I ran to the camp office and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with Dr Holmes’ numbers and reached for the phone. I dialed his cell phone number in hopes that I could get a hold of him directly. He picked up after the second ring.“Dr. Holmes.”“Hey Dr Holmes. It’s Anne, the camp nurse…

“Go rest at the picnic table, Bill. I’m just gonna grab some things in my room and I will meet you down there.”“Okay.” Bill nodded and slowly started towards the stairwell. I locked up the health office and bounded up the stairs while Radio Acorn was playing “Who will save your soul?” by Jewel. It led…

“Can I ask you a bunch of questions, Bill?” “Go for it.” “Should I leave?” Father Brian asked. “Nah. You can stay.” Bill shook his head. Father Brian leaned against the exam table and folded his arms. “So Bill, do you have asthma or a lung problem?” I crossed my fingers that it would be a…

As I stood in the health office, Gordon Lightfoot singing in the background, pulling out the morning medications, I let the relief wash over me again. Ted was in good hands. I smiled. I realized how heavily the worry and uncertainty had weighed upon me. I happily hummed as I plunked the pills into the…