Baizhu pulls the splinter out of your hand gently. You were too scared to do it yourself at the moment. So you came to your caregiver.

"It's out, little one, it's over," Baizhu reassures you softly, smiling down at you.

Then Baizhu pulls out a bandaid when the small wound starts bleeding. Which only makes you even more squeamish. Getting splinters is awful.