Courage of the little one

I'm at the HUSM pediatric clinic now. It's lunchtime and the halls are all empty, a contrast to the earlier bustling and commotion when the clinic was at full swing.
Just now I helped a nurse here to draw blood from a little baby, whose skin is still red like a newborn. He is so tiny that it saddened me to know he is very ill, for what else would he be lying on the hospital bed looking at me with those doe eyes so innocently? I didn't actually do anything, my main job was to comfort the baby because the mother was not around at the time. So I caressed his forehead, hoping that he'll feel safe. Then the nurse took out a hollow needle and prick his hand, all the while I was trying to comfort the baby. When the nurse finally pricked his hand, I saw that the baby was shocked at the sudden pain and he cried. What is worse that the nurse had to move the needle around in the baby hand because she couldn't find his vein and there is no blood coming out. However, when I half expected the baby to cry harder and louder, he didn't. He just cried a little more and then fell silent. It is just as if he was trying to endure the pain bravely. He vomited out some milk but that was all.
Finally, after a while (30 s or 1 min), blood finally came out of the needle. The required volume of blood was 3 ml (which is by the way, is quite a big volume from so little a child) but the baby didn't cry. Relatively, he is quite silent all the way. It was only when the nurse took out the needle the cried a little.
But my God, he is to me the bravest baby in the world. And my heart goes to you, little one. I hope you get well, insyaAllah.