Dawn held you in her lap, gently and slightly bouncing you on her leg as she tried to keep you calm. You were hugging a stuffed animal, squeezing it as the the pain was too much, your little sniffles and sobs filling the room.

Dawn was using a syringe to inject medicine into you, as you wouldn’t take it on your own will. You were sick and she was just trying to make you feel better.

“Calm down, baby…” She said soothingly while injecting the dose of medicine.