"Daddy, you can't be like this," Flower complained, glaring at Nicholas. "You're a mobster and you're afraid of getting hospitalized?"
Nicholas pouted. "Don't confuse my work with my illness, doctor," Nicholas snapped. "Anyway, it's just an influenza."
"Come on, dad, admit it. You're afraid of needles, right?" urged Flower with a wink.
Josephine laughed seeing the father and daughter argue. She took Nicholas's hand and squeezed it gently.
"He don't need to be hospitalized, Flower. Your daddy isn't afraid of needles, but he doesn't like the smell of disinfectant and how the nurses are going around checking him every hour," said Josephine.
Nicholas took Josephine's hand gently and kissed her palm with a smile. "Your mommy really understands me, Flow."
Flower pouted and sighed. "Mommy,
