Brooke and I went to bed 18. The girl looked at us with her big, brown eyes.
"Hi, Sweetie," I said. "What's your name?"
"Hannah." Her voice was high and barely audible.
"We're gonna take care of that cut and make it all better. OK?"
The girl looked back at me. I could see she was trying to be brave. "OK."
"This is Brooke. She's going to help."
"Hi, Precious," Brooke said. "Your name is Hannah?"
"Uh-huh."
"I like your pretty shirt. Do you have any pets at home?"
Brooke talked to the girl, while I got set up.
"All right," I said. "Now I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to give you a little shot, so you won't feel any pain while I fix the cut. That's a good thing, right?"
The girl melded me with her brown eyes. She nodded her head.
"What's your favorite color?" Brooke asked. I started injecting.
"Yellow," the girl said.
"Like the star on your shirt," Brooke said.
"Uh-huh."
I was already halfway around the wound.
"What's your favorite ice cream?"
"Chocolate chip."
I injected the last corner of the wound, and ... it was over. Never once did the girl cry or resist in any way. "What a brave girl!" Brooke exclaimed.
"It didn't hurt," the girl said.
"No?" Brooke asked.
"Nuh-uh."
Brooke turned toward bed 17 and said again in a loud voice. "What a brave girl!"
Back at the nursing station, Brooke put together the discharge paperwork for the girl. She paper-clipped a lollipop and a rainbow balloon sticker to the girl's paperwork and discharged her home with her parents. Then, I watched as Brooke paper-clipped a lollipop and a balloon sticker to the man's discharge paperwork.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Brooke gave me a crooked smile.
"Now, Brooke, be a good girl. Don't rub it in."
Brooke let out a sigh. Reluctantly, she put the second lollipop and sticker down on the counter. She sighed again and headed over to bed 17.
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Injections
RandomY/n who is scared of needles woke up one morning feeling really ill but her parents didn't believe her so they took her to a mental hospital. Hope you enjoy ☺️
