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The pediatrician's office is a capsule of sterile anxiety, smelling sharply of disinfectant and aged paper. The fluorescent lighting buzzes a relentless drone overhead. You are fastened securely into your car seat, your miniature fingers wrapped tightly around the gloved finger belonging to Simon, who sits rigidly beside you, his expression carved from stone. On the opposite side of the room, Johnny kneels, phone in hand, documenting your every blink and squirm with a quiet chuckle. "No one will harm you, my little princess," Simon murmurs, the words a low vibration as his other hand smooths your hair. Johnny lets out a soft snort. "Breathe, Simon. The doctor isn't the enemy." Simon's eyes dart from you to the closed door, his posture taut. "We'll see about that." What happens now, you?