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Chapter Two: A trip to Dr. Hardy

Nami Pov

As Kyo and I made our way to the end of our property, Kyo slid his small fragile hand into my own, gripping it tightly. We both became silent as we walked in the serene Forget-Me-Not Valley, mesmerized by the bold fall colors that were slowly taking over every tree in the place.

I found my mind focusing on the peaceful silence that had covered the entire valley. It was early morning, so only a few early risers were out getting a jump start on the day.

Gustafa was outside of his tent, strumming his guitar and singing a soft, soothing tune. He tossed a friendly wave our way without stopping his music, and Kyo waved back. He'd taken a liking to Gustafa. I waved back as well, not wanting to come off as rude.

Ruby was sweeping the front mat outside of the Inn.

"Good Morning!" she called our way.

"G'mornin', Grandma Ruby!" Kyo chirped, letting go of my hand to go hug Ruby.

"Morning," I said, offering a small smile to the woman who'd taken me in.

"Where's Jack?" Ruby asked, not used to seeing Kyo and I out without him this early.

"He's not feeling his best this morning," I replied. "We're on our way to get Dr. Hardy now." Ruby nodded.

"Well, I wouldn't want to keep you," she said, giving Kyo another hug before letting him come back to me. He slid his hand back into mine and we continued on our way. "Give Jack my love!" she called after us.

"I will," I called back.

Kyo and I finally arrived at Dr. Hardy's house. He tightened his grip on my hand as I rang the doorbell.

The door opened and Dr. Hardy poked his bald head out into the sunlight, the mirror on his head reflecting the light into my eyes. I squinted.

"Yes?" he said in a gruff, yet kind, voice, his metal eye positively creeping the hell out of Kyo. He quickly recognized us. "Why good morning, Nami and Kyo! What brings you to my humble abode on this fine morning?"

"Jack is sick. We were wondering if you could come check him out," I said getting straight to the point.

"But of course!" Dr. Hardy said, bustling back into his home. "Just let me get my instruments, and we will be on our way."

It didn't take Dr. Hardy long to gather his supplies, and we were soon back on our way to the farm.

We arrived back at Dream Farm not forty-five minutes after we had set off that morning. Bosco, our mutt, barked his little head positively silly at Dr. Hardy when he saw the stunningly unusual looking doctor.

Dr. Hardy only smiled and said, "What a protective dog you have!"

I opened the door and let Dr. Hardy in. Jack was still in bed; his cheeks looked a little redder than before.

Dr. Hardy immediately pulled out his thermometer and stuck it in Jack's mouth, holding it shut. He pulled it out after a short while and read the temperature. He then pulled out his stethescope and listened to his heartbeat and lungs.

I took Kyo back to his room and set him up with his colored pencils to draw me a picture. When I came back out, Dr. Hardy was packing up.

"Well?" I said expectantly. Dr. Hardy sighed and zipped up his bag.

"He's definitely sick, but it's just because of the sudden weather changes. He'll have to rest for a few days. I'll come check on him again in two days to see how he's doing. Some fish soup would help." With that, Dr. Hardy picked up his bag and headed for the door. "Oh," he paused, turning to me again. "You should probably take care of the farm while he's sick." Then he turned and walked out of the door.

Take care of the farm? I wondered to myself. On my own?