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“Stay by her head. Give her comfort while I look at her stomach,” Angelo said.
She felt her Daddy come right next to her head, placing his hands on her hair.
“Storm. I’m going to need you to let go of the pressure. I need to look at the stitches and see what needs to be done,” Angelo said. “Can you move your hands for me?”
She moved her hands slowly and placed them on her chest. She knew they were bloody, but she didn’t want to get the couch even more blood-stained.
Angelo lifted her sticky, bloody shirt off her stomach. Silence filled the room. Storm didn’t know who all was here and she didn’t want to look.
“I’m going to need to restitch it,” he said. “I don’t have time to give her pain meds or numbing medicine. She’s pale and needs to be restitched.”
She shook her head. She was not going to get restitched with no pain meds or numbing medicine. That was not what she signed up for.
“No,” she whimpered.
Her stomach was already on fire with pain and she couldn’t handle any more. She wanted the pain to go away.
“After I stitch it back up, we’ll need to take her back to the compound and give her some blood. I don’t know how much she’s lost, but by how pale she is, she needs it,” Angelo said.
“N-No,” she whispered, trying to move her head up to look at Angelo better.
“Stormy,” Daddy said. “Look at me.”
She looked at him and her stomach sank. His face was worried, almost like he was scared.
“Can you be Daddy’s brave Little girl?” he asked. “Daddy doesn’t want you to lose any more blood and Angelo needs to do this fast.”
She shook her head. She didn’t think she could be brave right now. It was scary and she was already in so much pain. Anymore and she knew she would pass out.
“Daddy will be right next to you. You can squeeze my hand as hard as you like or bite into it,” he said. “But I need you to be my brave Little Stormy for me.”
She so badly wanted to say no, but she knew she needed to get stitched back up. If she didn’t, she could die.
“O-Otay,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Daddy got down right next to her and held one of her bloody hands.
“Ready?” Angelo said.
“I’m s-scared,” she said, looking at Daddy.
“I know you are, but you’re my brave little Stormy. I’ll get you a new stuffie and some ice cream once you’re all better,” he replied.
Storm looked at Angelo. “R-ready.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath in.
“I’m going to need you to breathe through your chest, not your stomach. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I have to in order to stitch you back up,” Angelo said. “I know it might be hard, but I need you to focus on that.”
Storm tried her hardest to focus on breathing through her chest, but when she felt the first needle push through her skin, a scream bubbled through her chest and out of her mouth. It hurt so bad! She didn’t know if she would be able to continue.
“You’re doing so good,” Daddy said. “So brave for Daddy.”
She took a shallow breath in and felt Angelo push the needle through her skin again. Clenching her jaw, she tried to keep her crying and screaming at bay, but it was so hard.
“Squeeze Daddy’s hand,” he said. “Squeeze it.”
Storm sobbed and squeezed his hand as hard as she could. She didn’t know how hard it was, but she felt like she was going to break one of his fingers.
