What she recalled was much different to what actually happened. She wouldn't even remember what happened, that she'd fainted. Her eyes remained closed as she lay there prone. Jacob calmed soon enough, though he watched on with a surprisingly curious expression as if he worried for his mother. It was Doc Witaker who answered the call as he was already nearby. It would take at least fifteen minutes or so for someone to return with him in tow.

The bewhiskered man with a kindly disposition came into the room with his supply bag in hand. He did not say much at first, making sure to check her heartbeat and the way she breathed. Then he asked necessary questions just before producing some smelling salts and waving them around just an inch or two near her nose. Ruth opened her eyes in startlement at the sharp scent of amonia assaulting her nostrils. Ugh. The doctor capped his bottle and returned it to his bag before holding first one of her eyelids open to check her eyes as he, assuming he was caught up with a brief explanation by that point, he would say, "You gave people quite the scare, young lady. Can you tell me your name?"

Of course she could... It was.... it was........ what... was it? Her head was throbbing and she winced as he thumbed her eyelids as doctors would do. "Ruth?" she said after some hesitation. Yes. It was Ruth, she was able to discern that the whimpering sound came from her own child and that the last thing she remembered was cleaning the tea pot. Everything after that was a blurry mess within her thoughts. It took a longer moment for her to realize she was in her own bed, and she recognized Edward who seemed to be watching over her protectively.

The doctor himself caught the way she beheld Mister Blackwood's face. If the two other staff members saw what he himself saw, it was fairly obvious that Ruth seemed a bit longing and vulnerable as she gazed at the man. If his vigil over her hadn't spoken, that moment would probably have done so. However, the young woman's eyes seemed to dart away as if in a guilty way, and she would force a neutral expression. Donald's gaze fixed upon the pair for a long moment before clearing his throat dutifully, "It seems to have been a fit of the nerves. I suggest you spend the next day or two at rest. I will leave the smelling salts in case this happens again. Has this kind of thing happened before, madam?" She shook her head.

He requested a few moments alone with the young miss to discuss in private what happened so he had a better understanding as to what to do from there. Once the doctor was done in there, he came out of the woman's room and gave a heavy sigh, "I would allow Miss Blacke some time away from her duties and someone ought to keep an eye on her in the meantime. I've referred her to someone who might be of better help to her. She's a resiliant young lady considering the whole town now knows of things they ought not judge the way they do. Her family is under quite a bit of scrutiny." The man produced the paper that had been given to the doctor only moments before, one he had already read over breakfast another day and just so happened to put two and two together. He then left them to whatever conclusions that would draw.

Meanwhile, Ruth lay on her side, staring off at some random point upon the wall. She was still slightly pale.