Daddy's Precious Little Girl

First Day Part 2

No Ones POV

The room had erupted into chaos, but with one sharp, high-pitched whistle from Mr. Delas, calm swiftly returned. He observed as the Bigs, following protocol, attended to their respective Littles. The two who had been fighting over a stuffed bear were now sobbing, but their assigned Bigs had already separated them, sitting with each child to soothe the situation. The stuffed bear, once the cause of the commotion, lay forgotten on the floor.

Everything seemed to be under control until Mr. Delas' gaze fell upon his newest student. She was hyperventilating, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid gasps. Her face had gone pale, her small body trembling uncontrollably. Lana, wide-eyed and panicked, looked unsure of what to do. Acting quickly, Mr. Delas rushed to her side, reaching out for the distressed girl. But before his arms could fully cradle her, she had already passed out, her small form going limp.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Mr. Delas quickly issued instructions to the other Bigs, telling them to continue watching over the Littles. He paused briefly outside the classroom to ask Mrs. Abrams, the caregiver teacher from the adjoining class, to supervise in his absence. With that handled, he wasted no time as he made his way to the nurse's office, carrying his fragile charge with care.

Walking in without knocking, Mr. Delas gently settled Ashlynn down on the medical bed. He raised both side rails, ensuring she was secure, before turning to face the nurse.

"What happened, Dean?" he asked. Anthony, one of the three nurses employed by the school during class hours, was already assessing the situation. After hours, the clinic near the residential floors was used for such emergencies.

"She had a panic attack," Mr. Delas explained, frustration creeping into his voice as he kicked himself for not reviewing her file sooner. With so many new students in the past couple of weeks, he hadn't had time to look over each file as thoroughly as he preferred. "Not sure what triggered it, but I recognize the signs."

Anthony nodded, frowning as he probed further. "Was it noisy in the room? Any shouting? Did someone yell at her? Was she physically hurt? Did you already assign a caregiver to her?"

The barrage of questions made Mr. Delas bristle slightly, but he knew they were necessary. He thought back to the chaos in the classroom. "Yes, there was shouting. Two Littles were fighting over a toy, and it looked like they might have knocked into Ashlynn and another Little. I was getting the situation under control when one of my students picked Ashlynn up. She looked panicked, and before I could step in, she passed out." He ran a hand through his hair. "I brought her down here to recover."

"I haven't assigned anyone to her yet. I hadn't had a chance to read over her file in detail. I thought I would watch and see who she gravitated toward naturally. But now, I think I know the perfect caregiver for her." His voice grew more certain as he spoke.

He did know. There was only one student in his class with the right experience, someone who had already cared for a Little. His first Little had tragically passed from an asthma attack—a condition even shifter blood couldn't fix. But now, Mr. Delas hoped Ethan was ready for another chance. He believed Ashlynn and Ethan could truly benefit from each other.

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Ethan's POV

"...so yes, you may be the Dom, but that does not mean you hold all the power. The relationship between you and your Little needs to be equal in power," Mr. Delas continued his teaching. I already knew all of this, though. After all, I had once cared for Duncan, my first Little. Duncan had been born with asthma, and his health had always been fragile. No one was really surprised when he was classified as a Little. For three years, we were inseparable, and Duncan, despite his constant sickness, was always smiling. His Little age was just 3, and he brought joy to everything.

I was just about to lose myself in those memories when the sounds of shouting and crying snapped me back to the present. Glancing over at the Little's play area, I noticed two Littles fighting over what seemed to be a stuffed bear. But what really caught my attention wasn't the fight—it was the Little standing just beside them. Her hands were over her ears, and she was shrinking in on herself, clearly startled. Something was wrong.

I watched as the rest of the Doms and Mr. Delas rushed over to the play area. I stayed back, keeping my eyes on the new Little. From my time with Duncan, I knew better than to touch someone having a panic attack, especially after being startled. It was clear not everyone here understood that.

Just as I was about to step in and stop the girl from touching the Little, a loud whistle cut through the room, silencing everything. The girl had already reached the Little and was trying to cradle her, but it only seemed to make things worse. The Little panicked even more, clearly overwhelmed. The girl looked completely lost, not knowing what to do.

Mr. Delas got there just as the Little passed out, quickly taking control of the situation. He told the other Doms to manage the Littles while he carried the unconscious girl out of the room. The girl who had tried to help was left standing there, looking crushed. I could see she had good intentions, but she just hadn't known how to handle it properly. I felt like I needed to check on her.

"You okay?" I asked her. The girl snapped her head in my direction before she quickly straightened up and forced a smile that I could tell was fake. "Yeah, I'm good," she replied, but the smile faded as she turned away.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned back to me, taking a deep breath as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. I waited for a moment, but when she still didn't speak, I decided to fill the silence. "She was having a panic attack. She got startled. I learned the hard way never to touch a Little who's having a panic attack after being startled," I said, the memory weighing on me.

"I definitely know that now," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I just thought she was scared, not panicked." She held out her hand and added, "I'm Lana, by the way."

I took her hand and shook it. "Ethan."

"Ethan, did you want her as a Little?" I asked, though I wasn't entirely sure why. Lana chuckled softly.

"Honestly, I'd love to have her as my Little, but she doesn't want a Mommy," Lana explained. "I've been her Dorm Dom since last night and this morning. When I asked her what kind of caregiver she wanted, she gave me this strange look when I mentioned Mommy. Her file says she was abused as a child but didn't specify by who. I'm guessing it was her mom."

Hearing that hit hard. Knowing she had been hurt like that made her feel even more vulnerable, and it only stirred something protective in me. I didn't like the idea of her facing any more pain, not if I could help it. The thought of keeping an extra eye on her felt right.

Just as I was lost in those thoughts, my phone buzzed. It was Mr. Delas, asking me to meet him in the office. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I had a feeling it had something to do with her. Either way, I was already planning to check in on her, so I headed to the office, my mind fixed on the new Little.