Chapter 19
Lucky
A/N: Okay.one comment here. InSaNe OnE.you are NUTS! I loved the fact that you reviewed every chapter but at least be original w/ each review.that was 24 e-mails for me to look through since I put on that "author review" alert. Still, I appreciate the time you put into reading my story! And another note: I am NOT killing Frodo. Though I love Trevor and realize he died in PAY IT FORWARD I refuse to kill Frodo. I love the dear hobbit too much! (Especially since Elijah Wood took over the part hehehehehehehe) A lot of these scene are based off of PAY IT FORWARD.a new favorite angsty movie of mine! ;) However, look forward to a lot of Frodo-suffering, which I know many of you love! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Throughout the rest of the evening Frodo suffered through great amounts of pain. He had lost an excessive amount of blood from the scene of the stabbing to Bag-End, despite Bilbo's attempts to keep pressure on the wound. Angelica soon arrived with the doctor who was shocked at this call.
"What in the name of the Shire caused this?" He asked angrily. Frodo Baggins was a favorite patient of Dr. Narmadoc Goodchild (Bell Gamgee's cousin and Samwise's "godfather" if there is such a thing in Middle-Earth) and the doctor himself was a beloved healer throughout Hobbiton.
"He was attacked," Angelica explained as the doctor quickly unbuttoned and took off Frodo's shirt and began to bathe the wound. Frodo cried in pain when the cool water touched the broken flesh, tearing Bilbo's heart. "By some hobbits from Bree."
"They were hurting me," Sam spoke up. "So Mr. Frodo tried to get them to stop."
"Are you all right?" Narmadoc asked the young hobbit, noticing suddenly a small gash in Sam's lower lip. Sam nodded.
"Jus' a few scratches and bruises."
Narmadoc growled as he put rubbing alcohol on the cut. Frodo cried out again, arching his back to try to escape. Bilbo had never been so scared in his life-not even when he had gone on the adventure with the dwarves and Gandalf, the traveling wizard. Speaking of Gandalf. 'Where is that old wizard when you need him?' Bilbo thought anxiously.
"Shhh. Frodo.you must remain still. I have to clean this wound or else you'll get an infection in the blood."
"Oh sweet Elbreth." Bilbo sobbed, turning away as he covered his face with his hand. Angelica immediately went to give the old hobbit a hug.
When Narmadoc finished cleaning the wound, he asked for a needle and a thin, black thread from his satchel. Sam was very confused.
"What do you need that for?" Sam asked.
"I need everyone to be perfectly quiet while I do this." Narmadoc said.
Sam put his hands on his hips. "What ARE you doing to Mr. Frodo?" He repeated.
"Stitching him up."
"Like sewing a dress?"
Bilbo pulled Sam aside. "Shhh.come on, lad. I'll make us a pot of chamomile tea in the kitchen." He led Angelica and Samwise away leaving Narmadoc to his work. He stuck the needle into Frodo's flesh and pulled it out through the other side of the wound. The entire time this was happening Frodo hardly made a peep. He just watched the quick but smooth movement of the doctor's fingers. About five minutes later:
"All done, lad. That wasn't so bad was it?"
Frodo shook his head.
"Good. I'll go and get your Uncle Bilbo and let him know how to take care of you. You'll be bedridden for at least a week. Think you can handle that?"
Frodo tried his best to smile. "I think I can." He promised.
"Good." Narmadoc left the room and returned with Bilbo and began discussing the treatements. "Even though I stitched him up he'll still be in quite a bit of pain. So I would suggest sedatives to ease it. (Or in YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN: "SEREGIVE?"-Anyway on with the story sorry) Also using hot waterbottles wrapped in towels to place around-not on but around-the wound will be a comfort too."
"And for food?" Bilbo asked. "He certainly can't go on without eating!"
Narmadoc laughed. "Of course not! Very unnatural for a hobbit! For the first week or so give him bland chicken broth and dry toast and make sure to give him plenty of liquids such as chamomile tea, which I am smelling from the kitchen right now."
"Oh blast.Angelica, could you go and take care of that?" Bilbo asked as the teapot began whistling loudly. She nodded and hurried away and then the old hobbit turned back to the doctor.
"So how long should he be in bed?"
"I'd give him at least a week. But after that don't let him do any activities that are too labour-intensive. Reading or boardgames are acceptable choices but preferably I would see to it that he gets plenty of sleep.and plenty of quiet. Keep the blinds drawn during the day as well so the light won't bother him and check his temperature very hour."
Bilbo nodded. "That is managable. So at least you feel that he will live through this, am I right?"
Narmadoc nodded. "I have no doubts, Bilbo. Those Bree lads showed mercy.they only stuck the knife in a little bit. If it hit an organ then we'd have a problem, but I don't see that at all now."
"Good."
"Wonderful. So do you have any other questions for me before I take off?"
Bilbo looked at Sam who stood by the door looking rather uncomfortable.
"Bilbo?" Frodo asked quietly and both hobbits turned.
"Yes lad?"
"Can I have some water? Thirsty."
"You certainly can. Well Narmadoc."
"Fetch me if he takes worse. Don't wait. I don't want to take any chances with him." Narmadoc added quickly.
"I will."
"Well.I'll be going now. I can find my way out.thank you. I hope you feel better, Frodo. That was very brave of you to save young Samwise and I am sure he is entirely grateful." Narmadoc ruffled Sam's hair causing the little hobbit to smile and then left the room. When the doctor left Bilbo hurried to get Frodo a glass of water and then asked Angelica to walk Sam home.
"I won't be long," she promised though the idea that those Bree lads could show up at any time frightened her. She would be a lass all by herself with no protection if they showed up. 'Brave,' she thought to herself. 'Be brave, Angelica.' She took Sam's hand and led him out of Bag- End.
A/N: Okay.one comment here. InSaNe OnE.you are NUTS! I loved the fact that you reviewed every chapter but at least be original w/ each review.that was 24 e-mails for me to look through since I put on that "author review" alert. Still, I appreciate the time you put into reading my story! And another note: I am NOT killing Frodo. Though I love Trevor and realize he died in PAY IT FORWARD I refuse to kill Frodo. I love the dear hobbit too much! (Especially since Elijah Wood took over the part hehehehehehehe) A lot of these scene are based off of PAY IT FORWARD.a new favorite angsty movie of mine! ;) However, look forward to a lot of Frodo-suffering, which I know many of you love! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Throughout the rest of the evening Frodo suffered through great amounts of pain. He had lost an excessive amount of blood from the scene of the stabbing to Bag-End, despite Bilbo's attempts to keep pressure on the wound. Angelica soon arrived with the doctor who was shocked at this call.
"What in the name of the Shire caused this?" He asked angrily. Frodo Baggins was a favorite patient of Dr. Narmadoc Goodchild (Bell Gamgee's cousin and Samwise's "godfather" if there is such a thing in Middle-Earth) and the doctor himself was a beloved healer throughout Hobbiton.
"He was attacked," Angelica explained as the doctor quickly unbuttoned and took off Frodo's shirt and began to bathe the wound. Frodo cried in pain when the cool water touched the broken flesh, tearing Bilbo's heart. "By some hobbits from Bree."
"They were hurting me," Sam spoke up. "So Mr. Frodo tried to get them to stop."
"Are you all right?" Narmadoc asked the young hobbit, noticing suddenly a small gash in Sam's lower lip. Sam nodded.
"Jus' a few scratches and bruises."
Narmadoc growled as he put rubbing alcohol on the cut. Frodo cried out again, arching his back to try to escape. Bilbo had never been so scared in his life-not even when he had gone on the adventure with the dwarves and Gandalf, the traveling wizard. Speaking of Gandalf. 'Where is that old wizard when you need him?' Bilbo thought anxiously.
"Shhh. Frodo.you must remain still. I have to clean this wound or else you'll get an infection in the blood."
"Oh sweet Elbreth." Bilbo sobbed, turning away as he covered his face with his hand. Angelica immediately went to give the old hobbit a hug.
When Narmadoc finished cleaning the wound, he asked for a needle and a thin, black thread from his satchel. Sam was very confused.
"What do you need that for?" Sam asked.
"I need everyone to be perfectly quiet while I do this." Narmadoc said.
Sam put his hands on his hips. "What ARE you doing to Mr. Frodo?" He repeated.
"Stitching him up."
"Like sewing a dress?"
Bilbo pulled Sam aside. "Shhh.come on, lad. I'll make us a pot of chamomile tea in the kitchen." He led Angelica and Samwise away leaving Narmadoc to his work. He stuck the needle into Frodo's flesh and pulled it out through the other side of the wound. The entire time this was happening Frodo hardly made a peep. He just watched the quick but smooth movement of the doctor's fingers. About five minutes later:
"All done, lad. That wasn't so bad was it?"
Frodo shook his head.
"Good. I'll go and get your Uncle Bilbo and let him know how to take care of you. You'll be bedridden for at least a week. Think you can handle that?"
Frodo tried his best to smile. "I think I can." He promised.
"Good." Narmadoc left the room and returned with Bilbo and began discussing the treatements. "Even though I stitched him up he'll still be in quite a bit of pain. So I would suggest sedatives to ease it. (Or in YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN: "SEREGIVE?"-Anyway on with the story sorry) Also using hot waterbottles wrapped in towels to place around-not on but around-the wound will be a comfort too."
"And for food?" Bilbo asked. "He certainly can't go on without eating!"
Narmadoc laughed. "Of course not! Very unnatural for a hobbit! For the first week or so give him bland chicken broth and dry toast and make sure to give him plenty of liquids such as chamomile tea, which I am smelling from the kitchen right now."
"Oh blast.Angelica, could you go and take care of that?" Bilbo asked as the teapot began whistling loudly. She nodded and hurried away and then the old hobbit turned back to the doctor.
"So how long should he be in bed?"
"I'd give him at least a week. But after that don't let him do any activities that are too labour-intensive. Reading or boardgames are acceptable choices but preferably I would see to it that he gets plenty of sleep.and plenty of quiet. Keep the blinds drawn during the day as well so the light won't bother him and check his temperature very hour."
Bilbo nodded. "That is managable. So at least you feel that he will live through this, am I right?"
Narmadoc nodded. "I have no doubts, Bilbo. Those Bree lads showed mercy.they only stuck the knife in a little bit. If it hit an organ then we'd have a problem, but I don't see that at all now."
"Good."
"Wonderful. So do you have any other questions for me before I take off?"
Bilbo looked at Sam who stood by the door looking rather uncomfortable.
"Bilbo?" Frodo asked quietly and both hobbits turned.
"Yes lad?"
"Can I have some water? Thirsty."
"You certainly can. Well Narmadoc."
"Fetch me if he takes worse. Don't wait. I don't want to take any chances with him." Narmadoc added quickly.
"I will."
"Well.I'll be going now. I can find my way out.thank you. I hope you feel better, Frodo. That was very brave of you to save young Samwise and I am sure he is entirely grateful." Narmadoc ruffled Sam's hair causing the little hobbit to smile and then left the room. When the doctor left Bilbo hurried to get Frodo a glass of water and then asked Angelica to walk Sam home.
"I won't be long," she promised though the idea that those Bree lads could show up at any time frightened her. She would be a lass all by herself with no protection if they showed up. 'Brave,' she thought to herself. 'Be brave, Angelica.' She took Sam's hand and led him out of Bag- End.