping up his own arm, but it was difficult with only one hand.

     "Need some help?" Poppy asked, as she walked over to him.
"No," he replied, stubbornly. "I'm perfectly capable of doing it on my own."

     He touched his arm, screaming in pain. Then he looked at Poppy, sadly.

     "Ok... maybe I need some help," he admitted.

     Poppy smiled, sitting down next to him, as she gently wrapped up his arm.

     "Thanks, Poppy," he said, kissing her head.
"Anything for you," she replied.

Just as she finished wrapping his arm, Azalea came out, rubbing her eyes, as she yawned.

"Daddy?" she said, softly. "Are you ok?"

Branch smiled, picking up his daughter, as he hugged her.

"I'm fine, sweetie. Sorry I woke you." He kissed her forehead, and she smiled up at him.

"I love you, daddy," she said.
"I love you too, Azalea."