Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 2

"Try get him to keep still... relax him." the technologist instructed.

Monica leaned down to her whimpering little boy, "Okay, you're going to have to stay still for mummy."

He shook his head as tears streamed down his face, terrified of the environment around him and the pain in this leg.

It broke her heart in two to see such pain and fear in his face, especially when out of the two of them Johnny was the one that resembled Freddie the most. No child as young as him should've been suffering.

"Shhhh... They only want to take a special picture of your leg to see if they can make it better," she rubbed his head soothingly. "Would you like to count to ten?"

He nodded, and he stopped struggling slightly as Monica nodded to the technologist before holding up her fingers for the boy to see.

"One... two... three... four... five..." they counted together as one or two lights flashed above.

"There we are, we'll send that to the doctor." The technician nodded approvingly.

"Thank god" Monica thought, knowing that Roshni would need her nappy changed about now and wondering how those boys were getting on with it.

In the changing unit...

"Just wipe her clean, Fred" Phoebe pleaded, handing the repulsed man a fresh baby wipe.

"She will piss all over me!" He backed away from Roshni laying on the unit as he pinched his nose tight, dirtied nappy open. The toddler was now bawling her eyes out over the fuss her father had caused with his raised voice.

"You've got to, otherwise if she sits in her own mess any longer her skin will be sore." Phoebe coaxed him loudly over her wailing, placing the nappy in a plastic bag.

Freddie glanced back to his little girl waiting helplessly as his assistant wiped her tears away with a clean tissue. He was reluctant, but he knew that if he didn't do anything she'd be suffering.

"I can't let my little girl go through this out of my own selfishness... if Monica can do it multiple times a day how hard can it be?" he thought.

He scoffed, "What kind of father am I?", taking the wet wipe and gently rolling the girl onto her tummy.

"That's it... nice and clean" Phoebe encouraged the man as he turned his head away as far as he could stretch and reluctantly cleaned her up.

Now he'd really begun to wish he never left Neverland Ranch.

"Is she done yet, Phoebe?" He opened one eye, wiping in between her legs.

"Yes, that is fine. Now go open a clean nappy for her." Phoebe pulled out the rash cream.

"What's that for?" Freddie widened his eyes in fear.

"This goes on her bottom-"

"For goodness sake, Phoebe! Let me put the bloody thing on her at least!" He dug through the nappy bag, thinking about how Monica had to do this disgusting routine more than once every day and she still loved them.

"Alright, I'll do it!" His assistant sighed in defeat, and got to work.

"Thank you dear," he opened the new nappy and gently slid it under Roshni's legs. "Now... what goes where?"

"The two flaps go into the middle- ahh no, you're uhmm... you're supposed to remove the protector off the sticky bits first." Phoebe awkwardly tried to interfere.

"I should've practiced this on a bloody teddy bear like Monica did before they arrived." Freddie muttered under his breath, pressing into place.

"Well, count yourself lucky you're practicing on a real baby." Phoebe picked her dungarees up and fed each leg through one by one as Freddie darted to the sink and frantically pumped a large amount of liquid soap onto his hands.