Chapter 4
Many cups of tea
Chapter 4 Many cups of tea
A/N: I apologize for not writing this chapter sooner, but I've been busy with schoolwork & regular work. Plus I'm trying to finish up my other stories because I hate to leave them hanging! Please R&R.
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Dr. Proudfoot arrived at Bag-End about an hour after Sam had gone to fetch him, and Frodo opened a bleary eye when there were a few knocks on the front door.
"Coming," Frodo mumbled, sliding out of bed and grimacing as his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. His dark curls stuck out every which way and his blankets were sliding off of his shoulders as he shuffled towards the front hall. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.
"Good morning, Master Baggins. I hear you're not well?"
Frodo shook his head as he let him in, leading him into the parlor. "Haven't felt right since yesterday morning."
Dr. Proudfoot nodded and had Frodo lay on the couch so that he could give him a check up. The doctor opened his large leather briefcase on the coffee table and Frodo saw that it was filled with vials of many colors and other medical equipment. Frodo suddenly sneezed loudly, startling the doctor and a few things clattered to the floor.
"Sorry," Frodo apologized.
"Sounds like you're in for a bit of a cold, sir. How have you been feeling besides a runny nose?"
"Headache and my stomach feels as though it is going around in circles."
"I see. Are you having trouble breathing?"
"Actually yes-my chest feels tight."
Dr. Proudfoot asked Frodo to unbutton his bedclothes so that he could place the stethescope on the bare skin. "It may be a little cold when it first touches you," Dr. Proudfoot warned as he stuck the metal end against Frodo's chest.
"Certainly!" Frodo cried, trying not to jump but his determination caused the healer to laugh.
"Now. Take a deep breath-that's it. Now exhale-inhale-exhale. And again.good. Yes, your breathing does sound a bit conjested. So for that I am going to prescribe some strawberry and honey syrup for your cough-I try to make the flavors as interesting as possible. For your sinuses I think the cinnamon syrup will do just fine and I would also recommend an herbal steam bath with rosemary every so often. For your fever here is a bottle of liquid peppermint. It is a bit nauseating but it will cool you off. Let's see-anything else I've forgotten." he rubbed his chin. "Ah. Plenty of bed rest and drink a lot of fluids. That is about all you can do for a cold besides drugging yourself up."
Now it was Frodo's turn to laugh. "Thank you, Dr. Proudfoot. I'm afraid I've been babied as a lad and I am a bit apprehensive about caring for myself. I'm sure I'll be able to handle this, though."
"Bilbo used to care for your illnesses, didn't he?" Dr. Proudfoot asked.
"Yes. But he's gone to live in Rivendell, so I'm pretty much on my own."
"I see. Well-please contact me if you're having any trouble. Don't fetch me on your own of course-send Samwise. Good afternoon, Master Baggins. I'd best be off on my rounds." The doctor packed up his briefcase and put on his hat and cloak before leaving Frodo to his own devices.
When he was alone again, Frodo eyed the medicine bottles on the coffee table and decided to take Dr. Proudfoot's advice and go up to bed. He gathered the bottles and headed down the corridor, nearly stumbling as a wave of dizziness engulfed him, and entered his room. His soft featherbed never looked so welcoming and he literally fell into it and was asleep within seconds.
Chapter 4 Many cups of tea
A/N: I apologize for not writing this chapter sooner, but I've been busy with schoolwork & regular work. Plus I'm trying to finish up my other stories because I hate to leave them hanging! Please R&R.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dr. Proudfoot arrived at Bag-End about an hour after Sam had gone to fetch him, and Frodo opened a bleary eye when there were a few knocks on the front door.
"Coming," Frodo mumbled, sliding out of bed and grimacing as his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. His dark curls stuck out every which way and his blankets were sliding off of his shoulders as he shuffled towards the front hall. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.
"Good morning, Master Baggins. I hear you're not well?"
Frodo shook his head as he let him in, leading him into the parlor. "Haven't felt right since yesterday morning."
Dr. Proudfoot nodded and had Frodo lay on the couch so that he could give him a check up. The doctor opened his large leather briefcase on the coffee table and Frodo saw that it was filled with vials of many colors and other medical equipment. Frodo suddenly sneezed loudly, startling the doctor and a few things clattered to the floor.
"Sorry," Frodo apologized.
"Sounds like you're in for a bit of a cold, sir. How have you been feeling besides a runny nose?"
"Headache and my stomach feels as though it is going around in circles."
"I see. Are you having trouble breathing?"
"Actually yes-my chest feels tight."
Dr. Proudfoot asked Frodo to unbutton his bedclothes so that he could place the stethescope on the bare skin. "It may be a little cold when it first touches you," Dr. Proudfoot warned as he stuck the metal end against Frodo's chest.
"Certainly!" Frodo cried, trying not to jump but his determination caused the healer to laugh.
"Now. Take a deep breath-that's it. Now exhale-inhale-exhale. And again.good. Yes, your breathing does sound a bit conjested. So for that I am going to prescribe some strawberry and honey syrup for your cough-I try to make the flavors as interesting as possible. For your sinuses I think the cinnamon syrup will do just fine and I would also recommend an herbal steam bath with rosemary every so often. For your fever here is a bottle of liquid peppermint. It is a bit nauseating but it will cool you off. Let's see-anything else I've forgotten." he rubbed his chin. "Ah. Plenty of bed rest and drink a lot of fluids. That is about all you can do for a cold besides drugging yourself up."
Now it was Frodo's turn to laugh. "Thank you, Dr. Proudfoot. I'm afraid I've been babied as a lad and I am a bit apprehensive about caring for myself. I'm sure I'll be able to handle this, though."
"Bilbo used to care for your illnesses, didn't he?" Dr. Proudfoot asked.
"Yes. But he's gone to live in Rivendell, so I'm pretty much on my own."
"I see. Well-please contact me if you're having any trouble. Don't fetch me on your own of course-send Samwise. Good afternoon, Master Baggins. I'd best be off on my rounds." The doctor packed up his briefcase and put on his hat and cloak before leaving Frodo to his own devices.
When he was alone again, Frodo eyed the medicine bottles on the coffee table and decided to take Dr. Proudfoot's advice and go up to bed. He gathered the bottles and headed down the corridor, nearly stumbling as a wave of dizziness engulfed him, and entered his room. His soft featherbed never looked so welcoming and he literally fell into it and was asleep within seconds.