Rowan's bushy eyebrows furrowed as he observed Ash's trembling form. "You don't sound fine, young man," he said sternly.

Gary pressed the stethoscope against Ash's chest, his sharp gaze focused as he listened. The wheezing made him frown. Not good.

"Professor," Gary said, not looking up, "I think Ash has a pretty bad viral infection. He's running a fever, he's dehydrated, and his breathing doesn't sound great."

Rowan stroked his beard. "Hmm. We'll need to keep him hydrated and monitor his symptoms. If it worsens, I can call a doctor—"

"No need," Gary interrupted, adjusting his gloves. "I am a doctor."

Rowan sighed. "Gary—"

"Professor," Gary cut in firmly, leveling Rowan with a determined stare. "I know what I'm doing. I've treated Ash plenty of times before. Just let me handle this."

Rowan exhaled deeply, but eventually nodded. "Alright. I'll trust you. Let me know if you need anything."

Gary turned his attention back to Ash, who was shivering despite the sweat on his forehead.

"Ashy-boy," Gary murmured, running a hand through Ash's damp hair, "I need you to drink some water for me, okay?"

Ash groaned, shifting miserably. "D-Don't wanna... makes me sicker..."

Gary grabbed a small water bottle from the bedside table and twisted the cap off. "I know, buddy, but if you don't drink, you'll feel worse."

Ash whimpered but allowed Gary to help him sit up. His arms were weak, his body sluggish, and Gary could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Gently, he brought the bottle to Ash's lips. "Just a little sip, alright? Small sips."

Ash obeyed, taking in tiny amounts, but after a few seconds, he gagged. His body tensed, and Gary barely had time to grab the trashcan before Ash heaved again, expelling the water along with stomach acid.

Gary cursed under his breath. Definitely viral. And possibly worsening.

"Okay, okay," Gary soothed, rubbing slow circles on Ash's back. "No more water for now. We'll try again later."

Ash shuddered, coughing weakly. "S-Sorry..."

Gary shook his head. "Don't apologize, dummy. You're sick." He eased Ash back down onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "Just rest, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

Ash's eyelids fluttered. "Promise...?"

Gary smirked. "Promise."

As Ash drifted off, Gary sat beside him, watching his best friend with quiet concern. He didn't care how long it took—he'd stay by Ash's side until he was better.