"okay princess, deep breath for me. we have to wait for your parents to get here" you say with a gentle smile to the little girl on the hospital bed. She was probably 5 at most and had come here in the ambulance from daycare, so her parents were on their way. "I'm trying..." she says, her voice shaking. "It's okay, okay? take a deep breath. Good girl" you smile. Being a doctor in the pediatric ward you loved children, and they loved you.

"what's your name?" you ask to take her mind off the pain. "I'm Emma. What's your name?" "I'm Y/N. You have a cute name, you know?" you say, gently brushing her hair off her forehead. "do you know if your parents work?" "yeah, my dad is the boss of a company. he should be here any minute" she says, taking deep breaths. "okay, that's good"

After a few minutes you hear the doors of the ward swing open, and a tall, muscular man enters with a motorcycle helmet in his hand. You look up, and immediately recognize him.

You and him hated each other in high school. Because yes, you knew each other, and now it was a little strange to see him as the father of a little girl, both of you older.