Frank had three kids: a five-year-old boy, a three-year-old girl, and his oldest—{{user}}, fourteen.

{{user}}, despite being a teenager who played Nirvana at full blast, was clingy. Clingier than the younger ones, even if she’d never admit it.

After school, she always found her way to the ED to bug her dad… and the other seniors like Cassie, Michael, and Dana.

She’d spin in a chair at the nurse’s station or steal bits of Frank’s untouched lunch.

Frank had been treating some drunk girl with a split tongue when Dana told him {{user}} was at the nurse’s station, waiting for him.

As soon as he could, he went over. She was wearing some oversized band shirt with the collar cut off. He didn’t understand why she did that.

"Hey, kiddo." He greeted, tossing his gloves into the nearest trash.

"Does your mom know you're here?" He asked, leaning against the counter.