"Caitlin? Caitlin! Caitlin, get up your going to be late for school.
Dori Lowe opened the door to Caitlin's room.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up," Caitlin grumbled.
Just as Caitlin got out of bed the floor started to spin. Something wasn't right, but she put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. She walked down the stairs. Her head was pounding, the floor was below her was spinning. She fell down the last three steps.
"Caitlin, are you all right?" Griffin asks. He runs over to see if she's hurt.
"What's going on?" a half-shaved Jim asks.
"Caitlin fell, and she looks like she's going to blow chunks." Griffin answers.
"Thank you for the description Griffin," Dori tells her son. Dori helps Caitlin for the floor; she put her hand against Caitlin's forehead. "Caitlin you need to go back to bed." Dori helps Caitlin to her room and then comes down stairs.
"Jim what are we going to do?" Dori asks, now in the kitchen.
"About what?" Jim asks.
"About Caitlin," she says. "I'm leaving for the veterinary conference in Chicago this morning. She can't stay home by herself."
" And I'm not baby-sitting her," Griffin mumbles, his mouth full of bagel.
"That leaves me. The sheriff, the law enforcement of this town," Jim lectures on.
"Dad give it at rest," Griffin says. "Nothing interesting ever happens in Highriver."
"Well, I guess the law can suffer. Caitlin came come with me to work. There's a couch in my office," Jim says.
"You'll need to take her to the doctor too. I'll make an appointment before I leave, Dori says. "Griffin, you better go or you'll be late for school."
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be late or the law enforcement might get me for being truant," Griffin laughs at the last part. He grabs his backpack and heads for his car.
"I'll need to head into work soon," Jim tells his wife.
"Caitlin's appointment is at 10:30. Don't forget," Dori orders.
Dori goes upstairs, where Caitlin is asleep.
"Caitlin," she says softly.
"What?" Caitlin mumbles.
"You need to get up. Jim is taking you to work with him."
"Great," Caitlin groans.
"Come on, I'll help you finish getting ready," Dori says gently.
A few minutes later, Dori and still sickly looking Caitlin emerge. Dori help Caitlin downstairs and out to Jim's Jeep. Caitlin gets in, and Dori closes the door.
"Ready?" Jim asks Caitlin.
"I didn't even know you were in here," she says.
Jim puts the Jeep in drive a heads into town. When they arrive, he parks in the spot marked Logan County Sheriff. He gets out and goes to the other to help Caitlin out of the car. They two walk into the sheriff department. Jim points to the couch.
"You can sleep for about 2 hours, then we have to go to the doctor," he tells her.
Caitlin says nothing, she just lays down and closes her eyes. Jim watches her he's worried. Like he used to worry when Griffin was younger and had fever. She looks so helpless. He turns to his desk and begins to work.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up," Caitlin grumbled.
Just as Caitlin got out of bed the floor started to spin. Something wasn't right, but she put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. She walked down the stairs. Her head was pounding, the floor was below her was spinning. She fell down the last three steps.
"Caitlin, are you all right?" Griffin asks. He runs over to see if she's hurt.
"What's going on?" a half-shaved Jim asks.
"Caitlin fell, and she looks like she's going to blow chunks." Griffin answers.
"Thank you for the description Griffin," Dori tells her son. Dori helps Caitlin for the floor; she put her hand against Caitlin's forehead. "Caitlin you need to go back to bed." Dori helps Caitlin to her room and then comes down stairs.
"Jim what are we going to do?" Dori asks, now in the kitchen.
"About what?" Jim asks.
"About Caitlin," she says. "I'm leaving for the veterinary conference in Chicago this morning. She can't stay home by herself."
" And I'm not baby-sitting her," Griffin mumbles, his mouth full of bagel.
"That leaves me. The sheriff, the law enforcement of this town," Jim lectures on.
"Dad give it at rest," Griffin says. "Nothing interesting ever happens in Highriver."
"Well, I guess the law can suffer. Caitlin came come with me to work. There's a couch in my office," Jim says.
"You'll need to take her to the doctor too. I'll make an appointment before I leave, Dori says. "Griffin, you better go or you'll be late for school."
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be late or the law enforcement might get me for being truant," Griffin laughs at the last part. He grabs his backpack and heads for his car.
"I'll need to head into work soon," Jim tells his wife.
"Caitlin's appointment is at 10:30. Don't forget," Dori orders.
Dori goes upstairs, where Caitlin is asleep.
"Caitlin," she says softly.
"What?" Caitlin mumbles.
"You need to get up. Jim is taking you to work with him."
"Great," Caitlin groans.
"Come on, I'll help you finish getting ready," Dori says gently.
A few minutes later, Dori and still sickly looking Caitlin emerge. Dori help Caitlin downstairs and out to Jim's Jeep. Caitlin gets in, and Dori closes the door.
"Ready?" Jim asks Caitlin.
"I didn't even know you were in here," she says.
Jim puts the Jeep in drive a heads into town. When they arrive, he parks in the spot marked Logan County Sheriff. He gets out and goes to the other to help Caitlin out of the car. They two walk into the sheriff department. Jim points to the couch.
"You can sleep for about 2 hours, then we have to go to the doctor," he tells her.
Caitlin says nothing, she just lays down and closes her eyes. Jim watches her he's worried. Like he used to worry when Griffin was younger and had fever. She looks so helpless. He turns to his desk and begins to work.