Gary could tell from the moment he set the syringe down on the counter that Ash was about to lose it. Ash's foot had been tapping frantically against the metal frame of the examination table, and his hands were trembling so badly, it was almost impossible for him to hold onto anything. He was doing his best to keep it together, but Gary could see the fear in his eyes, the way his body was stiff and tense.

"Alright, Ashy-boy," Gary said, trying to keep his tone light as he picked up the syringe. "This part's gonna sting, but it'll be over in a second. You've had shots before, right?"

Ash's eyes were wide, and his breathing was shallow. He was shaking, his fingers gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were white. The moment he saw the needle, his whole body tensed up, and his breath hitched. "I—I—I know, but... Gary... I— I can't—"

Gary stepped up beside him and placed a hand gently on Ash's, feeling the tremors. "Hey, hey, look at me, kiddo," Gary said softly. His voice was firm, but there was a comforting warmth behind it. "You're gonna be okay. I'm here, and this is just a quick shot. It'll be over before you know it."

Ash's heart was pounding in his chest, his whole body on edge. It felt like everything was spinning out of control. The fear was too much, too overwhelming. It wasn't just the shot—it was everything. The sterile smell, the cold, the way his legs felt too weak to move. It was as if his body had completely betrayed him, and the only thing he could focus on was the terrible buzzing in his ears and the thudding of his heart.

Gary could see how bad it was. The poor kid was trembling so violently now, it was as though he had no control over his body at all. It reminded him of when they were little, when Ash would lose it at the doctor's office, his nerves getting the better of him. Gary had always been there for him then, and he would be now, too.

"Relax your hand, Ash," Gary instructed gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of Ash's hand. "You're not gonna be able to handle this if you're so tight."

Ash didn't respond at first. His hand was still clenched so tightly it felt like he was holding onto the table for dear life. Gary's heart ached seeing Ash like this, but he knew the only way to help him now was to keep calm, to be the steady one.

"It'll be better if you relax, buddy," Gary added, his voice low and calm. "If you don't, your arm's gonna be way too tense, and the shot's gonna hurt more. Trust me. Just let go."

Ash didn't want to. His hand felt like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality, the only thing stopping his nerves from completely unraveling. But Gary's touch was gentle, his voice steady, and Ash slowly—reluctantly—unclenched his fist. The trembling didn't stop, but it was a little less fierce now.

"That's it," Gary encouraged softly. "Good job. Now, take a deep breath for me, okay?"

Ash barely registered the words. He was too focused on how his whole body was shaking. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, the pressure in his ears drowning out everything else. His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, and the world felt like it was closing in on him.

Gary could feel Ash's fear as though it were his own. The last thing he wanted was to scare Ash even more, but there was no other way. "Ash, I need you to relax your arm for me, okay?" he said, his voice gentle but insistent. "It's going to help. If you don't, I won't be able to do this properly, and you won't be able to move your arm afterward. Trust me."

Ash's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling as his mind raced. He couldn't help it. His whole body was on edge, out of control. The tremors were so bad, his legs felt weak and his stomach churned in panic. He couldn't even make himself look at the needle—he was too terrified.

Gary sighed, feeling the tension building between them. He wasn't used to seeing Ash so completely paralyzed with fear. He could see it in Ash's wide, glossy eyes, in the way his lip quivered, in the way his hand was shaking so hard it was almost impossible to keep it still.

"Look at me, Ash," Gary said, his voice still calm but firm. "You're not going to die from a shot, okay? I promise you. But you've gotta let go a little. I'm here with you."

Ash wanted to fight it. He wanted to pull away, to escape, to do anything to get out of this nightmare. But Gary was right there with him, and he couldn't push him away. Not now.

Gary gently guided Ash's arm and placed it in his lap, rubbing the back of his hand soothingly. "That's it. Relax for me, buddy," Gary murmured. "Take a deep breath. Inhale... and exhale. You're doing great. You're not alone, okay?"

Ash's body was still trembling uncontrollably, and his heart was racing faster than ever. His skin felt clammy, his body felt distant—like he was watching himself from a distance. It was as if his fear had taken over, and he couldn't seem to get it back under control.

Gary's other hand came up to Ash's neck, gently feeling his pulse. "Ash... breathe, alright? Just follow my lead. In... out. In... out."

The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears was deafening, and Ash could hardly hear Gary's voice over the thunderous pounding in his chest. But, somehow, the rhythm of Gary's breathing—steady and calm—began to soothe him. The tension in his body began to loosen just a little.

"Good," Gary murmured as he felt Ash's pulse start to slow. "There you go, kiddo. That's the way."

Gary continued to keep a steady, firm hand on Ash's arm as he prepared the needle. He worked quickly but carefully, making sure everything was in place. Ash's body was still shaking, his breath still ragged, but he was slowly starting to breathe in sync with Gary's calm, deep breaths.

"Ash," Gary said softly. "It's gonna be quick, alright? Just one second. You'll barely feel it. I'm here with you, I've got you."

Ash nodded, barely able to process the words through the fog of fear clouding his mind. He could only focus on Gary's voice, trying to center himself on the soft, reassuring pressure of Gary's hand on his.

And then, just like that, it was over. The needle slid into his arm, and though Ash winced, it wasn't as bad as he had feared. It was quick, and for a moment, all he could feel was the tight grip of Gary's hand on his, the pressure in his neck from Gary's soothing touch, and the steady rhythm of his best friend's voice.

"You did it, Ashy-boy," Gary said, a soft smile on his lips as he pulled the needle away. "See? Not so bad."

Ash took a shaky breath, still trembling slightly but feeling the weight of the fear lift off of him, just a little. He looked up at Gary, his eyes still wide but filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

"Thanks," Ash whispered, his voice hoarse. "I... I couldn't have done it without you."

Gary simply smiled, his thumb gently stroking the back of Ash's hand. "Anytime, kiddo. Anytime."

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The door of the waiting room  opened, and Gary stepped out of the door. " Ashy- Boy?"

Gary's eyes swept around the room. The chairs were still neatly made, the clipboards were in their boxes, and he couldn't see his best friend.

So where could Ash be?

Then his eyes gazed at the receptionist, who was looking at something under her desk.

Gary raised a brow, went back inside the clinic, and into the receptionist area. He walked to the receptionist, peeked over her shoulder and gasped.

" There you are!"

The receptionist turned and saw the young doctor, stepping aside as she said, " He's all yours."

Gary nodded gratefully, walking and gently crouching in front of the desk, reaching out and rubbing the boy's arm. Hiya, Ash."

Ash didn't reply. His head was buried in his knees, which were brought up to his chest, his arms wrapped around.

Gary gently took one of Ash's hands, frowning when he saw how clenched they were. He gently pried his fingers away and stared.

Angry marks were left in the wake of the clenching, and Gary sighed. " Oh, Ash....."

Holding Ash's hand in one hand, rubbing soothing circles in his palm,  he took a deep breath.

" Ash. Look at me."

Ash didn't move.

Gary put a gentle hand on Ash's knee. " Ash." He pressed. " Look at me."

Ash lifted his head a little, and Gary smiled softly, wiping a few of Ash's tears. " There you are."

Ash blinked. He started to put his head back down, but Gary gently cupped his chin, forcing Ash to look at Gary.

" What's wrong, Ash?" Gary asked gently. " You can tell me."

Ash looked away.

Gary frowned slightly, but he wasn't discouraged.

" Buddy, look at me for a second."

Ash obeyed.

Gary gently stood up from outside of the desk. " First of all, do I look any different?"

Ash gave Gary a look over.

Gary was wearing his white lab coat, but he could see Gary's purple shirt.

Ash shook his head and buried his face back into his knees.

Gary sat down again and took Ash's hand again, rubbing it again.

Ash flinched slightly.

Gary frowned again, putting two gentle fingers on Ash's wrist.

His heart was going ten miles a minute.

Gary's eyes widened, and before he knew it he had already slipped the stethoscope from his neck and pressed the disk on Ash's shirt.

Ash froze. " G... gary?"

" Hmm?"

" What are you doing?"

Gary looked up at him for a second."Easy, buddy. I just want to see something."

Ash's heart rate only got worse.

Gary needed to calm Ash down.

Fast.

Looping the stethoscope around his neck again, Gary took Ash's hand, holding three fingers down.

" Okay, kiddo." Gary murmured softly. " Feel my heart rate."

He put Ash's two fingers gently on his neck.

Gary's heart rate was normal- strong, beating reassuringly, and not erratic.

" Now let's feel yours."

Ash realized his heart rate and Gary's were very different.

" Feel it?"

Ash nodded.

" Let's try to calm your heart rate down, alright?"

Ash nodded weakly, and Gary gently wrapped an arm around Ash. " In through your nose.... Out through your mouth. Good. One more, 'k, buddy? In.... out.... In.... out..... There, that's better, isn't it?"

Ash nodded hesitantly.

" Now that you've calmed down, what's the matter?"

Ash leaned on Gary's shoulder. " I'm.... scared." Ash whispered.

" About what, buddy?"

" Gary, it hurts. It always hurts. Every time, no matter what it hurts!"

Gary frowned. " Hurts? Ash, it's not supposed to hu-"

Then he saw how rigid his best friend's body was.

And at once he understood.

" Ash," He said gently, taking Ash's arm and massaging it. " You need to relax."

" Huh?"

Gary gave him a steady expression, pressing gently into Ash's arm. " Relax. Ashy. You know, so your arm won't hurt when you get the shot."

" But why?"

" Because, Ash, if you tense up, the muscles inside your body get tense. And that makes it harder for the needle to just go in painlessly." He explained gently. " See how my arm is? It's relaxed. Now look at yours."

Ash observed the difference. " I suppose.... But every time I try to relax I see the needle. And that just makes me more scared."

Gary nodded, smiling gently. " Ah, that's the problem. Okay, let's do this. We'll just give you the shot here."

Ash's eyes nearly bulged out. " Here?! Under a desk?!"

Gary nodded, already taking the wipes out. " Yeah, kid. Here."

" But why? Wouldn't it be more professional on a table?"

Gary raised a brow. " Kid, I can already see how tense you are. An examination table would be worse. Tell me, are you comfortable down here?"

Ash nodded a little.

" Then that's all I want."

He took a pair of gloves out of his pocket and snapped them on, then took the capped needle.

Ash blinked. " You had that the whole time?"

Gary ripped the wipe packet. " Yeah, why?"

" I'm just surprised."

Gary gently lifted Ash's sleeve and rubbed his skin. " Yeah? Why's that?*

" You didn't just punch it in."

Gary froze, the wipe dropping. " What did you say?"

Ash looked confused. " You didn't just punch it in without making sure I was alright."

" Where's this coming from?! How I usually am?! Ash, listen -"

" Nono, it's not you. It's the ones before."

Now Gary looked very alarmed. " Is that why you hate shots, buddy?"

Ash didn't reply, and Gary's heart sank.

Gary let out a soft sigh, crouching lower so he could look Ash directly in the eyes. "Oh, Ashy-boy," he murmured, his tone heavy with empathy. "You've been through that before?"

Ash hesitated, his fingers gripping his knees tightly again. "It... it just always felt like they didn't care. They'd just do it, no warning, no asking if I was ready. And it hurt. A lot."

Gary's expression darkened with frustration—not at Ash, but at the thought of anyone treating his best friend like that. He forced himself to take a deep breath, softening his tone. "Ash, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. That's not okay. No one should've treated you like that."

Ash shrugged slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just how it's always been. That's why I hate shots so much."

Gary reached out, gently placing a hand on Ash's shoulder. "Well, listen to me, buddy. I'm not like them. I promise you, I'll never hurt you like that. You're my best friend, and I'll always make sure you're okay before I do anything. Alright?"

Ash blinked, his eyes misty, but he gave a small nod. "Okay."

"Good," Gary said with a reassuring smile. "Now, let's take this slow. If you're not ready, just tell me, and we'll wait until you are."

Ash looked at the needle in Gary's gloved hand, his breathing uneven. Gary noticed and quickly took Ash's hand again, placing it over his own heart. "Feel that? Steady and calm. Just like we practiced earlier. You can do this, Ash."

Ash nodded again, focusing on the rhythm of Gary's heartbeat. Slowly, his breathing evened out, and he unclenched his fists. "Okay... I think I'm ready."

Gary smiled warmly. "That's my guy. Alright, this will be quick, I promise."

He grabbed the wipe again, gently cleaning Ash's upper arm in smooth, circular motions. "Just keep your eyes on me, buddy. Don't even think about the needle."

Ash did as he was told, locking his gaze with Gary's steady, reassuring eyes. Gary positioned the needle carefully, his movements slow and deliberate. "Deep breath in, Ash. Now out... there we go. All done."

Ash blinked in surprise. "Wait... that's it?"

Gary chuckled softly, capping the needle and tossing it into a nearby sharps container. "That's it. Told you I'd take care of you."

Ash stared at his arm, almost in disbelief. "It didn't even hurt."

Gary grinned, leaning back on his heels. "See? I told you it doesn't have to. You just needed someone who cares enough to do it right."

Ash's eyes softened as he looked at Gary. "Thanks, Gary. Really."

"Anytime, Ashy-boy," Gary said, ruffling his hair. "Now, how about we get out from under this desk and grab some snacks? You've earned it."

Ash smiled for the first time all day, nodding as Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder. "Yeah... let's do that."

Gary let out a slow breath, his heart aching as he studied Ash's expression. The boy looked vulnerable, a mix of fear and embarrassment in his eyes. Gary gently set the needle down on the floor beside him and cupped Ash's shoulder.

"Ash, listen to me," Gary began softly. "Whatever happened before... I'm sorry you went through that. But I promise, it won't be like that with me. Okay?"

Ash glanced at him hesitantly. "You mean it?"

Gary nodded firmly. "You're my best friend, Ashy-boy. I'd never hurt you on purpose. I'll always make sure you're okay first."

Ash's lip quivered slightly, and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "I just... it was so bad, Gary. They didn't care if I was scared or if it hurt. They just—"

"Shhh, it's okay," Gary interrupted gently, pulling Ash into a comforting hug. "You're safe now. I'll take my time, and if you need a minute, just tell me. We don't have to rush anything."

Ash let himself relax slightly against Gary's shoulder, his breathing evening out. Pikachu appeared from nowhere, climbing onto Ash's lap and nuzzling him, offering its own form of comfort.

Gary pulled back slightly, giving Ash a reassuring smile. "Alright, buddy. Let's try again, K? This time, we'll go slow, and you'll be in control. You tell me when you're ready."

Ash swallowed hard but nodded. "Okay."

Gary reached for the wipe again, giving it another rip. "First, I'm going to clean your arm. It's just going to feel a little cool, alright?"

"Okay," Ash murmured, watching as Gary gently swiped the area on his upper arm.

"Good job," Gary said warmly. "Now, here's the deal. You're gonna keep looking at Pikachu, okay? Focus on how soft his fur is. I'll do the rest, and it'll be over before you know it."

Ash nodded again, gripping Pikachu close. "Alright. Just... don't tell me when it's coming."

Gary chuckled lightly. "Got it, kiddo. Just relax for me, alright?"

Ash focused intently on Pikachu, and before he even realized it, Gary had already slipped the needle in, injected the medicine, and pulled it out.

"All done," Gary announced, putting a small bandage over the spot.

Ash blinked. "Wait, what? That's it?"

Gary grinned. "That's it. See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad."

Ash let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and smiled faintly. "Thanks, Gary. For... not being like the others."

Gary ruffled Ash's hair playfully. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. I told you, I've got your back. Always."

Pikachu cheered happily, and Ash hugged it tight. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he didn't need to be scared anymore.

Gary sighed deeply, his hand pausing as he gently held Ash's arm. His voice softened even more as he asked, "Ash, are you telling me someone gave you a shot like that? Without checking if you were ready?"

Ash hesitated but nodded, his face buried in his knees again. "They didn't care if it hurt... they just wanted to get it over with."

Gary closed his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Ash, I'm so sorry. That's not okay. No wonder you've been so scared."

Ash shrugged weakly. "It's just how it's always been. I thought that's how it was supposed to be."

Gary leaned closer, cupping Ash's shoulder. "No, Ashy-boy, it's not. It's never supposed to be like that. Doctors are supposed to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. If you're scared, we're supposed to help you, not ignore it."

Ash peeked up at Gary, his brown eyes glassy with unshed tears. "But what if it still hurts?"

Gary gave him a small smile and gently squeezed his hand. "I'm not saying it'll be painless, buddy. But I promise I'll do everything I can to make it as easy as possible. You trust me, right?"

Ash hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I trust you."

Gary smiled warmly. "Good. Let's take this slow. You're in control, okay? If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word."

Ash took a shaky breath and nodded again. Gary gently took the alcohol wipe and cleaned the spot on Ash's arm. "See? Just cleaning. Nothing else yet."

Ash flinched slightly at the coldness of the wipe but didn't pull away. Gary kept talking, his tone soothing. "You're doing great, Ash. Just keep taking those deep breaths like before. In through your nose... out through your mouth. That's it."

As he spoke, Gary uncapped the needle, moving with practiced precision. He glanced at Ash's face, making sure he was still relatively calm. "Okay, buddy. Little pinch. Ready?"

Ash squeezed his eyes shut but nodded, gripping Gary's free hand tightly.

Gary was as gentle as possible, sliding the needle into Ash's arm swiftly and smoothly. "And... done," he said, pressing a cotton ball over the spot and removing the needle in one fluid motion.

Ash blinked, his eyes wide with surprise. "Wait... that's it?"

Gary chuckled softly, securing the cotton ball with a small bandage. "That's it. Told you it'd be quick."

Ash stared at his arm, then back at Gary. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

"That's because you trusted me, and you tried to relax," Gary said, ruffling Ash's hair affectionately. "You did awesome, Ash."

Ash smiled faintly, leaning against Gary's shoulder again. "Thanks, Gary... for not being like the others."

Gary's expression softened, and he wrapped an arm around Ash. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. I'll always be here for you."

As they sat there under the desk, Pikachu peeked in, holding Ash's hat in its tiny paws. "Pika?"

Gary laughed, taking the hat and placing it on Ash's head. "See? Even Pikachu thinks you're brave."

Ash chuckled softly, scratching Pikachu's head. "Maybe shots aren't so bad... as long as you're here, Gary."

Gary's jaw tightened as he stared at Ash, who avoided his gaze. "Ash," he said softly but firmly, "did someone hurt you during a shot before?"

Ash hesitated, his fingers twitching against his knees. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "They... they didn't care if it hurt or not. They just... jabbed it in. And if I cried, they told me to stop being a baby."

Gary's heart broke at the words. He gently cupped Ash's chin, tilting his face up so their eyes met. "Ashy-boy," he said, his voice steady but full of emotion, "I'm so sorry that happened to you. No one should ever treat you like that. Ever."

Ash's lips quivered, and he blinked back tears. "It's why I hate shots, Gary. I can't stop thinking about it."

Gary sighed deeply, rubbing Ash's arm in slow, comforting motions. "I get it now, buddy. And I promise you—right here, right now—I'll never let anyone hurt you like that again. You hear me?"

Ash sniffled and nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Okay."

Gary smiled gently. "Alright. We're gonna take this at your pace, okay? You're in control this time."

Ash blinked. "I... I am?"

"Absolutely," Gary said, setting the needle aside for a moment. "You tell me when you're ready. We'll do this together, nice and easy. No rush."

Ash studied Gary's face, searching for any hint of impatience or annoyance. But all he found was warmth and reassurance. Finally, he nodded. "Okay. I think... I think I'm ready."

"Good boy," Gary said, picking up the alcohol wipe again. "Just focus on me, alright? Don't even think about the shot. Look at my face."

Ash locked eyes with Gary, and Gary grinned. "There you go. Now, tell me something fun. What's the first thing you're gonna do once you're all done here?"

Ash hesitated, then smiled faintly. "Maybe go get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream, huh?" Gary said as he gently cleaned Ash's arm with the wipe. "What flavor?"

"Probably chocolate. Or maybe mint chocolate chip." Ash winced slightly but kept talking. "What about you?"

Gary smirked. "Me? Oh, you know I'm a rocky road guy. Can't resist it."

Ash chuckled weakly. "That's so like you."

Gary took the needle and positioned it carefully. "Alright, Ash. Deep breath in... and out."

Ash obeyed, and before he realized it, the needle was already in and out. Gary pressed a small cotton ball to the spot, taping it down with care. "All done, buddy."

Ash blinked. "Wait. That's it?"

Gary laughed softly. "That's it. Didn't even feel it, did you?"

Ash stared at his arm, then back at Gary. "No. I didn't... How?"

Gary smiled, ruffling Ash's hair. "Because you stayed calm, and I took my time. That's how it's supposed to be, Ashy-boy."

Ash managed a genuine smile. "Thanks, Gary. For... everything."

"Always," Gary said, pulling Ash into a quick hug. "Now let's get out from under this desk and grab that ice cream, huh?"

Ash laughed, the tension finally leaving his body as he let Gary guide him back to his feet. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Gary took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. He placed a reassuring hand on Ash's shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"Ash, I need you to tell me what happened," he said softly. "Did someone hurt you during a shot before?"

Ash hesitated, biting his lip as he glanced down at his knees. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... A few times. They didn't listen. Just told me to 'man up' and jabbed it in without warning."

Gary's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay composed. "Ash, I'm so sorry that happened to you. That's not how it's supposed to be. They were wrong to treat you like that."

Ash's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he muttered, "It always made me feel like I was just... an object to them. Like I didn't matter."

Gary crouched down to Ash's level, his gaze steady and full of empathy. "You do matter, Ash. A lot. And I promise you, I'll never treat you like that. Okay?"

Ash sniffled and nodded, his body relaxing slightly under Gary's gentle tone.

"Good," Gary said with a small smile, reaching for the antiseptic wipe again. "Now, I'm going to show you how this is supposed to go. You're in control, alright? If you need me to stop or slow down, just tell me. Deal?"

Ash hesitated, then gave a small, tentative nod. "Deal."

"Alright." Gary uncapped the needle and set it aside for a moment, holding the wipe up. "First, I'm just going to clean the area. It might feel a little cold, but that's it. Ready?"

Ash gave a small nod, and Gary gently swiped the wipe over his upper arm. "See? Easy."

Ash nodded again, his shoulders not as tense as before.

"Now," Gary continued, his voice calm and steady, "I'm going to count to three, and when I do, I'll give you the shot. It'll be quick, and you might feel a small pinch, but that's all. Got it?"

"Got it," Ash said, taking a deep breath.

Gary smiled, keeping his voice encouraging. "Good. One... two..."

Before Ash even realized, Gary had already administered the shot and was applying a bandage.

"Wait... that's it?" Ash asked, blinking in surprise.

Gary chuckled softly. "That's it, buddy. Told you it'd be quick."

Ash stared at his arm, then back at Gary. "That... didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

Gary's smile widened as he ruffled Ash's hair. "See? It's all about taking things slow and making sure you're comfortable. No rushing, no surprises."

Ash gave a small, sheepish smile. "Thanks, Gary. For, y'know, being patient with me."

"Anytime, Ashy-boy," Gary said warmly, standing up and offering him a hand. "Now, let's get you out from under this desk, huh? I think we've had enough drama for one day."

Ash laughed softly, letting Gary help him to his feet. "Yeah, I think so too."

As they walked out of the clinic together, Ash glanced up at Gary and added, "You're way better at this than those other guys. Guess I lucked out with you, huh?"

Gary smirked, giving him a playful nudge. "Of course you did. I'm Gary Oak, remember? Best doctor and best friend you'll ever have."

Ash rolled his eyes but smiled. For the first time in a while, the thought of needles didn't seem so scary anymore.

New story. The door of the waiting room  opened, and Gary stepped out of the door. " Ashy- Boy?"

Gary's eyes swept around the room. The chairs were still neatly made, the clipboards were in their boxes, and he couldn't see his best friend.

So where could Ash be?

Then his eyes gazed at the receptionist, who was looking at something under her desk.

Gary raised a brow, went back inside the clinic, and into the receptionist area. He walked to the receptionist, peeked over her shoulder and gasped.

" There you are!"

The receptionist turned and saw the young doctor, stepping aside as she said, " He's all yours."

Gary nodded gratefully, walking and gently crouching in front of the desk, reaching out and rubbing the boy's arm. Hiya, Ash."

Ash didn't reply. His head was buried in his knees, which were brought up to his chest, his arms wrapped around.

Gary gently took one of Ash's hands, frowning when he saw how clenched they were. He gently pried his fingers away and stared.

Angry marks were left in the wake of the clenching, and Gary sighed. " Oh, Ash....."

Holding Ash's hand in one hand, rubbing soothing circles in his palm,  he took a deep breath.

" Ash. Look at me."

Ash didn't move.

Gary put a gentle hand on Ash's knee. " Ash." He pressed. " Look at me."

Ash lifted his head a little, and Gary smiled softly, wiping a few of Ash's tears. " There you are."

Ash blinked. He started to put his head back down, but Gary gently cupped his chin, forcing Ash to look at Gary.

" What's wrong, Ash?" Gary asked gently. " You can tell me."

Ash looked away.

Gary frowned slightly, but he wasn't discouraged.

" Buddy, look at me for a second."

Ash obeyed.

Gary gently stood up from outside of the desk. " First of all, do I look any different?"

Ash gave Gary a look over.

Gary was wearing his white lab coat, but he could see Gary's purple shirt.

Ash shook his head and buried his face back into his knees.

Gary sat down again and took Ash's hand again, rubbing it again.

Ash flinched slightly.

Gary frowned again, putting two gentle fingers on Ash's wrist.

His heart was going ten miles a minute.

Gary's eyes widened, and before he knew it he had already slipped the stethoscope from his neck and pressed the disk on Ash's shirt.

Ash froze. " G... gary?"

" Hmm?"

" What are you doing?"

Gary looked up at him for a second."Easy, buddy. I just want to see something."

Ash's heart rate only got worse.

Gary needed to calm Ash down.

Fast.

Looping the stethoscope around his neck again, Gary took Ash's hand, holding three fingers down.

" Okay, kiddo." Gary murmured softly. " Feel my heart rate."

He put Ash's two fingers gently on his neck.

Gary's heart rate was normal- strong, beating reassuringly, and not erratic.

" Now let's feel yours."

Ash realized his heart rate and Gary's were very different.

" Feel it?"

Ash nodded.

" Let's try to calm your heart rate down, alright?"

Ash nodded weakly, and Gary gently wrapped an arm around Ash. " In through your nose.... Out through your mouth. Good. One more, 'k, buddy? In.... out.... In.... out..... There, that's better, isn't it?"

Ash nodded hesitantly.

" Now that you've calmed down, what's the matter?"

Ash leaned on Gary's shoulder. " I'm.... scared." Ash whispered.

" About what, buddy?"

" Gary, it hurts. It always hurts. Every time, no matter what it hurts!"

Gary frowned. " Hurts? Ash, it's not supposed to hu-"

Then he saw how rigid his best friend's body was.

And at once he understood.

" Ash," He said gently, taking Ash's arm and massaging it. " You need to relax."

" Huh?"

Gary gave him a steady expression, pressing gently into Ash's arm. " Relax. Ashy. You know, so your arm won't hurt when you get the shot."

" But why?"

" Because, Ash, if you tense up, the muscles inside your body get tense. And that makes it harder for the needle to just go in painlessly." He explained gently. " See how my arm is? It's relaxed. Now look at yours."

Ash observed the difference. " I suppose.... But every time I try to relax I see the needle. And that just makes me more scared."

Gary nodded, smiling gently. " Ah, that's the problem. Okay, let's do this. We'll just give you the shot here."

Ash's eyes nearly bulged out. " Here?! Under a desk?!"

Gary nodded, already taking the wipes out. " Yeah, kid. Here."

" But why? Wouldn't it be more professional on a table?"

Gary raised a brow. " Kid, I can already see how tense you are. An examination table would be worse. Tell me, are you comfortable down here?"

Ash nodded a little.

" Then that's all I want."

He took a pair of gloves out of his pocket and snapped them on, then took the capped needle.

Ash blinked. " You had that the whole time?"

Gary ripped the wipe packet. " Yeah, why?"

" I'm just surprised."

Gary gently lifted Ash's sleeve and rubbed his skin. " Yeah? Why's that?*

" You didn't just punch it in."

Gary froze, the wipe dropping. " What did you say?"

Ash looked confused. " You didn't just punch it in without making sure I was alright."

" Where's this coming from?! How I usually am?! Ash, listen -"

" Nono, it's not you. It's the ones before."

Now Gary looked very alarmed. " Is that why you hate shots, buddy?"

Ash didn't reply, and Gary's heart sank.

" Pika pi."

Gary blinked as Pikachu's face appeared from Ash's shoulder.

" You've been here the whole time?!" Gary practically shouted.

Pikachu gave an innocent "Pika!" as if to say, Of course I have. The little electric mouse hopped onto Ash's lap, nuzzling him gently.

Gary sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before shaking his head with a small smile. "Well, at least you're good emotional support, huh, Pikachu?"

"Chu!" Pikachu nodded proudly, making Ash crack a faint smile despite himself.

Gary's gaze softened as he turned his attention back to Ash. "Okay, buddy, let's focus on you. I'm really sorry if past experiences made you scared of this. But I promise you, I'm not like that. I'm here to make sure you're comfortable, alright?"

Ash looked down, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. "I know, Gary. It's just... hard to forget."

Gary nodded, his voice calm and soothing. "I get it, Ash. But this is a new experience. We'll take it slow, and if you need to stop, you tell me, okay?"

Ash hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."

"Good." Gary grabbed the wipe again, gently cleaning the area on Ash's arm. "Remember, you're in control here, buddy. Deep breaths, just like we practiced."

Ash focused on breathing in and out, his shoulders relaxing slightly. Gary smiled, seeing the tension begin to fade. "That's it. You're doing great."

When Gary picked up the needle, Ash tensed briefly, but Gary didn't rush. "Hey, look at me, Ashy-boy," Gary said softly. Ash turned his gaze to meet Gary's. "It's just us. You're safe. Pikachu's here too. We've got you."

Ash nodded, his breathing steadying. "Okay, I'm ready."

Gary worked quickly and carefully, his movements smooth and practiced. "All done!" he announced after a moment, capping the needle.

Ash blinked, staring at his arm in surprise. "Wait... that was it?"

"That was it," Gary said with a grin, pulling off his gloves. "See? No drama. No pain."

Ash leaned back against the desk, relief flooding his face. "Huh. That wasn't bad at all."

"Told ya," Gary replied, ruffling Ash's hair. "You just needed a little care and patience. Now, how about we get out from under this desk, huh? Maybe grab some ice cream on the way home?"

Ash's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Really," Gary said, standing and offering his hand. "You've earned it, buddy."

Ash took Gary's hand, Pikachu hopping onto his shoulder. "Thanks, Gary."

Gary smirked as they stepped out from under the desk. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. Now let's get that ice cream before Pikachu steals the show again."

Pikachu let out a happy "Pika!" as if to agree, and the trio headed out, the tension of the moment melting away like ice cream on a sunny day.

Pikachu gave Gary an innocent look, tilting his head as if to say, Of course I have.

Gary let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You really are something else, Pikachu."

Ash gave a weak smile, his nerves slightly eased by the interaction. "Pikachu's always got my back," he murmured, stroking the little Pokémon's fur.

Gary softened at the sight. "And so do I, Ashy-boy," he said firmly, crouching again. "Now, let's get this done so you can stop worrying, alright?"

Ash took a deep breath, his gaze flickering to the needle. Gary caught the look and gently placed a hand on Ash's shoulder.

"Hey," Gary said softly. "Look at me, not the needle. We're doing this together, okay?"

Ash nodded hesitantly, shifting his focus to Gary's calm expression. Pikachu stayed perched on Ash's shoulder, nuzzling him in encouragement.

Gary carefully cleaned the spot on Ash's arm with the alcohol wipe, his movements slow and deliberate. "Remember, keep your arm relaxed. I'll count to three, and it'll be over before you know it. Deal?"

"Deal," Ash whispered, clutching Pikachu with his free hand.

Gary smiled reassuringly. "Alright. One... two..."

Before Ash could even brace himself, Gary had already administered the shot and was pressing a cotton ball to the spot.

"Wait—what?" Ash blinked in surprise. "You're done?!"

Gary grinned, capping the needle. "Told you it'd be quick. See? Not so bad when you relax, huh?"

Ash stared at his arm, then at Gary. "That... didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

"That's the magic of doing it right," Gary said with a wink, taping the cotton ball in place. "And having your best friend by your side."

Ash's tense shoulders finally relaxed as he leaned back against the desk, letting out a long breath. "Thanks, Gary. For, y'know, being patient."

Gary ruffled Ash's hair affectionately. "Always, Ashy-boy. Now, what do you say we get out from under this desk? People might start wondering what we're doing down here."

Ash chuckled softly, the tension finally melting away. "Yeah, let's go."

Pikachu chirped happily, leaping from Ash's shoulder to Gary's lap as if to say, Good job, Doc.

Gary laughed, standing and helping Ash to his feet. "Come on, buddy. Let's get you a juice box for being such a champ."

Ash groaned. "A juice box? What am I, five?"

Gary smirked. "Well, you were just hiding under a desk. So..."

"Fair point," Ash muttered, rolling his eyes as they walked out of the receptionist area, Pikachu bouncing happily between them.

Gary sighed, rubbing his temple. "Of course you've been here the whole time, Pikachu. And I didn't even notice."

Pikachu gave a sheepish smile, then hopped onto Gary's shoulder and nuzzled him.

Gary shook his head, turning back to Ash. He gently cupped Ash's shoulder, his voice soft. "Ash, you should've told me sooner. If other people weren't treating you right, that's not okay."

Ash fidgeted with his hands. "I didn't think it mattered. I mean, a shot's a shot, right? It's supposed to hurt."

Gary's expression turned stern, but his tone remained calm. "No, Ash. A shot isn't supposed to hurt like that. Not if it's done right, and especially not if you're cared for properly." He took a deep breath, visibly relaxing himself to reassure his friend. "That stops now, okay? I'll make sure this doesn't hurt more than it has to."

Ash glanced at Gary, his brown eyes hesitant but trusting. "You promise?"

Gary smiled warmly, placing a hand over his chest. "I promise, Ashy-boy. You trust me?"

Ash hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Yeah, I trust you."

Gary gave his shoulder a light squeeze. "Good. Now, let's get this over with so you can stop worrying about it, alright?"

Ash nodded again, though his body still seemed tense. Gary reached out and massaged his arm gently, just like before. "Relax, Ash. Remember, it's just me. You're safe here."

Pikachu hopped back onto Ash's lap, rubbing his cheek against his trainer's. Ash smiled faintly, some of the tension in his body easing.

Gary noticed and grinned. "There we go. That's better." He uncapped the needle, holding it steady as he cleaned the area on Ash's arm. "Okay, buddy. Look at Pikachu, not at the needle."

Ash did as he was told, focusing on Pikachu's cheerful little face. Gary moved quickly and smoothly, giving the injection with practiced ease.

"There. All done," Gary said, capping the needle and tossing it into a sharps container.

Ash blinked. "That's it?"

Gary laughed. "Yep, that's it. Told you it didn't have to hurt."

Ash flexed his arm experimentally, then looked at Gary with wide eyes. "You weren't kidding. That didn't hurt at all!"

Gary smirked, leaning back against the desk. "Told you, Ashy-boy. When you've got the right person taking care of you, things are a lot easier."

Ash smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, Gary. For, you know, everything."

Gary ruffled Ash's hair, his grin widening. "Anytime, buddy. Now, how about we grab some ice cream? You've earned it."

Ash nodded eagerly, his spirits noticeably brighter as he got up from under the desk, Pikachu perched happily on his shoulder. Gary followed, slinging an arm around Ash as they walked out of the waiting room together.

Whatever fears Ash had walked in with, they were gone now—because he knew Gary always had his back.

Gary let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose while glancing at Pikachu. "Of course, you're here, Pikachu. Always keeping an eye on your trainer, huh?" Pikachu chirped softly, nuzzling Ash's cheek, earning a faint smile from the boy.

Gary turned his focus back to Ash, his voice softer now. "Alright, Ash. I get it. You've had some bad experiences with shots before. But listen to me, buddy." He gently squeezed Ash's hand. "I'm not like those other doctors, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you, and I'm not gonna rush you."

Ash glanced at Gary, uncertainty in his eyes. "You promise?"

Gary placed a hand on his chest. "I promise. Cross my heart, Ashy-boy. We're taking this one step at a time."

Ash took a shaky breath and nodded. "Okay. But... I'm still scared."

Gary smiled warmly. "That's okay, Ash. Being scared doesn't mean you're weak—it just means you're human." He grabbed the alcohol wipe again and gently cleaned the spot on Ash's arm. "Now, let's focus on something else, alright? Tell me, what's the first thing you're gonna do once you're done here and feeling better?"

Ash blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Uh... I dunno. Maybe head to the training field with Pikachu?"

Gary nodded. "Good plan. Now, imagine that field. It's sunny, the wind's perfect, and Pikachu's ready to go, right?"

Ash smiled faintly. "Yeah... I can see it."

"Great. Keep thinking about that," Gary said as he uncapped the needle. "Alright, deep breath in for me... and out."

Ash obeyed, focused on the imagined field and Pikachu by his side. He barely noticed as Gary gently inserted the needle, administering the shot quickly and smoothly. By the time Ash exhaled, Gary was already putting a small bandage over the injection site.

"That's it," Gary said, standing and peeling off his gloves. "You're done, buddy."

Ash stared at him in disbelief. "Wait... that was it? I didn't even feel it!"

Gary grinned. "Told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

Ash blinked, then broke into a relieved laugh, leaning back against the desk. "Man, Gary, you're the best."

Gary ruffled Ash's hair affectionately. "What can I say? It's a gift." He then turned to Pikachu, who chirped in agreement. "And you, Pikachu—thanks for sticking with him. You're a great nurse."

"Pika-pi!" Pikachu said proudly, hopping onto Gary's shoulder and giving him a little nuzzle before returning to Ash.

Gary stood up, offering Ash a hand. "Come on, let's get out of here. I owe you a big lunch for being so brave."

Ash grabbed Gary's hand, letting him pull him to his feet. "You owe me, alright. And I want something huge."

Gary chuckled, slinging an arm around Ash's shoulders as they walked toward the door. "You've got it, Ashy-boy. Anything for my favorite patient."

And as they stepped out of the waiting room, Ash felt lighter than he had in weeks, knowing he had Gary—and Pikachu—on his side.

Gary sighed and gave Pikachu a small smile. "Thanks for sticking by him, buddy," he said, rubbing Pikachu's head briefly. Pikachu nuzzled Ash's cheek, chirping softly as if to comfort him.

"Alright, Ash," Gary said, his voice steady but warm. "I understand why you're scared now. But listen, I'm not like the others who didn't care about how you felt. I'm going to make sure this doesn't hurt more than it has to, okay?"

Ash hesitated, his wide brown eyes filled with uncertainty. "Promise?"

Gary smiled softly, placing a hand on Ash's shoulder. "I promise, Ashy-boy. Trust me, alright?"

Ash swallowed hard but nodded, leaning slightly into Pikachu's comforting presence. Gary gently cleaned the area on Ash's arm again, his movements deliberate and calm.

"Okay, buddy. I'm going to count to three, but you won't even notice by the time I'm done," Gary said, uncapping the needle and holding it carefully. "Keep your eyes on Pikachu, and take a deep breath with me. In through the nose... and out through the mouth."

Ash focused on Pikachu, who chirped encouragement. He followed Gary's lead, his breaths slowing as he exhaled shakily.

"Good, Ash. You're doing amazing," Gary murmured. "One... two... three."

Ash winced slightly but realized it was already over. Gary had slipped the needle in and out with precision, quickly pressing a small bandage over the spot.

"That's it," Gary said, his voice light. "All done. No big deal, right?"

Ash blinked in surprise, looking at his arm. "That's it? You're serious?"

Gary chuckled, sitting back on his heels and snapping the gloves off. "Told you it wouldn't be that bad. See? Relaxing helps."

Ash's tense posture slowly melted away as relief washed over him. He smiled weakly. "Thanks, Gary."

"Anytime, Ashy-boy," Gary said, ruffling his hair. "I'm just glad we didn't have to haul you out from under the desk."

Ash blushed slightly. "I guess... I was being a little dramatic, huh?"

Gary smirked playfully. "Just a little. But hey, I've seen worse. And honestly, you handled that like a champ."

Ash grinned, his confidence starting to return. "Yeah? Maybe next time, I'll just—"

"Let's not rush into 'next time' just yet," Gary interjected, raising a brow. "One step at a time, buddy."

Pikachu chirped happily, jumping onto Gary's shoulder and giving him a playful zap of gratitude.

Gary laughed, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, Pikachu. Ash did great. Now let's get out of here and grab some ice cream or something, huh?"

Ash lit up at the suggestion. "Really? Ice cream?"

"Of course," Gary said with a grin, helping Ash up from under the desk. "You earned it, kiddo."

As the trio left the waiting room, Ash felt a weight lift off his shoulders. With Pikachu by his side and Gary's steady reassurance, maybe shots weren't so terrifying after all.

Gary's eyes widened in shock as Pikachu, who had been quietly perched on Ash's shoulder, now looked up at him with concerned eyes. Pikachu's cheeks sparked with a little static, as if preparing to defend Ash.

" Chuuuu!"

Gary smiled a little. " Thanks Pikachu."

The receptionist, who had been standing a few feet away, immediately noticed the change in Gary's expression and walked over. She had been quietly listening to the conversation, but now she moved with purpose toward the counter where Ash sat.

Gary turned his focus back to Ash, eyes ablaze.

" Ash," Gary said, his voice wavering. " Who did this?"

Ash shook his head. " It's fine. A shots a shot. I suppose a shot's supposed to hurt."

Gary stood up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest as he processed what Ash had just said. "Wait, what do you mean, 'a shot's supposed to hurt'? Ash, buddy, it doesn't have to be like that."

Ash shifted uncomfortably, still not looking directly at Gary. "It just... it always has," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Every time. They always just stick it in without asking, and it hurts. That's just how it is. It's fine."

Gary's gaze darkened as he turned toward the receptionist, who was looking down at her hands, clearly uncomfortable. "Who told him that?" Gary asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The receptionist glanced nervously between Gary and Ash before replying, "The previous doctor who saw Ash... They were very... forceful with their methods. I'm so sorry, Dr. Oak."

Gary's expression hardened as he shook his head, his fists clenching at his sides. "No. That's not how it's supposed to be. Shots don't have to hurt. This is not okay." He turned to Ash, who still looked lost in his own thoughts, trying to pull himself together. "Ash, do you hear me? It's not supposed to hurt. A shot can be quick, and it can be painless if the person giving it knows what they're doing."

Ash blinked up at Gary, unsure. "But... every time it's hurt. Even when I try to relax... they don't care."

Gary sighed deeply, his anger shifting into concern as he crouched  in front of Ash again. "I'm not mad at you, buddy. I just—" He paused, taking a deep breath. "I just want to make sure you know that it doesn't have to be like that. I don't do things like that, okay? I would never just jab you without making sure you're comfortable first."

The receptionist, who had been standing by, spoke up again. "Dr. Oak, I... I didn't know the previous doctor had done that. I'll be sure to report it immediately."

Gary gave her a tight nod, his eyes still locked on Ash. "Please do. That kind of treatment is unacceptable."

Ash, meanwhile, looked up at Gary with wide eyes, his chest tightening as a small sob escaped him. "But it still hurts, Gary," he whispered. "It always hurts."

Gary reached out to gently touch Ash's arm, his heart aching. "I know, Ash. I know." He took a moment to calm himself, kneeling down so they were eye-to-eye. "But I promise, it won't always hurt if we take our time and work together."

The receptionist stepped forward, her tone apologetic. "Ash, we'll make sure you're taken care of properly from now on. I'll talk to the doctor and make sure things are handled right."

Gary smiled faintly, grateful for her cooperation, but his focus remained on Ash. "Hey, buddy. You're not alone in this, okay? I'm here, and we're going to do this the right way. It might be uncomfortable for a second, but I'll be with you the whole time, and we're going to make sure it's not painful."

Ash looked down at his hands, still feeling the tension in his body, his mind racing. "But... I don't know if I can do it."

Gary gave him a soft, reassuring smile. "You don't have to do it alone, Ash. I'm right here. Just breathe with me, alright? In... and out... In... and out..." He gently took Ash's hand, guiding him through slow breaths.

Ash's body relaxed a little, though he still looked uncertain. Pikachu stayed close, nuzzling his friend's neck comfortingly. Ash slowly nodded, still clinging to Gary's hand. "Okay... I'll try."

Gary took a deep breath as he stood up, looking down at Ash with pride. "That's all I'm asking, buddy. We'll go slow. No more forceful shots, no more pain. You deserve better than that."

The receptionist, still standing nearby, spoke with newfound determination. "We'll make sure this doesn't happen again. I'll get the doctor to ensure everything is done right from here on out."

Gary nodded to her. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Gary turned back to Ash, and he gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You're doing great, Ash. We're gonna get through this together."

Ash nodded, feeling a little more at ease with Gary by his side. It wasn't going to be easy, but he knew he wasn't facing it alone anymore. And that made all the difference.

Gary stared at Pikachu, who gave him a sheepish look, as if apologizing for the intrusion. Ash weakly shrugged.

"Pikachu doesn't like leaving me alone when I'm scared," Ash mumbled.

Gary sighed, his expression softening. "I see. You've got quite the loyal partner there, huh?"

Pikachu gave a small "Pika!" in agreement before hopping down and curling up beside Ash under the desk.

Gary smiled briefly before returning his attention to Ash. "Now, Ashy-boy, back to you. We're going to take care of this, alright? And I promise, it's not going to hurt like the other times."

Ash nodded slightly, still trembling, his eyes locked on the capped needle in Gary's hand.

"First things first," Gary said, his voice gentle, "we're going to try relaxing again. I'll be quick, but I won't rush you. Deal?"

Ash hesitated, then gave a tiny nod.

"Good," Gary encouraged. "Now, let's do that breathing thing again. In through your nose... out through your mouth. I'll do it with you."

Gary exaggerated his breathing so Ash could follow. "In... out... in... out... There you go, buddy. You're doing great."

Ash's breathing began to slow, and some of the tension in his body eased.

"Better?" Gary asked softly.

Ash nodded, though his grip on his knees remained firm.

"Okay, now let's work on your arm," Gary said, taking Ash's arm in his hand and massaging it gently. "See? It's just me. You trust me, right?"

Ash hesitated, then muttered, "I guess."

Gary chuckled. "Gee, thanks for the overwhelming vote of confidence, Ashy-boy."

Despite himself, Ash cracked a tiny smile.

"There it is," Gary said warmly. "Alright, let's do this."

He cleaned the area on Ash's arm with the alcohol wipe, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring Ash saw every step.

"See? Just cleaning. No big deal," Gary said calmly.

Ash gave a nervous nod, his eyes darting to Pikachu, who chirped encouragingly.

"Okay, buddy, now the shot," Gary said, his tone still soothing. "Remember, keep your arm relaxed. I'll be done before you even notice."

Ash squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth chattering faintly as he tried to relax. Gary hummed softly, rubbing Ash's arm one last time before inserting the needle with practiced precision.

"All done," Gary announced a moment later, capping the needle.

Ash blinked in surprise, glancing at his arm. "Wait... that was it?"

Gary grinned. "Told you I'd be quick. Didn't hurt nearly as bad as before, did it?"

Ash shook his head, his expression stunned. "No... it didn't."

"See? That's what happens when you relax and have someone who actually knows what they're doing," Gary teased lightly, ruffling Ash's hair.

Ash chuckled, the tension in his body finally melting away.

"Thanks, Gary," Ash murmured.

"Anytime, Ashy-boy," Gary replied, helping him up. "Now let's get you out from under this desk before the receptionist thinks I'm giving all my patients shots down here."

Ash laughed softly as Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder. Gary's heart swelled with relief; his best friend was back to his usual self.

Gary exhaled heavily, placing a hand over his face for a moment. "Pikachu, you could've helped me out here, you know." He shook his head, trying to keep calm. "Alright, Ash. Let's get through this, okay?"

Ash looked nervously at the needle in Gary's hand, his body instinctively tensing up again. Pikachu nuzzled Ash's cheek, giving an encouraging "Pika-pi."

Gary placed the needle on the floor beside him for a moment and gently placed his hands on Ash's shoulders. "Ash, listen to me. No one is going to 'punch' this in, okay? Not here, not ever. I won't let that happen. I promise."

Ash blinked at him, his teeth still faintly chattering. "You mean that?"

Gary nodded firmly. "Of course I do. You trust me, don't you?"

Ash hesitated but eventually gave a small nod. "Yeah... I trust you."

Gary smiled softly. "Good. Now, let's try again. This time, I'll walk you through everything, and if you want me to stop at any point, you just tell me. Deal?"

Ash nodded again, though his grip on his knees remained tight.

Gary picked up the needle again and pulled his gloves snugly. "Alright. First, we'll clean the area. I'll count to three before I start, okay?"

Ash swallowed hard but nodded.

"One," Gary said softly as he wiped Ash's arm with the antiseptic pad, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Two," he continued, glancing up at Ash to check his expression. "Breathe in through your nose, buddy."

Ash inhaled shakily, his heart still pounding but not as erratically as before.

"Three."

With practiced ease, Gary slid the needle in and pressed the plunger. The entire process was over in seconds.

"Done," Gary announced, already pressing a cotton ball against the tiny puncture.

Ash blinked. "W-wait, that's it?"

Gary chuckled softly, taping the cotton ball in place. "That's it, Ashy-boy. See? Not so bad, huh?"

Ash blinked again, his body finally starting to relax. "It didn't even hurt that much..."

"That's because you actually relaxed your arm this time," Gary said with a grin, ruffling Ash's hair.

Ash gave a small, sheepish smile. "Thanks, Gary... And, uh, sorry for hiding under the desk."

Gary laughed softly. "No need to apologize, Ash. If anything, I should be thanking you for giving me a workout today."

Ash tilted his head. "A workout?"

Gary smirked. "Yeah, I had to squeeze under there to find you, didn't I? Next time, can you hide somewhere with a bit more legroom?"

Ash let out a small laugh, his first genuine one in hours. Pikachu, still perched on his shoulder, chimed in with a cheerful "Pika!"

Gary stood up and offered Ash a hand. "C'mon, buddy. Let's get you out of here. And maybe grab some ice cream on the way home. Sound good?"

Ash's face lit up. "Really?"

"Sure," Gary said, ruffling his hair again. "You've earned it."

As they walked out of the clinic, Pikachu still perched on Ash's shoulder, Ash couldn't help but glance up at Gary. For the first time in a long while, he felt safe—like he could face whatever came next.

Gary sighed, his heart sinking as he glanced between Pikachu and Ash. "Ashy-boy, you should've told me sooner," he murmured, his voice gentle but tinged with concern. "No wonder you've been so scared."

Ash glanced up at Gary, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "I didn't want to bother you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Gary reached out, resting a reassuring hand on Ash's shoulder. "Kid, you're my best friend. You could never bother me, especially about something like this." He gave Ash's arm another gentle squeeze. "Now, here's the deal. You can hold onto my arm, squeeze as hard as you need to, and we'll get this over with together, okay?"

Ash hesitated, his lip trembling as he nodded. "Okay..."

Gary smiled softly, brushing Ash's hair back. "Good. Let's get through this like a team."

He took a deep breath and prepared the needle, his motions calm and deliberate. "Alright, buddy. Remember, relax your arm, just like we practiced. Focus on your breathing, and Pikachu's here too, so you're not alone."

Pikachu nuzzled Ash's cheek, letting out a soft, comforting "Pika pi." Ash exhaled shakily and squeezed Gary's forearm with his free hand, his grip tight but trembling.

"Just a little pinch, Ashy-boy. That's all. Keep breathing with me—deep breath in... and out."

Ash's eyes squeezed shut as Gary quickly and expertly administered the shot. "All done," Gary announced after just a second, capping the needle and wiping the area. "See? You survived, buddy."

Ash slowly opened his eyes, his face still pale but his expression one of relief. "That... wasn't as bad as I thought."

Gary chuckled, gently ruffling Ash's hair. "Told you it wouldn't be. And hey, you were really brave."

Ash smiled weakly, leaning into Gary's shoulder. "Thanks, Gary."

Gary wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. You did great."

Gary took a deep breath, his alarm softening as Pikachu gave him an encouraging nod. His heart ached for his best friend, who had clearly been through more than he had realized. 

"Alright, Ashy-boy," Gary said softly, rubbing soothing circles on Ash's arm. "Let's take this one step at a time. First, you're safe here. I won't do anything without your say-so, okay?" 

Ash glanced up at Gary, his trembling not quite stopping but easing slightly. "You mean it?" 

"Of course, buddy," Gary reassured him. "I know you're scared, and that's okay. But I'm here, and I'm not gonna let anyone rush or hurt you." 

Ash hesitated but nodded. "Okay..." 

Gary gently took Ash's other arm and placed it in his own. "Alright, kiddo. If you feel scared, you squeeze my arm as hard as you need to. Deal?" 

Ash hesitated, then gave a weak squeeze to Gary's arm. Gary smiled, even as Ash's trembling fingers barely held on. "Good. Now let me just clean your arm, and I promise I'll go slow." 

As Gary wiped Ash's arm with an alcohol pad, Ash flinched but didn't pull away. He squeezed Gary's arm a little tighter, and Gary smiled. "You're doing great, Ashy. Just a little more, okay?" 

Gary uncapped the syringe, glancing at Ash. "Alright, buddy. Remember to relax. Just keep squeezing my arm and take those deep breaths like before." 

Ash nodded. " Hurry!"

"I know, buddy. I know," Gary said, his voice steady and calm. "But listen to me. I've got you, Ash. You're not alone. Just trust me." 

Ash took a shaky breath, closing his eyes as Gary gently inserted the needle. Ash squeezed Gary's arm tightly, his breathing uneven. Gary worked quickly, administering the shot and pulling the needle out. 

"All done, kiddo," Gary said with a smile, placing a bandage on Ash's arm. 

Ash opened one eye, then the other, blinking in disbelief. "That... That's it?" 

Gary chuckled softly, ruffling Ash's hair. "That's it, Ashy-boy. You survived." 

Ash sagged in relief, leaning against Gary. "It wasn't as bad... but only because of you." 

Gary smiled, wrapping an arm around Ash's shoulders. "Hey, I told you, you're safe with me. You did great, buddy." 

Pikachu chirped happily, hopping into Ash's lap and nuzzling him. 

Gary leaned in closer. "But Ash... I need to know. Were you really hurt by other doctors before? You can tell me." 

Ash hesitated, looking down. "They... they didn't really listen, Gary. They just wanted to get it over with. It always hurt, and I felt... scared." 

Gary's jaw tightened, but his voice remained soft. "I'm so sorry, Ash. No one should make you feel that way. But I promise, with me, it'll always be different. Okay?" 

Ash nodded slowly, his trust in Gary growing stronger. "Thanks, Gary... for everything." 

Gary smiled, pulling Ash into a gentle hug. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. Anytime."

Gary took a deep breath, the weight of Ash's words settling in his chest. He knelt there, under the desk with his best friend, trying to balance his professionalism with the overwhelming need to comfort someone so clearly terrified.

"Ash..." Gary began softly, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and guilt. "No one should've ever treated you like that."

Ash didn't respond, but Pikachu gently nudged his shoulder, as if to encourage him.

Gary reached out, placing his hand on Ash's trembling arm again, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "Listen, kiddo. I'm not them, alright? I'd never do anything to hurt you. You trust me, don't you?"

Ash hesitated, then gave the faintest nod.

"Good," Gary said, a small smile breaking through his worry. "Now here's what we're gonna do. I'll take things at your pace, okay? We're a team, Ashy-boy. I'll walk you through every step. If at any point you want to stop or take a break, you tell me. Deal?"

Ash looked up at Gary, his brown eyes still swimming with fear but touched with a flicker of hope. "...Deal."

Gary grinned, giving Ash's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Attaboy. Now, let's make this as easy as possible." He gently slid Ash's sleeve higher, examining the tense arm beneath it. "First thing's first: I need you to relax this arm."

Ash blinked at him. "I'm trying..."

Gary chuckled, then held out his free arm. "Here. Squeeze mine. Hard as you want, no judgment. I'd rather you take it out on me than on yourself, alright?"

Ash hesitated but finally gripped Gary's arm, his trembling fingers pressing into the fabric of Gary's sleeve.

"Good," Gary said, his tone encouraging. "Now keep breathing with me, buddy. In through your nose...out through your mouth. That's it. Nice and slow."

Ash's breathing started to even out, though his grip on Gary's arm remained firm.

"Alright," Gary continued, his voice steady and calm. "Next step: I'm going to clean your arm with this wipe. It might feel a little cold, but it's just to keep things clean. Nothing to be scared of."

He ripped open the packet again, glancing up at Ash to make sure he was still okay. When Ash gave a small nod, Gary gently swiped the alcohol pad across his skin.

"See? Easy peasy," Gary said with a smile. "You're doing great, Ashy-boy."

Ash managed a weak smile in return, though his hand tightened its grip on Gary's arm as the needle came into view.

Gary noticed and leaned closer, his free hand tilting Ash's chin up so their eyes met. "Hey, focus on me, alright? Not the needle. Just me."

Ash tried, his brown eyes locking onto Gary's, though the tremble in his body remained. His teeth began to chatter, and Gary could feel the tension in his grip.

"Relax your arm, Ash," Gary reminded him gently. "I promise, it'll hurt way less if you do."

"I-I can't..." Ash stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gary's heart ached at the sheer fear in his best friend's voice. "Yes, you can," he said firmly but kindly. "You're one of the bravest people I know, Ash. You've faced wild Pokémon, crazy battles, and even Team Rocket. Compared to all that, this? This is nothing."

Ash's lips twitched upward ever so slightly at Gary's encouragement, and the tension in his arm eased just enough.

"That's it," Gary said, his tone soothing. "Now just keep squeezing my arm if you need to, and remember: in through your nose, out through your mouth."

Ash nodded, his grip tightening again as Gary finally uncapped the needle.

"It's okay, Ash," Gary murmured, his voice as steady as his hands. "You're okay. Almost there. Just keep breathing."

A moment later, it was over.

Gary pulled the needle away, pressing a small piece of gauze to Ash's arm and taping it in place. "All done, buddy. You did it."

Ash blinked, his wide eyes staring at Gary in disbelief. "T-that's it?"

Gary laughed softly, ruffling Ash's hair. "That's it, Ashy-boy. Told you it wouldn't be so bad."

Ash let out a shaky laugh of his own, leaning heavily against Gary's shoulder. "Thanks, Gary..."

Gary wrapped an arm around Ash, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Anytime, buddy. You were really brave today."

Pikachu chirped in agreement, hopping onto Ash's lap and nuzzling his cheek.

Gary smiled, standing and helping Ash to his feet. "Now, how about we get out of here? Maybe grab some ice cream to celebrate?"

Ash's eyes lit up, his fear finally giving way to a genuine smile. "Yeah... I'd like that."

Gary grinned, slinging an arm around Ash's shoulders as they left the clinic together. "That's my Ashy-boy."

Gary sighed softly, setting the needle aside for a moment. He reached out and gently held Ash's hands again, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"Ash... is that really what happened before?" Gary asked gently, his voice laced with concern. "Someone just gave you a shot without explaining or making sure you were okay?"

Ash hesitated but then nodded, his face hidden in his knees again. "It hurt so much, Gary... They didn't even warn me. Just jabbed it in like I wasn't even there."

Gary felt a pang of anger toward whoever had treated his best friend like that, but he kept his voice calm and soothing. "Oh, buddy... no wonder you're scared. That's not how it's supposed to be. You deserve to feel safe, to know what's happening, and to have someone who cares."

Ash sniffled, lifting his head slightly to meet Gary's soft gaze. "You... you care, don't you?"

Gary smiled, ruffling Ash's hair gently. "Of course I do, Ashy-boy. I care a lot. That's why I'm doing this differently. You're not just some patient to me—you're my best friend."

Ash's lips trembled as he fought back more tears. "But what if it still hurts, Gary?"

Gary cupped Ash's cheek gently. "Then we'll handle it together, okay? I'll go slow, explain every step, and make sure you're as comfortable as you can be. And if it does hurt even a little, I'll be right here, holding your hand the whole time. You don't have to do this alone."

Ash hesitated but finally nodded. "O-okay... I'll try."

"That's my boy," Gary said warmly. He picked up the wipe again, gently cleaning the spot on Ash's arm. "Alright, just like we practiced. Breathe in through your nose... out through your mouth. Relax your arm. Let's count down together, yeah?"

Ash nodded shakily, his fingers gripping Gary's free hand. "O-okay... three, two, one..."

Gary gave the shot quickly and gently, his other hand steady on Ash's shoulder. Before Ash even realized it, Gary pulled the needle away, disposing of it properly. "All done, buddy."

Ash blinked in surprise, glancing at his arm. "That's it? You're done?"

Gary chuckled softly. "See? Told you I'd take care of you. It wasn't so bad, was it?"

Ash shook his head, a small smile forming on his face. "Thanks, Gary... You're the best."

Gary grinned, standing up and offering his hand to help Ash to his feet. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. Let's get you a sticker or something cool from the front desk, huh? You earned it."

Ash laughed softly, taking Gary's hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt safe.

Gary stared at Ash, the weight of the revelation sinking in. His heart clenched as he pieced everything together. He had always wondered why Ash dreaded shots more than most, but now it made sense.

"Hey..." Gary's voice softened, his usual confidence replaced with gentle concern. "Ash, I'm so sorry. That shouldn't have happened to you."

Ash shifted uncomfortably, his face still buried in his knees. He mumbled, "It's okay... It's not a big deal."

Gary shook his head, placing a reassuring hand on Ash's shoulder. "No, it is a big deal, buddy. No one should ever make you feel scared like that. Shots aren't supposed to hurt like that—or make you feel like you can't trust the person giving them."

Ash finally glanced up at Gary, his eyes glassy. "But... it's just how it's always been. I thought that's just how it is."

Gary's chest tightened at the words. "That's not how it's supposed to be, Ash. Not with me. I'll never rush you, and I'll always make sure you're okay. You trust me, right?"

Ash hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I trust you, Gary."

Gary smiled warmly, rubbing soothing circles on Ash's back. "Good. Then let me show you how it's really supposed to be—painless, quick, and with someone who cares about you."

Ash blinked at him, still hesitant but a little more at ease. "...Okay. But you're sure it won't hurt?"

Gary grinned, tapping Ash's nose lightly. "Scout's honor, kiddo. But we have to work together, alright? You have to keep relaxing that arm for me."

Ash took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll try."

Gary got back to work, rubbing Ash's arm gently. "Alright, buddy. Let's get this done so you can stop worrying. I'll go slow, and if anything feels uncomfortable, you tell me, okay?"

"Okay," Ash murmured, his body still tense but slightly more relaxed than before.

Gary continued chatting softly as he prepped the shot, keeping Ash distracted. "You know, after this, I'm thinking we should grab some ice cream. You deserve a treat for being so brave."

Ash's lips twitched into a small smile. "Can I get chocolate?"

"Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry—whatever you want, it's yours," Gary said with a wink.

As he spoke, he gently swabbed the spot on Ash's arm and readied the needle. "Okay, Ashy-boy. Look at me, not the needle."

Ash's gaze locked onto Gary's face, focusing on his warm, steady expression. "Deep breath, buddy," Gary coached. "In through your nose... and out through your mouth."

Ash obeyed, and before he knew it, Gary had already administered the shot.

"All done," Gary announced with a triumphant smile, pressing a small bandage onto the injection site.

Ash blinked in surprise. "Wait... that was it? I didn't even feel it!"

Gary chuckled, ruffling Ash's hair. "Told you it wouldn't hurt if you relaxed. You did great, Ashy-boy."

A wave of relief washed over Ash, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Thanks, Gary. For not making it scary."

Gary's smile softened, and he crouched down to meet Ash's gaze. "You're welcome, buddy. And remember, I've always got your back, okay?"

Ash nodded, his fear finally fading. "Okay."

"Now, let's go get that chocolate ice cream," Gary said, standing up and offering his hand.

Ash took it, a genuine smile on his face as he followed Gary out from under the desk. For the first time, he realized that maybe—just maybe—shots didn't have to be so scary after all.

Gary let out a slow, deep breath, fighting back the anger bubbling inside him. He reached out and gently cupped Ash's cheek, guiding his best friend to look him in the eye. "Ashy-Boy," he murmured, his voice soft but firm, "I need you to listen to me. No one—no one—should ever treat you like that. You deserve care, patience, and respect. Always."

Ash's eyes welled up, and he looked away. "It's just... they never gave me a chance to relax. It was like... I wasn't even a person to them."

Gary's hand gently squeezed Ash's shoulder. "You are a person, Ash. And you're my best friend. That means your comfort and feelings come first, okay? If something feels wrong, you tell me, and I'll make it better. Deal?"

Ash hesitated before nodding, though his trembling didn't stop. Gary gave him a warm smile and patted his arm gently. "Good. Now, we're going to do this the right way—our way."

He grabbed the wipe again and slowly disinfected Ash's upper arm. "Remember what I said about relaxing? I know it's hard, but I'll be right here with you the whole time."

Ash nodded weakly, his body still tense. Gary placed a gentle hand over Ash's free one. "Here's what we'll do: focus on me. Hold my hand if you need to. And when I say 'breathe,' we breathe together. Got it?"

Ash hesitated before slipping his hand into Gary's, gripping tightly. "Got it," he whispered.

"Alright, kiddo. On three. One..." Gary pressed the needle into Ash's arm with practiced ease. "...Two. Done."

Ash blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? That's it?!"

Gary grinned, pulling the needle away and pressing a cotton ball to the site. "That's it, buddy. All that worrying for nothing, huh?"

Ash stared at his arm, then at Gary. "I... didn't even feel it."

Gary chuckled, putting a bandage over the spot. "See? Relaxing really does make a difference." He ruffled Ash's hair affectionately. "You're braver than you think, Ashy-Boy."

Ash gave a small smile, his cheeks flushing. "Thanks, Gary."

Gary leaned back and stretched. "Anytime, kiddo. Now, how about we get out from under this desk? People are going to think we're building a fort or something."

Ash laughed, his spirits lifting for the first time that day. "Only if you promise no more needles for a while."

Gary grinned, holding out his hand to help him up. "Deal."

Gary let out a shaky breath as he pieced it together. His normally chipper demeanor faltered as the realization hit him. He looked down at Ash, who was now nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt, eyes downcast.

"...Ash," Gary said softly, his voice filled with both concern and care, "did someone hurt you before when giving you a shot?"

Ash hesitated for a moment before giving a small nod. "They didn't care if it hurt... They just...did it. Fast and rough." His voice cracked, and his hands trembled. "They didn't even tell me it was coming. I wasn't ready, Gary. I wasn't ready."

Gary clenched his jaw, anger bubbling under the surface—not at Ash, but at whoever had been so careless with him. He forced himself to stay calm for Ash's sake, lowering himself closer so they were eye level. Gently, he cupped Ash's cheek, turning his face so he could look him in the eye.

"Listen to me, Ash," Gary said firmly but kindly. "That is not how it's supposed to be. Not ever. And I swear, I'll never let that happen to you again. Do you hear me?"

Ash blinked, his wide eyes glassy with unshed tears. "...You won't?"

"Never." Gary's voice was resolute. "I'll always make sure you're okay. I'll always ask if you're ready. And if you're scared, I'll wait until you feel safe. That's a promise, buddy."

Ash sniffled, his lips quivering as he tried to hold back his emotions. "But...it still hurts sometimes."

Gary nodded, his hand never leaving Ash's. "I know, and I won't lie to you—shots can sting. But we'll do everything we can to make it hurt less, okay? It starts with you relaxing. I'll guide you through it, just like we practiced. In through your nose, out through your mouth."

Ash took a shaky breath, following Gary's lead. The tension in his shoulders began to ease, if only slightly.

Gary gave him an encouraging smile. "That's it, Ashy-boy. Keep going. We'll take this one step at a time."

He prepped the needle carefully, making sure Ash could see his every move. "See? Nothing sneaky here. Just me and you. No surprises."

Ash watched, still nervous but feeling a bit more in control. Gary cleaned the spot on Ash's arm with the alcohol wipe, his movements gentle and deliberate.

"Okay, buddy. You're doing great. Now, I'm going to count to three, alright? On three, the shot's going in. I want you to keep breathing and focus on my voice. Got it?"

Ash nodded, his fingers clenching briefly before he reminded himself to relax.

Gary smiled reassuringly. "That's my guy. Here we go. One...two...three."

The needle slid in smoothly, and Gary's steady hand ensured it was over in a matter of seconds. He pressed a cotton ball to the spot and gently massaged the area, keeping Ash focused on him.

"All done, Ashy," Gary announced softly. "See? You survived."

Ash blinked in surprise, realizing it was over. "That...wasn't as bad as I thought," he admitted, still processing.

Gary chuckled, giving Ash's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Told you. And you were brave the whole time. I'm proud of you, kiddo."

Ash managed a small smile, the fear in his chest slowly being replaced with relief. "Thanks, Gary."

"Anytime, buddy." Gary helped Ash out from under the desk, standing up and dusting himself off. "Now, how about we go grab a juice box from the fridge? On the house."

Ash nodded, following Gary out of the receptionist area. For the first time in a long time, he felt like maybe—just maybe—shots didn't have to be so scary after all.

Gary's heart clenched as he pieced together the bigger picture. He placed the wipe aside, his voice soft but firm. "Ash... you mean to tell me that in the past, someone just jabbed you without making sure you were okay?"

Ash hesitated before giving a tiny nod, avoiding Gary's gaze. "Yeah... it always felt like they didn't care if it hurt. They just wanted it done. So now I can't help but expect it to hurt."

Gary felt a surge of anger, not at Ash, but at whoever had made his best friend so fearful. He took a deep breath, pushing the frustration down. This moment was about Ash, not him.

"Listen to me, Ashy-boy," Gary said, his tone steady and comforting. "I'm never going to treat you like that. You're not just another patient to me, okay? You're my best friend, and your comfort matters. If something hurts, we'll stop and figure it out. No rushing, no forcing. Got it?"

Ash peeked up at Gary, his big brown eyes glistening with uncertainty. "Promise?"

Gary smiled gently, holding up his pinky. "Promise, buddy."

Ash hesitated, then linked his pinky with Gary's, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. "Okay... I trust you."

Gary gave a reassuring nod and picked up the wipe again. "Alright, Ash, we're going to take it slow. First, I'll clean your arm. You'll feel it's cold, but that's all, okay?"

Ash nodded, watching Gary closely. Gary worked with precision, keeping his movements slow and deliberate as he rubbed the wipe over Ash's arm. "How's that, kiddo?"

"It's... okay," Ash mumbled, his voice trembling slightly.

"Good," Gary said, giving Ash an encouraging smile. "Now, remember what we talked about? Relax your arm. I'll help you if you forget. I'll count to three, and we'll be done before you know it."

Ash sucked in a shaky breath. "Okay... I'll try."

Gary nodded, positioning the needle. "You're doing great, Ash. Just keep breathing. Ready? One... two... three."

Ash flinched slightly but was surprised to realize it wasn't as bad as he expected. Gary was quick and steady, pulling the needle out before Ash even registered the full sensation.

"And... all done!" Gary announced with a warm grin, placing a bandage on Ash's arm. "See? Not so bad, huh?"

Ash blinked, looking at his arm in disbelief. "That... didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

"That's because you relaxed, kiddo. And because I'm just that good," Gary teased, ruffling Ash's hair.

Ash cracked a small smile, leaning into Gary's side. "Thanks, Gary."

"Anytime, Ashy-boy," Gary said, wrapping an arm around him. "And remember, no matter what, I've got your back."