She cried harder as he wiped at the cut, more out of fear than it actually hurting her. Then she looked down at her right arm pressed close to her chest. “The chair fell over and my arm got squished. You have to fix it…”

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting

He shushed her gently, hoping to calm her as he cleaned the cut. It had stopped bleeding for the most part, and Tom switched his attention to her arm. “Okay, honey. This might hurt, okay? Daddy’s gonna check your arm to see if we can fix it at home.” He knew very well the number of injuries in young children skyrocket when they are left unattended. As his fingers gentle prodded her arm, he felt the very thing that he wanted to avoid – a broken bone.