Sorry guys this one is my thing

I need this here since it's the easiest place for everything

Soooo yea just skip.

Also the reason i put on here is BCZ I'm here these days and I need this here so I can remember

Sorry guys just don't look.

Ash sat on Gary's bed, legs curled up, looking miserable. His face was flushed, and he kept shifting uncomfortably, squirming every few seconds.

Gary, sitting in his desk chair, glanced up from his book. "Alright, spill it, Ashy-boy. What's wrong?"

Ash bit his lip and looked away. "...Nothin'."

Gary raised a brow. "Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. That's real convincing." He put the book down and got up, crossing his arms. "C'mon, buddy, just tell me."

Ash groaned, clearly embarrassed. "I can't."

Gary sighed and sat next to him. "Ash, we've been through so much weird, gross, and embarrassing stuff together. You literally watched me throw up on my own shoes last month. Whatever it is, it's not gonna weird me out."

Ash winced. "But it's— it's down there."

Gary blinked. Then his face softened. "Oh."

Ash groaned and hid his face in his hands. "I hate this..."

Gary patted his back. "It's okay, bud. You're not in trouble or anything. Just tell me what's up."

Ash peeked up at him miserably. "It hurts."

Gary frowned. "Like, how bad?"

Ash hesitated, then whispered, "A lot."

Gary's stomach twisted. He wasn't gonna let Ash suffer through this alone.

He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a pair of gloves, snapping them on. "Alright, kiddo, lie back. Let's check it out."

Ash immediately shook his head. "N-No way—"

Gary grabbed his wrist gently. "Hey, I promise I'll be super careful, okay? But I gotta make sure nothing's seriously wrong."

Ash hesitated, clearly anxious.

Gary sighed and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "You trust me, right?"

Ash looked at him for a long moment.

Then, slowly, he nodded. "...Yeah."

Gary smiled. "Good. Now just breathe, alright? I got you."

Ash took a deep breath and, with obvious reluctance, lay back on the bed.

Gary worked gently, carefully pressing and feeling around the area, watching Ash's face for any signs of discomfort. Ash flinched at certain spots, whimpering when Gary pressed a little too hard.

Gary frowned. "Sorry, bud, I know it's not fun..."

Ash grabbed Gary's wrist, squeezing it with a vice grip. "M-Mmmmph..."

Gary's heart clenched at how miserable his best friend looked. He squeezed Ash's hand back. "I know, kiddo. You're doing great. Just hang in there."

After a few more moments of careful examination, Gary sighed, pulling off his gloves. "Well, buddy... I think it's just some bad inflammation. Maybe an infection."

Ash groaned. "Great..."

Gary ruffled his hair. "Nothing we can't fix, though. I'll get you some medicine, and we'll have you feeling better in no time."

Ash pouted. "But it hurts now..."

Gary sighed, then pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back. "I know, bud. I know."

Ash leaned into him, letting out a small sigh.

Gary chuckled. "Man, you're so needy."

Ash poked him weakly. "Shut up."

Gary smirked. "Never."

Ash sat miserably on Gary's bed, hugging his knees to his chest, his face red for multiple reasons.

Gary, standing in front of him with gloved hands, looked both concerned and exasperated. "Okay, one more time, because I still can't believe I heard you right." He crossed his arms. "Somebody threw a book at you."

Ash groaned and buried his face in his knees. "I didn't see it coming, okay?!"

Gary pinched the bridge of his nose. "And it hit you where, exactly?"

Ash squirmed uncomfortably, mumbling something into his arms.

Gary raised a brow. "Come on, buddy. Can't fix what I don't know."

Ash groaned louder before muttering, "...Down there."

Gary blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then sighed. "Ash."

Ash peeked out from behind his arms. "What."

Gary pointed to the bed. "Lie down."

Ash immediately shook his head. "Nope."

"Ash."

"No."

"Ashy-boy."

"No."

Gary sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Look, bud, I know this is awkward, but you're the one who came to me. I gotta make sure nothing's seriously wrong."

Ash groaned and flopped back dramatically. "Why do bad things happen to good people?"

Gary smirked. "You're calling yourself a good person?"

Ash threw a pillow at him. "I'm injured, show some respect!"

Gary snickered but quickly got serious. "Alright, just hold still. I'll be quick."

Ash whimpered as Gary pulled up the blanket to start his exam.

"Okay, tell me where it hurts the most."

Ash pointed weakly, his face burning.

Gary nodded, gently palpating the area. "Lemme know if anything feels really painful, alright?"

Ash swallowed hard and gripped Gary's wrist as the older boy worked. "D-Do you have to touch everything?"

Gary snorted. "Kinda how an exam works, buddy."

Ash whined, squeezing his eyes shut. "This is the worst day of my life."

Gary patted his knee. "You'll live, drama queen."

After a few minutes, Gary pulled back and peeled off his gloves. "Well, good news—nothing's broken."

Ash cracked open an eye. "And the bad news?"

Gary smirked. "You got sacked by a book, bud. You're gonna be sore for a while."

Ash groaned and draped an arm over his face. "This is it. This is how I die."

Gary rolled his eyes. "I'll get you some ice, you big baby."

Ash peeked out. "...And a snack?"

Gary snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Stay put, you big baby."

Gary sighed as he sat on the bed next to Ash, who was curled up in the fetal position, clutching his stomach with a miserable whimper.

"Alright, Ashy-boy," Gary said, rubbing his best friend's back. "You gotta tell me exactly what happened."

Ash groaned. "Mmmph..."

"Ash." Gary nudged him. "Come on, kid, talk to me."

Ash whined, hiding his face against the pillow. "S-someone threw a book..."

Gary blinked. "A book?"

Ash gave a small nod. "A big one."

Gary winced. "Where?"

Ash squeezed his eyes shut. "...Down there..."

Gary's stomach dropped. "Oh."

Ash whined again, curling up tighter. "It hurts, Gary..."

Gary sighed. "Alright, buddy. You need me to check?"

Ash immediately tensed. "D-do you have to?"

Gary nodded. "Yeah, Ash. I need to make sure nothing's seriously wrong. You could have a bruise or—" he hesitated, "—something worse."

Ash buried his face deeper into the pillow, clearly mortified. "...Can't it just go away on its own?"

Gary softened. "Maybe, but we need to be sure, bud. Look, I promise I'll be careful, alright?"

Ash hesitated, then gave a reluctant nod.

Gary gently placed a hand on Ash's shoulder. "Alright, let's get you lying flat. It'll be over fast."

Ash let out a nervous breath but slowly shifted onto his back. He avoided eye contact, his hands gripping the blanket tightly.

Gary grabbed a pair of gloves from his bag and snapped them on. "Alright, Ash. I'm gonna need to—uh, y'know—move these down a bit, okay?"

Ash's face turned bright red. "G-Garyyyy..."

Gary sighed. "I know, buddy. Just trust me, alright?"

Ash groaned but gave a tiny nod.

Gary worked quickly and professionally, carefully examining the area. He checked for swelling, bruising, and any sign of serious injury.

Ash squirmed uncomfortably the entire time, gripping the blanket so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Gary's heart clenched. "Hey," he said softly, placing a comforting hand on Ash's knee. "You're doing great, buddy. I'm almost done."

Ash sniffled. "It's embarrassing..."

Gary gave him a small smile. "I get it, bud. But there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You got hit with a book—I'd be crying too."

Ash let out a weak chuckle. "It was so big, Gary..."

Gary chuckled too. "I bet it was, buddy."

A moment later, he finished his check and carefully pulled the blanket back over Ash.

"Well, good news—nothing's broken."

Ash sighed in relief. "Oh, thank Arceus..."

Gary patted his shoulder. "You might be sore for a bit, but some ice and rest should help. And no running around like an idiot for a few days."

Ash pouted. "Aww, but—"

"Nope. Not happening," Gary interrupted. "You just let me check your junk, so don't even try to argue with me."

Ash groaned, hiding his face again. "You didn't have to say it like that!"

Gary smirked. "Hey, I could've said worse."

Ash whined dramatically. "This is the worst day of my life."

Gary chuckled and ruffled his hair. "You'll live, buddy."

Gary had been through a lot with Ash—sicknesses, injuries, stubborn refusals to cooperate—but this? This was a new level of why is this my life?

It started with Ash waddling into his room, his face red and twisted in discomfort. He was holding his lower stomach, shifting awkwardly.

Gary frowned, setting his book down. "Uh... you good?"

Ash hesitated before mumbling, "...No."

Gary sighed. "What happened this time?"

Ash looked away. "...Someone threw a book at me."

Gary blinked. "...Okay? And?"

Ash squirmed, looking even more embarrassed.

Gary leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "Ash. Where did it hit you?"

Ash hesitated, then whispered something under his breath.

Gary sighed. "Louder, buddy."

Ash groaned. "You know where."

Gary blinked. "Wait... wait." He sat up straight. "You mean—?"

Ash whined and nodded.

Gary sighed, rubbing his face. "Of course you got hit there. Of course." He stood up and gestured toward his bed. "Alright, lie down."

Ash's eyes widened. "WHAT?"

Gary crossed his arms. "You came to me for help, didn't you?"

Ash hesitated before muttering, "...Yeah."

"Then lie down so I can check."

Ash whined but obeyed, slowly laying back on the bed. His face was practically glowing red at this point.

Gary grabbed a pair of gloves from his drawer, snapping them on. "Okay, I'm gonna be quick, alright?"

Ash squeaked. "I hate this."

Gary sighed. "Yeah, well, I hate that you don't know how to dodge flying books, so we're even."

Ash glared weakly. "Not helping."

Gary smirked before his face turned serious. "Okay, I'm gonna check for bruising. Just relax, alright?"

Ash snorted. "Yeah, sure, let me just relax while my best friend does this."

Gary rolled his eyes. "Ash."

Ash groaned and covered his face with his hands. "...Just get it over with."

Gary nodded and carefully examined the area, pressing gently. Ash immediately flinched and let out a pained yelp.

Gary frowned. "That hurt?"

"DUH."

Gary sighed. "Okay, I don't think anything's broken, but you're definitely bruised. Maybe even a little swollen."

Ash groaned miserably. "Kill me."

Gary snorted. "Nah, I think I'll keep you alive."

Ash pouted. "Why?"

Gary smirked. "Because who else is gonna walk into my room and say 'Gary, I got hit in the balls with a book'?"

Ash groaned louder and threw a pillow over his face. "STOPPPP."

Gary laughed, patting his knee. "Alright, alright, you're done. Just ice it and take it easy for a bit, okay?"

Ash peeked out from under the pillow. "...You're not telling anyone, right?"

Gary grinned. "No promises."

"GARYYYYYY!"

Gary blinked at Ash, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. "Wait... someone threw a book there?"

Ash, curled up on Gary's bed with his face redder than a Charmeleon's tail, groaned and covered his face with his hands. "I-it was an accident! B-but it hurts, Gary..."

Gary sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Ashy-boy, you should've told me sooner."

Ash whined. "I-I was embarrassed!"

Gary rolled his eyes but gave his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "C'mon, dummy. You know I'm not gonna make fun of you for this."

Ash peeked at him through his fingers, still looking uncertain. "...Promise?"

Gary softened. "Of course. Now, let's check it out, yeah?"

Ash groaned again, hiding his face. "Do we have to?"

Gary gave him a look. "Yes, unless you wanna keep suffering."

Ash muttered something under his breath but hesitantly nodded.

Gary nodded back, grabbing a pair of gloves from his nightstand. "Alright, just try to relax, okay? I'll be quick."

Ash let out a small, nervous whimper but did as he was told, shifting so Gary could help him out of his clothes.

Gary worked carefully, his medical side taking over as he gently pressed along the area, checking for swelling or bruising. "Lemme know if anything hurts, alright?"

Ash flinched when Gary's fingers brushed a particularly sore spot. "Nngh—t-there..."

Gary frowned. "Yeah, looks like it's bruised up pretty bad." He sighed, grabbing a nearby ice pack. "You'll need to ice it for a bit. No running, no jumping, and definitely no getting hit with any more books, got it?"

Ash pouted. "I didn't get hit on purpose..."

Gary snorted. "I know, bud." He adjusted the ice pack, making sure it wasn't too cold before pressing it gently to the area. "Alright, hold this here for a while. It'll help with the swelling."

Ash whined but did as he was told, his grip on Gary's wrist tightening slightly.

Gary chuckled. "You're so dramatic."

Ash huffed. "You try getting a book thrown there and not being dramatic about it."

Gary grinned. "Fair point."

Ash blinked sleepily up at him. "You won't tell anyone, right?"

Gary scoffed. "What kinda best friend would I be if I did?"

Ash gave a small, relieved smile. "...Thanks, Gary."

Gary ruffled his hair. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't get hit again, you magnet for trouble."