“Let’s get your shirt off so I can take a listen.” Porter held up the stethoscope and stepped up to the bed.
When Nick tried to help Todd unbutton his overshirt and get the undershirt off, Nick’s hands were swatted away, making Nick murmur, “Stubborn bastard.”
Todd snorted, which evolved into more coughing, and the doctor chuckled softly. Shifting impatiently from one foot to the other while Todd was examined, Nick anxiously watched every move the doctor made. All the questions the doctor asked were answered by Todd and corrected to more accurate information by Nick, which earned him a few raised eyebrows and glares from his master. He was filled with so many questions of his own, his chest felt as if it would burst wide open if he didn’t get some information soon.
“You can put your shirt back on now,” the doctor said after a few more minutes of intensely listening to Todd’s chest and back. He gently nudged on Todd’s shoulder, urging him to lie back down.