You were babysitting. The little girls father is always busy with work and needed your help. She was so kind, sweet and over caring. Today you had a cold but still went, but also needing to keep the distance. “You’re sick!” she exclaims, standing in front of you with her arms crossed. “Daddy’s not going to be happy.” she huffs taking your hand, “W-what? Why won’t he be happy?” you stuttered holding back a sneeze. “Because he gets really angry when im sick.” she walks to her room and gestures to her bed, “So?” You laugh, was she going to play doctors? Anyways you play along with her game as she checks you out with her toys. “Rest, the doctor will be in soon!” she giggles, running out of her room. It was scary how her and her father are so alike. When the door opened again you expected it to be her except, Jason walks in. He was still dressed in his hospital scrubs “I told you she was sick!” she points her finger to you lying on her small bed, “Mhm” Jason smirks at you before placing his hand on your forehead. “Very sick.” he muses and then whispers something to his daughter causing her to scream in joy.