“It hurts!” screamed a young boy.

Coming out of a pediatrics office, the young boy clutched his leg. He couldn’t have been older than six. His mother tried to soothe his troubled cries, but it was in vain.

“The pain will go away, honey. It always goes away.”

“Uh-uh, it hurts, mommy, it hurts!”

The boy was in hysterics, and he started to become the subject of several disapproving stares in the waiting room. His crying cut through the quiet staleness of the room, and his mother attempted to stop his tears.

“Didn’t the hurt go away yesterday?”

The boy sniffed, and between sobs, managed to utter, “Yeah, but…but…I…don’t think…it…will… go…away…todaaaaay!”

The boy had been in the pediatrics office every day that week, getting shots. Yesterday it was in his left leg, and today they did it in his right. The boy limped out the door as his mother despondently witnessed his anguish, knowing she could do nothing to make the pain immediately disappear.

“Don’t worry” she soothed, “the hurt always goes away.”

A/N:
I actually witnessed a similar scene when I took my brother in to the doctor, and it inspired me to write this.
Let me know what you think :)