Elsie Carson was very tired lately. Which was odd because she was retired. Elsie just shrugged the tiredness off as not being used to not working. But Charles was concerned. Elsie was pale, not eating and losing weight. When he tried to tell her about the concerns, she always changed the subject.
Elsie and Charles were in their sitting room, reading. Elsie went to the kitchen to get more tea. She was gone a few minutes when Charles heard a crash from the kitchen. He threw his book down and ran into the kitchen. Elsie was lying on the floor, unconscious.
He checked and made she was breathing before calling an ambulance. When the ambulance came, they put her in the ambulance, Charles hopped in and they went to the hospital.
Dr. Clarkson was waiting for them when they got there. He brought Elsie into a prepared room. Charles waited in the waiting room. It seemed to take forever for the doctor to tell him the news.
"How is she?" Charles asked, concern in his voice.
"She's resting. We think she has cancer." Dr. Clarkson told Charles. Charles just stared at him. "We'll run tests, of course. But we're fairly certain."
Charles just stood there. He didn't know what to say.
"Can I see her?" He finally asked.
"Yes, you can. She's sleeping. I'll take you to her." Dr. Clarkson told him. "Is there anyone you'd like me to call?" Dr. Clarkson asked.
"Could you call Lord Grantham and tell him I won't be able to make it to the meeting. If he asks why, you can tell him." Charles told Dr. Clarkson. Dr. Clarkson nodded and showed him to Elsie's room.
Charles went in and sat next to her, not getting up for anything.