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The Doctor's Visit - Chapter 2
Scarlett knocked on Doc's door. "Hey, what's up Red? Duke feeling okay?"
Scarlett nodded and said, "Duke is feeling fine, but I haven't been feeling myself lately."
Doc raised an eyebrow. Scarlett was as healthy as a horse and rarely was sick unless it had Cobra written all over the wound or ailment. "Go on."
"Well, I have been really tired the last couple of weeks, and the past few days, my stomach feels like it is trying out for the flying trapeze act at the circus. I think I must have caught the flu or something, but Lady Jaye made me promise to come see you."
Concerned, Doc took Scarlett's vitals and charted them. "Your blood pressure is a little bit higher than usual but nothing to be concerned about yet, and you have slight fever. Before you go, let me draw some blood so we can rule out anything serious."
That queasy feeling started in her stomach again at the mention of blood being drawn. She hurriedly excused herself for the bathroom. When she returned, Doc prepped her arm. "Does your stomach feel nauseous all the time?"
"Um, I guess so. It's worse in the afternoons."
"I'll give you a call when I have the results. I want you to go home and rest. And don't worry."
Scarlett meandered back to her quarters. She saw Flint and Beachhead coming from the vicinity of the meeting room and wondered where Duke was. "Hey guys, where's Duke?"
"Still talking to Hawk, Red. He seems very preoccupied. I think this disbanding idea has thrown him for a loop," Flint replied.
Beachhead mumbled something about the brass being brainless idiots who only pushed papers around instead of fighting in the field, and veered off towards his quarters.
"Headed my way," Scarlett asked Flint.
"You bet. This could be a huge step for Allie's and my relationship." Scarlett could not help but notice the twinkle in the Warrant Officer's eyes. She smiled to herself. Lady Jaye and Flint had been through a lot. They deserved some happiness and some R & R.
Lady Jaye was watching TV when Scarlett and Flint arrived at the shared quarters of the ladies. Lady Jaye smiled at them, gave Flint a hug, and gave Scarlett a questioning look. Scarlett said Doc would call soon with the results. Flint gave them a blank stare but decided that getting in the middle of these two was bad news and some place that he should not venture.
A few hours later, the phone rang. Allie tapped on Scarlett's door, "Doc's on the line."
Scarlett reached for the phone. "Hi Doc, am I going live?" She halfheartedly joked, trying to lighten her mood.
"Very funny, but can you come back down to my office for a moment?"
"Sure."
Scarlett was terrified but hurriedly hung up and pulled herself out of bed. She knew something was wrong. She had been feeling weak and out of it with no energy and pep for a few weeks. Her biggest fear was contracting that cancer that her mother had died of when Scarlett was four years old. She remembered very little of her mother before the cancer made her sick, but the sickness and frailty of her mom's last days were etched in Scarlett's mind forever.
*To Be Continued
The Doctor's Visit - Chapter 2
Scarlett knocked on Doc's door. "Hey, what's up Red? Duke feeling okay?"
Scarlett nodded and said, "Duke is feeling fine, but I haven't been feeling myself lately."
Doc raised an eyebrow. Scarlett was as healthy as a horse and rarely was sick unless it had Cobra written all over the wound or ailment. "Go on."
"Well, I have been really tired the last couple of weeks, and the past few days, my stomach feels like it is trying out for the flying trapeze act at the circus. I think I must have caught the flu or something, but Lady Jaye made me promise to come see you."
Concerned, Doc took Scarlett's vitals and charted them. "Your blood pressure is a little bit higher than usual but nothing to be concerned about yet, and you have slight fever. Before you go, let me draw some blood so we can rule out anything serious."
That queasy feeling started in her stomach again at the mention of blood being drawn. She hurriedly excused herself for the bathroom. When she returned, Doc prepped her arm. "Does your stomach feel nauseous all the time?"
"Um, I guess so. It's worse in the afternoons."
"I'll give you a call when I have the results. I want you to go home and rest. And don't worry."
Scarlett meandered back to her quarters. She saw Flint and Beachhead coming from the vicinity of the meeting room and wondered where Duke was. "Hey guys, where's Duke?"
"Still talking to Hawk, Red. He seems very preoccupied. I think this disbanding idea has thrown him for a loop," Flint replied.
Beachhead mumbled something about the brass being brainless idiots who only pushed papers around instead of fighting in the field, and veered off towards his quarters.
"Headed my way," Scarlett asked Flint.
"You bet. This could be a huge step for Allie's and my relationship." Scarlett could not help but notice the twinkle in the Warrant Officer's eyes. She smiled to herself. Lady Jaye and Flint had been through a lot. They deserved some happiness and some R & R.
Lady Jaye was watching TV when Scarlett and Flint arrived at the shared quarters of the ladies. Lady Jaye smiled at them, gave Flint a hug, and gave Scarlett a questioning look. Scarlett said Doc would call soon with the results. Flint gave them a blank stare but decided that getting in the middle of these two was bad news and some place that he should not venture.
A few hours later, the phone rang. Allie tapped on Scarlett's door, "Doc's on the line."
Scarlett reached for the phone. "Hi Doc, am I going live?" She halfheartedly joked, trying to lighten her mood.
"Very funny, but can you come back down to my office for a moment?"
"Sure."
Scarlett was terrified but hurriedly hung up and pulled herself out of bed. She knew something was wrong. She had been feeling weak and out of it with no energy and pep for a few weeks. Her biggest fear was contracting that cancer that her mother had died of when Scarlett was four years old. She remembered very little of her mother before the cancer made her sick, but the sickness and frailty of her mom's last days were etched in Scarlett's mind forever.
*To Be Continued