I held him tight as the cherry coloured drops of blood formed like little beads and ran down his leg. His tiny face full of tension, changed colour and he let out anxious cries and heavy, panting breaths. I held him tighter and whispered in his ear, caressing his small head as I swayed him back and forth to calm him. Slowly the cries turned to small whimpers and suddenly his bright eyes spotted something overhead and the whimpers became small smiles and eager curiousness once more. The pain was forgotten and never to be thought of again.