Katy removed her stethoscope and sphygmomanometer. “Wait while I check his heartbeat and breathing. How much tobacco do you think he ate?”
“Half a cigarette, maybe. He got sick before we left the house.”
Katy lifted his undershirt and placed the stethoscope on his chest in three or four places, listening carefully each time.
“His chest sounds fine. Let me check his blood pressure, though. He won’t like the cuff, so you will have to hold him.” Katy fitted the cuff and inflated it, then listened with the stethoscope again as Ben tried to wriggle away.
After a moment, she gazed thoughtfully down at him. “I believe he has been lucky. He must have vomited up most of the tobacco, and probably just has a bad tummy ache. But you had better stay for an hour or two, so I can keep an eye on him.
