NO DOCTOR, NO SHOTS

I wake up and I am alone in the room. I have a runny nose. What! Already? My eyes burn and my throats kind of sore. I shouldn’t have had that many ice creams! What am I,fucking four? I internally admonish myself. I get up and go downstairs to look for daddy. I mean Carlos!

He is not in my room, in the kitchen or in the living room. I roam about the house trying to look for a phone to call back home. Fucking there is not one phone or computer in the house! There are other rooms as well that I am afraid to look into. I sneeze. And Carlos appears out of thin air! He picks me up. He hates to let me walk, I suppose.

"Mierda. Estas mal!". I nod, not understanding shit. He pulls out a phone from his pocket and dials a number and starts talking really fast over the phone. Once he is done, he kind of rolls me up in a blanket and hugs me tight on his laps in the living room and we watch cartoons. I look at the watch. Its 6 already. The doorbell rings and Carlos picks me up and goes to open the door. I am shy. I don’t want to meet anyone yet. That too when I am dressed like a child and in his arms. I whine. He just rubs my back. It’s soothing. I settle down.

He opens the door and lets a man inside. He is old. Really old, but he looks kind, really amicable.

He sits in front of us and I am still in daddy's laps, hugging onto him, ignoring them talking rapidly. I panic, well sort of when the man comes in front of me and swipes a thermometer in front of my head. Fuck. Carlos called a doctor?!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I tense suddenly and Carlos notices.

"Sí, tiene mucha fiebre." The doc says and Carlos looks worried. Fuck all.

Carlos unwraps me from the blanket and I hug onto him the tightest I can, refusing to let go off him as the man comes near me with his stethescope.

"No no daddy! No!" I shout.

"Hushhh ... mi amor... shhh... está bien querida."

He places the thing on me to listen to my heart beat.

"Respira por favor." The doc says. And Carlos starts to breathe loudly to show me that I have to breathe.

"Sí" the doc says trying to encourage me. He goes back and I relax a little. Carlos kisses me on the cheek and they talk for the next few minutes and I tune off.

A couple of seconds later I see the man pull out a syringe that looks fucking scary. I haven't had shots in the longest time now and I certainly don’t want start now. I am horrified.

"No no! No shots daddy!" I tell Carlos earnestly. He is speaking shit that I obviously am not interested in! I just don’t want to take the shot! I am screaming and shouting and all over the place. I am going berserk. He shouts for a certain Manuela who comes out of nowhere.

They speak rapidly.

"Sansa, calm down. Sir says it will be over in a bit. It won’t hurt much." Finally someone who can speak English!

"Tell him I don’t want one, I hate shots!" I scream back.

She conveys my message.

"Sir says, he knows and he hates it too. He is sorry but you are really sick and he is worried about your health so you have to take them so that you can be healthy again." She says looking at me sadly.

"What language are you speaking?" I ask her. She asks Carlos the permission to answer my question.

He nods.

"Spanish, ma'am." She says.

As the doctor starts walking towards me I start crying refusing to let go off Carlos.

"Hush querida... shhh..." He holds me up when he cant make me lie down and when I think I am successful, he hugs me from one hand and pulls up my skirt from the other. I scream and try to stop him when Manuela holds my hand from the front. She looks really sad though.

"It’s okay. Breathe Sansa. It will be over soon doll." She tries to calm me down as Carlos rubs my back and the doc cleans my butt with alcohol.

He stabs me with the fucking needle! It hurts! Shucks. I scream and wiggle trying to get away.

"Sansa... shhh... it’s done... almost done baby. You will feel so better afterwards." She tells me.

My bum hurts.

The moment they let go off me. I push Carlos and run back to my room crying.