CHAPTER 7: Doctor James

"Mildred, speak. Mildred, are you alright, dear? Mildred! Mildred?" her husband asks her. He's worried. Mom puts her pale hand on his shoulder and leads him (I think his name's Harold) away from the busy scene. She says this is best for him. I look around. The men in the woods look concern. They want to be over here helping, but they have to make breakfast. And collect food for lunch and dinner. I know Damien especially wants to be over here. Mildred is his Grandmother.
Suddenly, Mildred lurches and after a long period of silence.
"What is it??" I ask a man that is nearby.
"I'm not sure what she's got. Do me a favor, kid, go get James Cadron, he's a doctor," the man orders. I usually don't like people bossing me around, but I do as I'm told. I walk quickly over to the stretch of trees and search for a younger man, tall, brown hair and green eyes.
"James!" I call, and he comes over. He pulls his shirt back on and follows me over to Mildred where they need him. He takes a solid look at Mildred and then stares of into space, a stressed look in his eyes.
"Mildred, dear, how are you feeling?" James asks.
"No." replies Mildred.
"Is it your head? Does your head hurt?" James begins his series of 20 questions.
"No."
"Your stomach, Mildred, your belly?"
"Yes."
"Your going to throw up?"
Mildred doesn't even have time to answer before she spews all over the ground. People back up in disgust, but Mildred seems to feel better. It's just a laid back case of food poisoning or something. Mildred stands up and wanders over to find Harold and Damien and the rest of us go back to work. Mom stops James before he can go back to work.
"James, I have a new job in mind for you. Lots of people have injuries and illnesses, your the only doctor around here...are you up for it?'
"Yeah, that's great!" James agrees.
I feel safer now.