Nova looks up at me as we walk back inside.
“Is that doctor going to hurt me?” she asks.
Her little hand is inside mine, and she looks up at me so trustingly.
“No, sweetheart. Remember, I said he may have to do things like take blood, which can hurt because it’s a needle, but he won’t hurt you. I won’t let him, and neither will anyone else. I am getting my own tests done. I thought you might want to sit in my lap while I get mine done. Then you can ask questions and find out what he’s doing.”
“He’ll let me ask questions?” she asks.
“I love questions. I love when others are curious about what I’m doing,” Everett says as we walk in. “We haven’t been introduced yet, young lady. I am Dr. Everett, but most everyone here calls me Doc or Everett,” he reaches out his hand to shake hers.
Nova
