The sterile, white-walled clinic was as cold and uninviting as Mia had imagined. She walked in with her father, who looked visibly nervous, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn jeans. Mia rolled her eyes at his anxiety and plopped herself down on the exam table, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Mia, please, try to be a little more cooperative," her father pleaded, his voice low and gravelly.
Mia snorted. "Cooperative? I'm just sitting here, papai. What more do you want from me?"
The nurse entered the room, carrying a tray with a syringe and two disposable diapers from Pampers. Mia raised an eyebrow at the diapers. "Uh, nurse, I think there's been a mix-up. I'm not a baby."
The nurse smiled, her teeth shining bright against her dark skin. "The vaccine might cause some discomfort, and these diapers are to help with any accidents."
Mia snickered at the thought of a 13-year-old wearing a diaper. "Seriously? You've got to be kidding me."
The nurse ignored her and prepped Mia's arm for the shot. Mia's father looked away, unable to watch, but Mia stared directly at the needle. She wasn't afraid of needles, never had been. She was more afraid of the vaccine itself, of what it might do to her.
The nurse injected the vaccine, and Mia barely flinched. But a few minutes later, she started making strange noises and shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"Mia, what's wrong?" her father asked, his voice filled with concern.
Mia just smirked and said, "Don't worry, papai, it's just a little side effect."
The noises continued, getting louder and more frequent. Mia's face turned red, and she started to sweat.
The nurse offered Mia a diaper, but Mia refused, saying she could handle it. Mia's father looked relieved, but the nurse looked skeptical.
Mia's movements became more pronounced, and she let out a loud moan. Mia's father's eyes widened, and he looked at the nurse in panic.
Mia, noticing her father's distress, laughed and said, "Relax, papai, it's just a reaction to the vaccine. You're the one acting like a baby."
Mia's father stammers out an apology, and the nurse tries to hide her amusement. Mia just shakes her head and continues to make noises.
Finally, the noises subside, and Mia sits up, looking proud of herself. Mia's father looks relieved, and the nurse looks impressed.
Mia gets off the exam table and takes the diaper from the nurse, saying, "Might as well use this now."
Mia's father looks at her in disbelief, but Mia just winks at him and says, "Don't worry, papai, I'm still your little girl."
Mia's father wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. "You'll always be my little girl, Mia. No matter what."
Mia smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She might have been a teenager, but she would always be her father's little girl. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
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