[EDITED AND REWRITTEN]

SOPHIE POV 

I wake up at 9 am since it's Sunday to dad making breakfast.I shower, get dressed, and head downstairs. He was still in his night suit.

"Good morning, dad" .I say.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Pretty good. What about you?" I asked.

"The best I have in a while". He said. Then, he focused on making the special dad sandwich he was making.

"They smell good." I say. My arm was hurting, but I decided to hide it.

"Why wouldn't they? It's my special." He said. We both laughed. 

"Set the table". He said. I hesitated cause my arm was hurting, and I didn't want to make it worse.

I set the table, using the tablecloth as carefully as I could, but still I winced, which fortunately dad didn't notice cause he didn't react so I just and kept the dishes on it ignoring the pain. In a while, it settled down. 

"Special is ready". He said, putting some in my mouth.

"Amazing," I said as I chewed it.

"Thank you." He said. He set them on two plates, we both ate them. Then he went upstairs to get dressed. I did the dishes, it was hard with my arm and suddenly it got wet. I screamed out in pain. Dad immediately came running down.

"What happened?" He asked, rushing to me.

"My arm hurts, it got wet." I said, now completely in tears.

He led me to the couch and rolled my sleeve up, his face filled with seriousness.

"The dressing got off, and it looks bad." He said.

"Do something, and fix it, please it hurts bad," I said.

"Calm down and take a deep breath. We're going to go to duke's office." He said.

The thought of going to Duke's office scared me, but it hurt too much. We walked there and when we reached, dad and duke talked, and they immediately got me to the office that was just upstairs. I was still crying. I didn't really cry cause of physical pain, but this was extreme. Somehow, both of them got me to calm down.

"Sophie, it's going to be alright. Just give us a few minutes." Duke said.

"What do you have to do?" I asked, scared of what was going to happen.

"We'll have to see. Do you want any of us to hold your hand?" Duke asked. Dad was getting some stuff from the cabinets. 

"Dad please," I said.

"Alright, Ash I'll be doing the check." He said to dad.

"Sure," Dad said as he walked over to the table and just sat there. He took my hand in his. I squeezed it lightly, and he just nodded to me.

"I am going to look," Duke said, putting on gloves after washing his hands. I was scared.

He slowly removed the dressing that was wet.

"This will hurt a bit, but it's nothing. I am just going to keep a clean cloth so the wound isn't wet anymore and then I'll have to clean it." He said, after taking a good look

"Will it include needles?" I asked.

"If the pain isn't bad after I do this, then it won't. If it hurts bad, then yes, it will." He said.

"Okay." I said.

He slowly all the things and soon he was done. The pain was now worse than before and now I was crying into dad.

I felt him nod.

"Don't do it, It's better now." I lied.

"Your tears say the opposite," Dad said.

"It'll be fine," I said.

"If you let me do this the pain will go away sooner than it will without the shot." He said. 

"Will it hurt?" I asked. 

"Just a small pinch, nothing else so can I do it?" He asked. 

"Sure," I said. 

He prepared the needle, I wasn't going to let them do this. Dad was holding me tight, it was like he knew I was thinking of running out.

Duke walked to me, preparing to inject. I kicked him all of a sudden he fell and his head hit the desk and after that, he fell on the floor. 

"Duke are you okay?" Dad asked as he immediately hopped off the table and crouched down beside duke. 

"My head hurts bad and I can feel blood." He said. 

"Sophie get off and help me get him up if you can. Duke if you can't get up don't push yourself hard just tell me." He said taking full charge of the situation. 

Duke slowly got up with the both of us helping him. We put him on the table. I felt really guilty. I just sat on the chair. 

DUKE POV 

 My head hurt bad. I could feel blood dripping down slowly. This was going to be hard the fact that I was conscious was a plus but the blood was a big minus. 

My head hurt badly. I could feel blood dripping down slowly. This was going to be hard. The fact that I was conscious was a plus but the blood was a big minus.

Ashton and Sophie helped me up and to the table. I just laid down there, I didn't close my eyes cause I knew if I fell asleep it could be an issue.

Ashton towered over me and shining a penlight in both eyes, which was really bright. He had me do a few more things, which I obeyed.

"My head is bleeding," I said.

"I'm aware, just getting to that." He said as he went to inspect that.

"That'll need stitches." He said after looking for a minute. I let him do that, I didn't mind needles. 

"Are you done?" I asked. 

"Almost just need to do a whole workup." He said. 

"Okay," I said. 

"So symptoms?" He asked. 

"I feel a bit dizzy, it's not like I will just stand and fall it's one where I will just stumble a bit and get back up and a mild headache," I said. 

"That's it?" He asked. I nodded. I knew he was in full doctor mode now so I didn't say anything else. 

"You'll need rest for that headache and the dizziness should go away in 1 or 2 hours." He said. 

"Thank you," I said.

"I just did my job and now let's get you to sleep so you can have some rest." He said. 

He helped me up. I could walk on my own but he followed me down to my bedroom and tucked me in, mumbling a goodnight. I dozed off to sleep, I was tired. 

Sophie pov 

Dad left with Duke to get him to bed. I felt really bad and guilty. I didn't mean to kick and according to what he said to dad he was in pain cause of me. Dad walked in. I couldn't read him, his face was emotionless. 

"Hop on the table." He said. 

I did as he said. I knew he was going to give me a shot. 

He walked over to me holding a needle, he just did it without any warning. I winced a bit when it went in. 

"Shh, you're almost done." He said. 

"And done." He said and put a bandaid there.

"Dad, are you angry at me?" I asked after a while. 

"What you did was an impulse, but you have to apologize to Duke and talk to him about it when he's feeling a bit better He said. 

"Thank you, Dad," I said. I was glad he wasn't angry at me, But I was also dreading the talk with Duke. 

We just stayed at Duke's house cause dad said Duke might need something. After 2 hours he walked downstairs, seeming totally out of it. 

"You shouldn't be walking you know," Dad said to Duke as he helped him walk to the couch. 

"I just woke up didn't feel like laying down anymore." He said. 

"That's understandable, Do you still have any symptoms?" Dad asked Duke. 

"Still have a headache." He said. 

"Get some food and take some pain meds after that you should feel better." He said. 

"Can you cook?" Duke asked. 

"Sure." Dad said as he got up and walked to the kitchen. 

"Duke, I think we need to talk." I said after a while. 

"Sure, about what?" He asked. 

"About how I kicked you and you got hurt and are in pain till now." I said. 

"Sophie, It was an impulse I get it and you might not believe it but it happens quite often, kids get scared and do something on impulse and end up getting hurt themselves or the other person. 

"Still, I am so sorry for what I did." I said. 

"You're forgiven. It's in the past now let's just forget it." He said. 

"Thanks Duke." I said. 

"No worries. Mistakes must be made so that you can learn from them." He said. 

Dad came back with soup in a bowl. 

"Soup, seriously ash?" Duke said with a groan. 

"Yes, you're sick plus it has the nutrients that'll help you with your headache." He said. 

"Alright." He said and dad sat back on the couch handing him the bowl. Duke drank half of it. 

"Drink it whole. Doctor's orders." Dad said. 

"Fine." He said and gulped the whole thing. 

Dad just kept the bowl on the table and Dad got up and handed Duke some medicine and a bottle of water. Duke took those. 

"Duke, if you need me for anything call me." Dad said. 

"Alright." Duke said. 

We both went home. 

"Do you want something to eat?" Dad asked. 

"Yes, I am very hungry." I said. 

"I'll cook something up." He said and went into the kitchen. 

He cooked and after we ate, we just went to bed. I was tired after today and so was dad. He was talking to someone for a long time. 

End