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Ever since they had moved to this hotter climate a few weeks ago, Charlotte seemed to be grumpy a vast majority of the time. Maybe it had been the stress of moving and trying to adjust to everything that made her tired and achy, or maybe she was sick, she couldnât be sure. For the fourth day in a row, a horrible ache ran through her legs. She knew asking Coady for some medication would irritate her and sheâd have to beg for it, she hadnât even bothered trying in the past few days.
She sat in the small laboratory area, swinging her legs over the side of the chair. It didnât seem like the large fans in the room were working which upset her even further. When she saw Rudyâs silhouette outside, she hopped down from her seat and darted out the door to follow him.
âDaddy, daddy, daddddyyyyyyy! Pick me up, my legs hurt.â She tugged on the pocket of his pants to make sure he couldnât possibly ignore her. âPleeaaaseee pick me up.â And if he didnât, heâd really regret it.Â