Taking On Twins. Mollie Campbell

toward the Smith farm. Driving through the falling darkness, Jake didn’t realize he had been wrapped up in his thoughts for too long until Coralee broke the awkward silence. “What was it like working at such a large hospital in St. Louis?”

      “It was a great experience. There was such an interesting variety of cases. At such a large institution, we saw some rare diseases that were fascinating to study. And with so many patients there was something different to study every day.”

      Remembering his time at the hospital, Jake felt enthusiasm welling up. It was nice to share that experience with someone who understood medicine. Even if that person was Coralee. “At the practice here, I only see a few patients at the office. I’m out making house calls most of the time for the same farm injuries or common illnesses.”

      Jake glanced at Coralee and saw her eyes were wide, lips slightly parted in rapt attention, encouraging him to continue. “Most of the physicians at the hospital studied the newest medical research to use in their treatment plans. That aspect fascinated me. And that’s how I ended up connecting with Samuel. He always visits the hospital on his trips so he can keep up on the most recent advances.”

      Coralee tensed at his mention of Dr. Jay. “Jake, I understand you’ve spent time with the man and you trust him. But you’ve known me since we were children. Why can’t you believe me when I tell you that Dr. Jay is doing everything in his power to close down my shop?”

      Jake felt frustration growing and tried to fight against it. He needed her help. How would they be able to work together if they kept fighting every time they talked? “Are you sure you want to get into this right now? I already told you my opinion.”

      “Yes, I believe I know your opinion of Samuel Jay.” Coralee pursed her lips, brows knitting together.

      He had to get the conversation back on solid footing. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. No one else got under his skin as fast as this woman.

      “Listen, Coralee, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t about to budge on his opinion, but he could put aside his pride to defuse the situation. He turned to look into her eyes, hoping she could see his sincerity. “I need your help right now. Maybe after we get the outbreak under control, we can sit down and talk about this.”

      She nodded and her eyes softened at his concession. The azure pools drew him in, flooding him with memories of the days when he had been in love with her. Carefree days when he’d thought their hearts would beat together forever. As it turned out, her heart had never beat for him in the first place.

      It was nearly the middle of the night by the time they arrived at the Smiths’ cabin, but light pooled on the ground under the windows from a lantern lit inside. Jake knocked on the door and Mrs. Smith came to welcome them, looking weary. They followed her into a single room, stifling, thanks to a fire crackling in the large fireplace. Little Timothy Smith was sleeping soundly on a blanket laid out in front of it.

      “Thanks for coming, Doc. My oldest two, Sarah and David, are in the loft. James is back there.” She gestured at a bed in the farthest corner, where they could just make out the shape of her husband under the mound of quilts.

      Together, Jake and Coralee examined each patient. They found that the three sick members of the Smith family were in the earliest stage of the illness. Jake was confident they would recover with the right treatment. But Mrs. Smith continued to look worried in spite of his assurance. He set her to making a hearty broth while Coralee fixed a batch of chamomile tea. Jake encouraged each patient to drink as much tea and broth as they could handle.

      “Doc, are you sure this is good for them? My ma always said the only way to cure the cholera is a spoon of castor oil every hour.”

      Jake shook his head. “I recently trained in St. Louis, ma’am. One of the most successful doctors at the hospital taught that taking extra fluids could improve the outcome of many ailments. I’ve seen it work myself. I hope you’ll trust me that it won’t hurt your family to try.” The woman nodded and let Jake continue, but she stood close by, looking wary.

      Working together, Jake and Coralee cleaned up and cared for each of the sick family members. Jake managed to convince Mrs. Smith to get some sleep while he and Coralee kept watch over her family. Each patient needed to have tea and broth around the clock, so he and Coralee settled into the rocking chairs near the fireplace, hoping to rest between rounds. But after several hours, they found themselves awake and reminiscing as soft light from the sunrise began to filter into the cabin.

      “Remember when someone dared Cat to climb that huge tree by the creek?” Coralee’s eyes sparkled as she recalled the incident. “She was so determined to get all the way to the top, she never even thought about how she’d get down.” The quiet laugh that accompanied her story captivated Jake. It felt just like the hours they’d spent at Holbrook’s when they were younger, laughing and teasing as they’d cleaned shelves.

      “I remember the look on her face when she realized she had to come back down the way she went up.” Jake grinned. “She was more determined to get down with her dignity intact than she was to climb it in the first place. And you were downright panicked when she started sliding down that lower branch to show off.”

      “Papa would have never let me hear the end of it if she’d hurt herself doing something that silly. And you know we would have had to tell him, since he was the only one in town then who could have stitched her up.” Jake chuckled along with her. It felt good to share an easy moment together. The intensity that had colored all their interactions since he’d returned home had left him on edge.

      Jake was proud of how hard Coralee had worked over the last few hours with him. She was compassionate and gentle with the patients, but efficient at the same time. Where another woman might have recoiled at the things they had seen that day, Coralee remained unaffected by the ravages of cholera. She hadn’t balked at any of the unpleasant tasks they’d had to perform to care for their patients.

      Listening to her gentle voice reminiscing about their shared childhood, Jake’s imagination took over. He could see them like this, working side by side, sharing their days and nights, healing their community together. But memories of the pain she had caused him surfaced again. The past was always right there, reminding him that she had shattered his dreams once already. He couldn’t put his heart into her hands again.

      * * *

      Coralee noticed the moment the shuttered look passed over Jake’s face. She had been enjoying their companionable conversation more than she’d expected.

      During their five years of marriage, she and Alan had been the best of friends. She had known him as long and as well as she had Jake. When Jake left so abruptly for medical school, Alan had been there. His support had helped heal her shattered heart. She still ached from losing the one person she could share the most personal parts of her life with. For a few moments, talking with Jake had felt almost as intimate as talking with Alan.

      She wasn’t sure what she’d said to make Jake shut her out this time, but she felt bereft the moment he did. Maybe it was time to clear the air between them. “Jake, what’s wrong? Why do you always push me away? Is it the situation with Dr. Jay? Because I—”

      At that moment Mrs. Smith stirred as she woke, cutting Coralee’s words short. They each went to tend to their patients one more time before they moved on. Upon leaving, Jake gave Mrs. Smith instructions so she could continue caring for her children and husband. Coralee left some camphor and chamomile with her to help ease their discomfort.

      They loaded up in the wagon again and started out in the pale early morning light. Jake went over his plan for their visits that day. “If you feel comfortable on your own, I think today we’ll split up. Mrs. Smith said her youngest visited Mrs. Felder last night and she wants someone to check in. I’ll leave you with her for a few hours while I go check on Aaron and Liza.” He glanced over, one eyebrow raised in question.

      Coralee nodded. “That sounds fine. How was Mrs. Felder when you were there last?”

      A mischievous smile crossed Jake’s face. “I think you’ll