“BUT IT’S MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!”, wailed Alison, tears streaming down her almost eight year old face.
Amrita winced and gave her daughter a hug.
“I know, sweetie”, she said sympathetically. “But it’s not safe for us to go home and have your party right now. We’ll have a bigger party in a little while, ok?”
“I DON’T WANT A BIGGER PARTY LATER! I WANT TO HAVE MY PARTY ON MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!” Alison was starting to choke on her tears, making her very hard to understand. “UNCLE HIDEKI AND UNCLE NICKI WERE GOING TO BE THERE! AND ALL MY FRIENDS WERE GOING TO DRESS UP LIKE FAIRIEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!”
The wailing dissolved into racking sobs as the little girl’s tears soaked through the elven woman’s jacket. Terrence looked on helplessly from the other side of the clinic. Jacob was sobbing softly in his father’s arms, upset by his sister’s crying.
“Sweetie, your tummy is hurt, remember?”, said Amrita, pointing to the girl’s heavily wrapped abdomen where the sniper bullet had somehow managed to miss her vital organs after passing through her mother’s leg. “You’re not going to be able to eat your ice cream cake or any of the treats.”
“NO! IT’S FINE!”, wailed the child, despite cringing in pain with the effort. “I’M OK! I CAN EAT MY CAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKE!”
Amrita sighed helplessly, and continued to hold her daughter, waiting for the sobbing and shaking to lessen. Doc Thompson walked into the room and on seeing the screaming girl, made a beeline for the medication cart.
“I can give her something to help calm her down”, he said in his gruff voice.
Amrita only shook her head and continued to hold the wailing little girl.
The doctor shook his head and stalked back out the door muttering, “Dammit, I’m a doctor, not a babysitter…”