Growing up, chicken pox were something of a right of passage. Once a child received them, the rest was inevitable. Sonya had no issue with that, but there was a vaccine and in such confines within the dome, she thought it was better safe than sorry. She certainly knew of some parents with children who chickpox could be fatal, and if there was a vaccine, she might as well have Cassie get it.
She just had to tell herself that when having to hold the toddler down for a needle.
The mentioned child was in her arms now as she was called to the desk for her appointment.