Pamela wrote down notes inside of the island's medical tent as Becky walked in clenching her stomach.
"Ah," Pamela looked up to greet the rocker, "Becky, is there something I can help you with?"
Becky groaned as she spoke, "Yeah... I just need something for my stomach... I've been feeling very sick today."
"Ok." Pamela opened a first aid bag with multiple different types of medicines inside, "How would you describe it?" Pamela asked, "I'll need to be sure I give you the right medication."
"Ergh." Becky gagged suddenly, "Just... it feels like I'm gonna throw up, so I just want something to help with it."
"Ok so something simple to help with a severe stomach ache..." Pamela grabbed a bottle, "You'll only need one of these."
Right as Pamela was about to give Becky a pill she moved her arm back.
"What the hell?" Becky crossed her arms in annoyance, "Are you trying to help or not?"
"Well... I would hate to be intrusive into a patient, especially when it is your personal life I'd be getting involved in... but..." Pamela winced, "I can't help but notice your habits during breakfast."
"That hell are you talking about?" Becky's eye twitched, "I don't have any habits."
"You hardly touch anything while eating, if you touch anything at all," Pamela wrote down on her notepad, "Add your skinniness and now you telling me of feeling nauseous, I'm almost certain something worse is going o-"
A dead serious look appeared on Becky's face, "You tell anyone, and I mean anyone... you're dead." Becky threatened, "You don't know shit, so leave me alone." Becky got up.
"Like I said Becky, it is your life just..." Pamela sighed as Becky began to storm off, "Be careful, ok?"
"Piss off." Becky flipped Pamela off before stomping out of the tent.