Worry
Title: Worry
Fandom: Christy
"Miz Christy!" Christy sat up in bed to see Ruby Mae hunched over holding her stomach. Christy rushed towards her resting a hand on her forehead, it was burning. Earlier that evening the young woman mentioned a stomach pain she was having all day, but when she assured them it was nothing, any worry had seized there. Without asking Ruby Mae made her way to the bed with tousled covers and laid down whimpering.
"I am going to tell David to get the doctor ok?" A nodded head was the only response. Not bothering with a robe Christy raced out of the house to David's bunk knocking frequently. Worry glowed through his eyes as he pulled it open and when she was through speaking without hesitation he collected Prince and quickly galloped in the direction of Neil's cabin.
Christy had returned to the room and as she watched Ruby Mae sleep Neil entered the room, pushed Christy aside and begin his examination and question.
“You have an ulcer Ruby Mae.”
“A what?”
“An ulcer it's caused by stress and worry. In other words relax. And before you ask it's not deadly.”
“It sure feels like it!”
Fandom: Christy
"Miz Christy!" Christy sat up in bed to see Ruby Mae hunched over holding her stomach. Christy rushed towards her resting a hand on her forehead, it was burning. Earlier that evening the young woman mentioned a stomach pain she was having all day, but when she assured them it was nothing, any worry had seized there. Without asking Ruby Mae made her way to the bed with tousled covers and laid down whimpering.
"I am going to tell David to get the doctor ok?" A nodded head was the only response. Not bothering with a robe Christy raced out of the house to David's bunk knocking frequently. Worry glowed through his eyes as he pulled it open and when she was through speaking without hesitation he collected Prince and quickly galloped in the direction of Neil's cabin.
Christy had returned to the room and as she watched Ruby Mae sleep Neil entered the room, pushed Christy aside and begin his examination and question.
“You have an ulcer Ruby Mae.”
“A what?”
“An ulcer it's caused by stress and worry. In other words relax. And before you ask it's not deadly.”
“It sure feels like it!”