A thick smell of medicine wafted in the house as Charlotte walked in. When Sam found out Charlotte was here, he quickly went in to inform Dr. Felch. “Dr. Felch, Charlotte’s here. I’ll bring her in right away!”
With that said, he rushed out of the room to get Charlotte, but he ran right into her and the whole bowl of herbal concoction spilled all over Charlotte.
Luckily Charlotte had some thick winter clothing on and was not scalded, but some of the hot liquid spilled on the back of her hand and her skin turned red immediately.
“You should be more careful!” Hayley reprimanded the apprentice.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte. I’m so sorry. I’ll go get some cream for the burn.”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Charlotte assured him as she put her hand behind her so no one would notice it. “Where is Dr. Felch?”
“He’s resting. I’ll bring you in.”
Charlotte teared up the moment Sam opened the door. Dr. Felch was lying on the bed looking at the door as if he had been waiting for her all this while. He squinted his eyes in her direction as he breathed weakly.
“Dr. Felch, Charlotte’s here,” Hayley said softly.
Dr. Felch struggled to sit up in his bed, but to no avail.
Hayley and Sam went over to helped him up.
Charlotte took out a napkin and sat down by the bed, wiping off the stain on his lips. “I’m sorry, Dr. Felch. I shouldn’t have let you follow me around so much.”
“You know it’s not your fault,” the doctor said with a faint smile on his face, “I’m already ninety-nine. I don’t expect myself to still be healthy and mobile at this age.”
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