Chapter 3
Frodo was grateful when he heard the door to Bag-End open and
his Uncle's voice. He felt a sudden sneeze coming on and covered his
mouth with his hands as the explosion occurred.
"Good morning, Frodo." Dr. Seredic Burrows greeted the hobbit
with a smile. "Bilbo tells me you're not feeling well today?"
Frodo shrugged. "I feel a bit better. Just tired."
Dr. Burrows nodded and set his black leather breifcase on the
coffee table. Bilbo took a seat next to his nephew and put an arm
around him while the healer prepared to give the tweenager a check
up. "I've half-managed to convince myself that this could be some
strange disease," Bilbo chuckled. "Mind you—Frodo's been through
enough that I have a reason to do so."
Dr. Burrows laughed. "Don't worry yourself to your own
sickbed, Bilbo."
"I know." Bilbo admitted.
Dr. Burrows soon had everything out that he needed and before
he began the check up, he asked Frodo a series of questions. "How
exactly have you been feeling? When you woke up this morning, how did
you feel?"
"Clogged up," Frodo replied. "Could hardly breathe. Then I
couldn't stop sneezing during breakfast and it wore me out I guess."
Dr. Burrows nodded. "I see. Well—as a precautionary measure,
let me just take your temperature. You never know—these fevers can
come up at any moment."
Bilbo agreed with that statement. Dr. Burrows stuck a
thermometer into Frodo's mouth and asked that he keep it under his
tongue for about two to three minutes. Bilbo made sure that Frodo was
at perfect room temperature and scootched away as so not to interfere
with anything. Frodo felt quite rediculous with the instrument
sticking out of his mouth. He kept eyeing Bilbo with a pitious
expression and the old hobbit gave him a warning glance. When the
minutes were up, Dr. Burrows removed the thermometer and looked at
it.
"Perfectly normal temperature. This is in deed strange. You
know—perhaps I ought to look up his symptoms in one of my medical
books at home, and perhaps I could find something. But let me just
check your breathing and your heart and we'll be through with it."
Frodo had to lie flat on his back on the couch and unbutton
his shirt and nearly cried out as the cold metal tip of the
stethescope touched his skin. The healer asked him to breathe in and
breathe out a few times before he was satisfied. "Your breathing is a
bit conjested, but I see no sign of any serious illness at the
moment."
Bilbo heaved a sigh of relief but rubbed his temples after
Frodo sneezed again.
"What are we going to do, Doctor?"
"For the time being I would just continue your normal
routine. Let the sneezing basically run its course and carry plenty
of extra pocket handkerchiefs when you go out. At least you aren't
ill again." Dr. Burrows patted Frodo's arm, receiving a smile.
"Thank you, Dr. Burrows. Frodo—don't wipe your nose with your
sleeve. Here, lad." Bilbo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and
handed it to his nephew. "Would you like a cup of tea before you go?"
"No thank you, Bilbo. I hope you feel better, Frodo. I'll see
what I can find in my books." The doctor stood and headed for the
door just as Frodo broke into another fit of sneezing, shook his head
and headed outside. When the doctor was gone, Bilbo sat down on the
couch as his nephew took a deep breath.
"I hope he finds out what's wrong with me soon. I don't know
if I'll be able to handle this constant sneezing anymore." Frodo blew
his nose loudly and accepted a kiss on the head from Bilbo.
"Just take it easy today, my cricket. If you need anything at
all, let me know. Would you rather be in bed or on the couch?"
"On the couch. I'm not feeling so ill that I need to be in
bed, Uncle." Frodo chuckled.
"All right. I'll be in my study. Just holler if you need me."
Bilbo stood up and headed out of the room.
Frodo was grateful when he heard the door to Bag-End open and
his Uncle's voice. He felt a sudden sneeze coming on and covered his
mouth with his hands as the explosion occurred.
"Good morning, Frodo." Dr. Seredic Burrows greeted the hobbit
with a smile. "Bilbo tells me you're not feeling well today?"
Frodo shrugged. "I feel a bit better. Just tired."
Dr. Burrows nodded and set his black leather breifcase on the
coffee table. Bilbo took a seat next to his nephew and put an arm
around him while the healer prepared to give the tweenager a check
up. "I've half-managed to convince myself that this could be some
strange disease," Bilbo chuckled. "Mind you—Frodo's been through
enough that I have a reason to do so."
Dr. Burrows laughed. "Don't worry yourself to your own
sickbed, Bilbo."
"I know." Bilbo admitted.
Dr. Burrows soon had everything out that he needed and before
he began the check up, he asked Frodo a series of questions. "How
exactly have you been feeling? When you woke up this morning, how did
you feel?"
"Clogged up," Frodo replied. "Could hardly breathe. Then I
couldn't stop sneezing during breakfast and it wore me out I guess."
Dr. Burrows nodded. "I see. Well—as a precautionary measure,
let me just take your temperature. You never know—these fevers can
come up at any moment."
Bilbo agreed with that statement. Dr. Burrows stuck a
thermometer into Frodo's mouth and asked that he keep it under his
tongue for about two to three minutes. Bilbo made sure that Frodo was
at perfect room temperature and scootched away as so not to interfere
with anything. Frodo felt quite rediculous with the instrument
sticking out of his mouth. He kept eyeing Bilbo with a pitious
expression and the old hobbit gave him a warning glance. When the
minutes were up, Dr. Burrows removed the thermometer and looked at
it.
"Perfectly normal temperature. This is in deed strange. You
know—perhaps I ought to look up his symptoms in one of my medical
books at home, and perhaps I could find something. But let me just
check your breathing and your heart and we'll be through with it."
Frodo had to lie flat on his back on the couch and unbutton
his shirt and nearly cried out as the cold metal tip of the
stethescope touched his skin. The healer asked him to breathe in and
breathe out a few times before he was satisfied. "Your breathing is a
bit conjested, but I see no sign of any serious illness at the
moment."
Bilbo heaved a sigh of relief but rubbed his temples after
Frodo sneezed again.
"What are we going to do, Doctor?"
"For the time being I would just continue your normal
routine. Let the sneezing basically run its course and carry plenty
of extra pocket handkerchiefs when you go out. At least you aren't
ill again." Dr. Burrows patted Frodo's arm, receiving a smile.
"Thank you, Dr. Burrows. Frodo—don't wipe your nose with your
sleeve. Here, lad." Bilbo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and
handed it to his nephew. "Would you like a cup of tea before you go?"
"No thank you, Bilbo. I hope you feel better, Frodo. I'll see
what I can find in my books." The doctor stood and headed for the
door just as Frodo broke into another fit of sneezing, shook his head
and headed outside. When the doctor was gone, Bilbo sat down on the
couch as his nephew took a deep breath.
"I hope he finds out what's wrong with me soon. I don't know
if I'll be able to handle this constant sneezing anymore." Frodo blew
his nose loudly and accepted a kiss on the head from Bilbo.
"Just take it easy today, my cricket. If you need anything at
all, let me know. Would you rather be in bed or on the couch?"
"On the couch. I'm not feeling so ill that I need to be in
bed, Uncle." Frodo chuckled.
"All right. I'll be in my study. Just holler if you need me."
Bilbo stood up and headed out of the room.