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Ahhh.
***
Emily
“Not Emily?” I asked. Heat rushed to the surface of my skin as I flushed from embarrassment. Sitting on his couch wearing a nightgown he had picked for his future Little did nothing to ease the embarrassment. Changing it wasn’t an option though, its cheerful design just brought so much comfort. Tonight was a night of firsts for sure. Being nude, bathed, and held by a man was all new to me. I was just feeling so raw that his care was like balm on my emotional wounds.
“Well, I could be your Uncle. You are the sweetest Little princess, but I would like to be more.”
“More?”
Onyx sucked in a breath, and seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “I would like to be your Daddy one day, but that’s something we can talk about when you’re feeling better, princess.”
Holy shit. Onyx wanted to be my Daddy?
***
I whimpered and Onyx held me tighter. “Fuck, Elliot. Be careful,”
“I’m trying to be as gentle as I can.”
“Well, try harder, dammit,” Onyx growled.
“Okay, darlin’,” Elliot, the nice doctor, said, giving me a smile. “I don’t believe there’s going to be any serious damage. Definitely some bruising and swelling. The area around your eye will bruise too because of where he hit you, but it’s nothing to be worried about. Onyx is going to take good care of you. Lots of rest and cuddles are my remedy. I’m going to give you something to help with the pain and swelling before I go, so you’ll feel better soon.”
I smiled at him as I held Nibbles.
“Can I see your arm where he grabbed you? I just want to make sure there’s no lasting damage.”
“Yes, Sir.” He seemed really nice. I wondered if he had a Little. I held out my arm for him to examine.
“It’s bruised badly, love. I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he said, digging in his bag. He handed me some stickers and I squealed. I was a sticker slut.
Elliot patted my head and handed another something to Onyx. “Here are some acetaminophen suppositories for the pain. She can take oral medication too. I’m just not sure what type you were looking for. I’ll get these photos to the sheriff's office. Let’s stick to the typical rules of any dizziness, vomiting, or confusion and you take her to Strickland Memorial immediately. I’m going to give her an injection of Toradol for the pain and inflammation. It won’t have any negative side effects, but she can’t have any more anti-inflammatory medication for twenty-four hours. That’s why I’m leaving the acetaminophen suppositories.”
“Got it,” Onyx answered.
“I don’t need suppositories or injections,” I argued, wrinkling my nose. I knew what those words meant. They was yucky.
Elliot just pulled up my nightgown and wiped my thigh with an alcohol pad. He must have already gathered the medicine before he had the syringe ready to go.
“Wait,” I yelled.
He paused, his expression calm.“Yes, love?”
“I think I’m allergic to this medicine.”
“Oh yeah? What medicines are you allergic to?”
“The one in there,” I said, pointing to the scary needle. I’d already forgotten the name he’d said.
“And that would be?”
“The… uh…. um… maybe I’m just allergic to shots.”
“Lots of Little ones seem to be,” he said dryly, before quickly jabbing the needle into my thigh.
“Ouchie,” I cried. It didn’t really hurt, though. I was just being dramatic.
