James dropped the pan into the sink and grabbed a towel to
dry his hands as he turned around at Ainsley’s frantic cry. His heart stopped
at the scene in front of him. Sianin was sitting in her high chair with a
little pile of what James recognized as Ainsley’s cereal in front of her on her
tray. Her arms were flailing and her face was pinched in a cry but no sounds were
coming out of her mouth, and her chest was heaving as she tried to gasp in a
“What happened?” he shouted. He rushed up to Sianin and
yanked her out of her chair before he began smacking her on the back. “Ainsley,
“I was sharing my cereal!” she sobbed.
James felt dizzy and his ears were ringing as he continued
working to help his daughter breathe. He flipped her so that her belly was
against his forearm and he angled her body slightly downwards, hoping gravity
would help him as he continued to beat his hand against Sianin’s back.
WAIT DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THAT POST FROM YEARS AGO ABOUT IF WE GOT A FEMALE DOCTOR THEY’D HAVE THE RUNNING JOKE ABOUT POCKETS SO SHE’S ALWAYS PUTTING THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER IN RANDOM PLACES CAUSE WOMEN’S CLOTHES DON’T HAVE POCKETS PLEASE CAN WE GET THAT NOW