On our least-fun summer outing, the four of us went to a walk-in medical clinic for strep tests one Sunday. We all went into the same examination room. For some reason, the doctor examined Emily first, then me, then Belle, so Craig was last. [CMC Edit: The doctor examined Emily first because I knew Belle would hate the throat culture. I wanted Emily to go first so she didn't see Belle get upset first and then not want her throat culture.] Each exam ended with a throat culture. An uncomfortable, awkward, gag-inducing throat culture. Since the girls had their throats cultured first, they each took one of Craig's hands when it was his turn to be examined. They clearly disliked their own experience getting their throats cultured, and they wanted to support Craig through his. The doctor marveled at Belle and Emily's empathy.
Last week in Mystic, Belle felt unwell at dinner so (after a meltdown) she lay herself down on the floor in the corner of the restaurant next to our table. Emily went to her and rubbed her back.
Emily got scared when we watched a movie together during one of our sick days last week, so Belle took Em's hand and talked to her soothingly ("it's OK, Emily. Don't be scared. It's just a movie. It's only pretend.").
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