chaoticgeekery gave me this evil idea, so I'm sorry in advance for hurting Sophie.

Sophie: 12

From the moment Sophie woke up, she knew something was off. There was an odd pain that made itself present when she tried to get out of bed.

She walked into the kitchen, clutching her side and following the smell of pancake batter. David and Patrick looked up and smiled as she sat down at the dining table.

"Morning, sweetheart, do you want any breakfast? I made pancakes, your favorite," Patrick asked, holding up the spatula.

"No thanks, papa. I'm not hungry."

"Do you feel okay?" David placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know, my stomach kind of hurts and I don't feel hungry,"

The two husbands exchanged worried glances as if to speak telepathically. Patrick jerked his head towards Sophie and smiled.

"Baby," David started, "how about one of us stays home with you today and one of us can go to the store?"

"Yeah, that's fine, thanks,"

"Do you want to stay behind, David? I've got some stuff to work on anyways." David nodded and they went back to their plates of food.

As they ate their breakfast and as Patrick got ready for work, they kept an eye on their daughter. It was unusual for her to not want to eat, even if she didn't feel good.

After he left for the store, David took Sophie back to her room and helped her back into bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and moved the wisps of black hair away from her eyes.

"Do you feel any better?"

"Not really," she shrugged, "my stomach hurts a little more than it did earlier, I don't know why."

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm gonna call your father and let him know if some things that need to get done. Will you be alright?" She nodded and he walked out of the room.

David moved to the living room and plopped onto the couch, dialing his husband's cellphone number. When he heard Patrick pick up on the other line, David told him of the inventory that needed to be taken, and the vendors he had to call.

He got about four minutes into their call until when he heard screams of pain coming from down the hall. He assured Patrick he would call him back soon, hung up, and rushed into his daughter's room to find her hunched over in pain, clutching her stomach.

"Holy fuck, Sophie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

She shook her head violently. "The pain is getting worse, I feel like I might get sick,"

David looked around and grabbed the garbage can from the other side of the room, giving it to her and watching her hold it close to her body. She let out a scream as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh god, stay here, I'm going to go call 911."

"No! The closest hospital is in Elmdale!"

"Hey," he rubbed her arm, "it'll be okay, I promise."

He dashed out of her bedroom and down the hallway back to the couch, where his phone was still thrown on the coffee table. He dialed 911 as fast as his fingers would go and informed them of the situation. David let out a sigh of relief as he heard the operator say that an ambulance was on its way.

"Hey, hang on, love, an ambulance is coming." He said, sitting back down on her bed.

There was nothing David could do as his daughter cried out in pain except hold her hand and rub her back. Minutes ticked on, and it wasn't until about twenty-five minutes later until they heard sirens from outside their small cottage.

The next part was a bit of a blur for David. One moment he was opening the door to three paramedics, and the next, he was sitting next to his daughter who was on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance. It took him a moment, but he then realized he never called Patrick back.

"Hello? David? What's happening? Why is there screaming and voices in the background?"

"Close the store, I'm in an ambulance. Sophie's going to the hospital,"

"What? Why the fuck- what's wrong?"

"The pain in her stomach got really bad, that's all I know. Please, just get down here."

"Ugh-fuck, yeah, I'm on my way. Please, keep me updated."

David hung up and shoved the phone back in his pocket, shifting his attention to his daughter. He grabbed onto her hand, squeezing it tightly.

The driver pulled into the hospital parking row and wheeled her stretcher into the building, taking her into a vacant room. They got her into the bed and a doctor came in to do a blood test, hoping that would allow them to make a diagnosis.

About ten minutes later, the door opened to reveal Patrick, hair messy and his eyes red. He glanced around the room and spotted his daughter, in pain and tears.

"What's going on?" He asked, sitting in a plastic chair beside the bed.

"We don't know yet. A doctor came in to do a blood test, but he hasn't come back yet."

Patrick tried everything he could to calm Sophie down, including humming the tune to Simply The Best.

Soon, the same doctor knocked on the door and came in with a clipboard in hand.

"Hello, Roses, I'm Dr. Kelly. Now, I can see that Ms. Sophie is in a great deal of pain, so I'll make this quick. Your daughter has appendicitis, and we're going to perform a Laparoscopic appendectomy."

Dr. Kelly explains what was involved with the operation and the different risks that came with it. He gave them some paperwork to sign so they were able to get this started as soon as possible, which they gladly signed.

After making sure it had been at least eight hours since she had last eaten, they quickly got her into a hospital gown, put her IV in, and rolled her into the operating room.

During the hour she was in surgery, David and Patrick were pacing around the waiting room. David's anxiety was through the roof, and Patrick couldn't do much to relax him. The only thing they needed to know was that their daughter was safe.

Minutes slowly ticked by, and soon, Dr. Kelly came out to inform them that the surgery went great and that she was being moved into a recovery room. He walked the couple to the room and left them as they made their way inside.

Sophie was still asleep due to the anesthesia she was given, so, they sat by her bedside and waited for her eyes to flutter open, which came about thirty minutes later.

"Papa? Daddy? Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, baby, you had surgery for appendicitis. Do you remember any of that?"

"Yeah, a little bit. Am I going to be okay, daddy?"

"Yeah," David smiled, "you're gonna be alright."

Hi everyone! Sorry about the ending, I didn't know how else to end it. I hope you liked this oneshot and I love you all so much ❤️