it was a cold friday evening. little vee harrington was bedridden with a fever. all of a sudden, she gets a wave of sickness wash over her, feeling like she was going to throw up. she sprints to the bathroom and makes it just in time. eddie hears his little girl in the bathroom, being sick and rushes to her side and holds back her hair. "shh... it's okay vee-vee... dada's right here okay?" he says softly, trying to comfort his little one. "dada... p'ease make it stop!" vee cries.
after a little while, she finally calms back down and stops vomiting. eddie gets her cleaned up, puts a diaper on her and gets her into a pajama onesie, with little dog ears and a hood. hearing the little ones whimpers and whines, eddie holds her in his arms, letting her get cozy and swaddled. "you're okay, my little princess." he whispers and kisses her forehead.
