The examination room was small and quiet, save for the occasional rustling of paper as Gary prepared the syringes. Ash sat on the exam table, his legs swinging nervously over the edge, his fingers gripping the edge of his shorts. He was trying to be brave—he really was—but his stomach twisted in knots as he eyed the tray on the counter.

Three shots. Three.

His breath hitched. "G-Gary… do I really need them?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gary turned from the counter, already rolling up the sleeves of his lab coat. His sharp, calculating eyes softened the moment they landed on Ash’s nervous expression. He offered a small, reassuring smile as he knelt down beside the table. "Yeah, buddy, you do. But it’s gonna be quick, I promise."

Ash fidgeted, his fingers curling into fists in his lap. "But three? That’s a lot!"

Gary chuckled lightly, placing a hand on Ash’s knee. "I know, I know. But look at it this way—after this, you won’t need another for a long time. And I’ll be right here the whole time."

Ash swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. He was already gripping his jeans so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. "Are they gonna hurt?"

Gary hesitated for just a second before answering, his voice gentle. "You’ll feel them, kiddo. But I’ll make sure they don’t hurt more than they have to, okay?"

Ash’s shoulders slumped, and he gave a reluctant nod. "O-Okay…"

Gary gave his knee a light squeeze. "Atta boy. Let’s start with your right leg, yeah?"

Ash tensed but didn’t argue as Gary carefully rolled up his jeans to just above his knee. His fingers were warm and steady, and his touch was careful, like he was handling something fragile.

"Alright, Ashy-Boy, I’m gonna tilt your leg a little to the side," Gary explained as he gently guided Ash’s leg into position. "Here, okay? It won’t hurt as much here. Promise."

Ash bit his lip, his whole body stiffening as he felt the cold alcohol wipe swipe against his skin. He sucked in a breath, gripping his jeans tighter.

Gary glanced up, watching Ash’s face carefully. "Hey, buddy. Look at me."

Ash shook his head quickly. "Nuh-uh. If I look, I’ll see it!"

Gary smirked. "Then don’t look. Look at me instead. Or, better yet, talk to me. What’s Pikachu’s favorite snack?"

Ash hesitated, his mind struggling to shift focus. "Uhm… ketchup?"

"Yep. Now, what’s your favorite?"

Ash barely had time to answer before he felt the sharp prick of the needle sinking into his leg. He flinched hard, his breath catching in his throat. "Ow!"

Gary’s grip on his leg stayed firm but gentle. "Almost done, buddy. You’re doing great."

Ash’s fingers dug into his jeans as he exhaled shakily. His leg stung, and the sensation of the medicine going in burned a little, but Gary was quick, just like he promised. Within seconds, the needle was out, and Gary was pressing a small cotton ball to the spot.

"First one down," Gary announced, placing a bandage over the injection site. "You okay, kid?"

Ash nodded, but his eyes were glossy, and his breathing was uneven. "It… it wasn’t too bad…"

Gary ruffled his hair. "Told ya. Now, two more, okay?"

Ash swallowed hard. "Okay…"

Gary shifted down to Ash’s foot, rolling the fabric up just enough to expose the side of his ankle. "Same deal, buddy. Here’s a good spot—it won’t be as bad here either."

Ash clenched his fists again, bracing himself as Gary cleaned the area with another cold alcohol wipe. "Can we talk again?" he asked quickly, his voice small.

Gary smiled. "Sure, kiddo. Lemme think… Oh! What’s the best Pokémon battle you’ve ever had?"

Ash’s eyes lit up, distracted just enough. "Ooh! That one time I battled Korrina—OW!"

The second shot went in, and Ash jerked in surprise. His foot twitched involuntarily, and Gary had to steady him with his free hand.

"Easy, buddy. You’re alright," Gary murmured as he slowly pressed the plunger down.

Ash whimpered, his toes curling. "I can feel it!"

"I know, I know," Gary soothed. "Almost done, Ash. Just hang on for me."

A few seconds later, the needle was out, and Gary pressed another cotton ball against the spot. "That’s two down," he said, giving Ash’s leg a light pat.

Ash sniffled, blinking rapidly. His face was flushed, and his breathing was still uneven. "I don’t like this…"

Gary’s expression softened as he wiped away a stray tear from Ash’s cheek. "I know, kiddo. But you’re doing really good. One more, okay?"

Ash nodded weakly, his whole body trembling.

Gary moved to his other foot, rolling up the jeans just as before. He made sure to work quickly, sensing that Ash was reaching his limit. "Alright, last one, buddy. Deep breath for me."

Ash sucked in a shaky breath, his entire body rigid.

"Ready?"

"No…"

Gary gave him a small, reassuring smile. "I’ll be quick, promise."

The alcohol wipe was cold again, and before Ash could even process it, the third needle pricked his skin.

He gasped sharply, his hands flying to grip the table. "Owwww!"

Gary didn’t stop, pushing through as swiftly as possible. "Almost there, Ashy. Keep breathing."

Ash squeezed his eyes shut, his whole foot twitching as the medicine burned. "G-Gary!"

"I got you, buddy. I got you."

Finally, the needle was out, and Gary pressed the final cotton ball against his foot. "And done."

Ash let out a shaky breath, his whole body slumping in exhaustion. His legs still stung, and his face was damp with silent tears, but… it was over.

Gary gently bandaged the last spot before rubbing Ash’s ankle soothingly. "Hey, you okay, kiddo?"

Ash sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. "Mhm…"

Gary grinned and playfully ruffled his hair. "Told you you’d be fine, Ashy-Boy."

Ash gave a small, tired smile. "You lied—it hurt."

Gary laughed. "Okay, maybe a little."

Ash pouted. "A lot."

Gary smirked. "Alright, alright, a lot. But you survived, right?"

Ash nodded, sniffling.

Gary squeezed his knee. "Good. Now, how about some ice cream? My treat."

Ash’s face immediately brightened. "Really?"

"Really, buddy."

Ash wiped his eyes one last time before grinning. "Okay!"

Gary chuckled, standing up and offering his hand. "Come on, kiddo. Let’s get out of here."

As Ash hopped off the table, his legs still a little sore, he grabbed onto Gary’s arm for balance. Gary just laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulder as they walked out of the room together.

"See? You’re braver than you think, Ashy-Boy."

The examination room was small, quiet, and far too sterile for Ash’s liking. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, and the soft hum of an overhead light only made the place feel colder. He sat on the cushioned exam table, his legs dangling over the edge, fingers clutching the hem of his jacket. His stomach twisted uncomfortably as he watched Gary rummage through the cabinet, pulling out supplies.

Ash knew what was coming.

He swallowed hard, his heartbeat already picking up. “G-Gary?” he muttered, his voice small.

Gary turned around, a tray in his hands. “Yeah, buddy?” His voice was calm, casual, but Ash didn’t miss the way his sharp eyes flickered over him, noticing the way he fidgeted.

Ash shifted in place, his legs swinging slightly. “Uh… do I really need the shots?” His fingers tightened on his jacket.

Gary sighed, placing the tray on the counter before leaning against it, arms crossed. “Kiddo, you know the answer to that.” His voice was gentle, but firm.

Ash’s shoulders hunched. “Yeah… but do I really really need them?” He tried giving Gary his best pleading look, big brown eyes wide with desperation.

Gary, to his credit, almost wavered. Almost.

“Ashy-Boy,” he said, stepping forward, “I know you don’t like this. But I promise you, I’ll make it as easy as possible.” He placed a hand on Ash’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Three quick ones, and then we’re done.”

Ash stiffened. “Three?!” His voice cracked slightly, and he shrank back.

Gary winced. “Yeah, buddy. Two in one leg, one in the other.”

Ash shook his head furiously, scooting back on the exam table. “N-No way! I thought it was just one! You’re kidding, right?! Gary, tell me you’re kidding!”

Gary let out a slow breath. “Ash, I wouldn’t lie to you about this.”

Ash’s breathing was already quickening, and he wrapped his arms around himself. “B-But three?” he whispered, voice shaky. “That’s… that’s a lot…”

Gary could see the panic starting to settle in. He sat down on the stool next to the table, resting his arms on his knees so he was eye level with Ash. “Hey, look at me, kid.” His voice was softer now, soothing.

Ash hesitated before glancing at him.

Gary smiled a little. “I know it sounds bad, but I’ll be quick. And I’ll talk to you the whole time, okay? You won’t even have time to think about it.”

Ash bit his lip. “But I’ll feel it.”

Gary sighed, reaching out to ruffle Ash’s hair. “Yeah, buddy, you will. But only for a second.” He gave Ash’s shoulder another reassuring squeeze. “And you’re tougher than you think.”

Ash sniffled, shifting uncomfortably. He still looked unsure, but Gary could tell he was trying to be brave.

Gary patted his leg. “Alright, kiddo. Let’s get this over with.”

Ash took a deep breath, nodding hesitantly.

Gary grabbed the alcohol wipe and the first syringe, then knelt down in front of Ash. “Okay, first one’s gonna be here.” He reached for Ash’s right leg, lifting the fabric of his jeans up to his knee. His hands were steady, but gentle.

Ash shivered slightly at the cold air hitting his skin. “D-Does it have to be there?” he mumbled.

Gary nodded, tilting Ash’s leg slightly to the side. “Yup. It won’t hurt as much here. Promise.”

Ash swallowed hard, watching anxiously as Gary unwrapped the alcohol wipe. The coldness against his skin made him flinch, but he didn’t pull away.

Gary looked up. “You doing okay, buddy?”

Ash nodded stiffly, though his hands were gripping the edge of the table tightly.

Gary gave him an encouraging smile. “Good job, kiddo. Just a little pinch now.” He picked up the syringe, holding it carefully. “Ready?”

Ash hesitated, then squeezed his eyes shut. “J-Just do it.”

Gary didn’t waste a second. With practiced ease, he slid the needle in.

Ash gasped, his body jerking slightly. “Ah—!” His leg twitched, but Gary’s firm grip kept it steady.

“Almost done, bud,” Gary assured, pressing the plunger down. A second later, he pulled the needle out and rubbed the spot gently with a cotton ball before applying a small bandage.

Ash’s breathing was shaky. “That… that one stung,” he muttered, voice small.

Gary ruffled his hair. “I know, kiddo. You did great.” He reached for the second syringe. “Two more. Think you can handle it?”

Ash’s breath hitched, but he nodded weakly. “I-I guess…”

Gary smiled. “That’s my Ashy-Boy.”

He prepped the second shot, once again tilting Ash’s leg to the side. “Alright, same spot, different place. You ready?”

Ash clenched his fists but didn’t pull away. “Y-Yeah…”

Gary gave him a reassuring nod. “Alright. Deep breath, buddy.”

Ash inhaled shakily just as Gary slid the needle in.

“Gah—!” Ash winced, his leg twitching again. His hands gripped the table so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Gary worked quickly, pressing the plunger before pulling the needle out. “And done.” He pressed another cotton ball to the spot before smoothing down another bandage.

Ash let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly. “O-Okay…” he whispered. “That was two…”

Gary squeezed his shoulder. “That was two. Just one more, kid.”

Ash hesitated. “Do I have to?”

Gary gave him a knowing look. “Kiddo.”

Ash huffed, looking away. “…Fine.”

Gary chuckled, moving to Ash’s left leg. He lifted the jeans just as before, giving Ash a moment to brace himself. “Alright, last one, bud. Then we’re done.”

Ash nodded weakly, his body tensing.

“Same thing, deep breath,” Gary instructed.

Ash inhaled sharply just as the needle slid in.

“Oww—” Ash hissed, his leg jerking involuntarily. “That one hurt more!”

Gary pressed the plunger quickly, then pulled the needle out, applying the last bandage. “I know, buddy. But it’s over.”

Ash shivered, his breathing uneven. “It stung…”

Gary rubbed his back gently. “I know, kiddo. You did awesome.” He smiled, ruffling Ash’s hair. “I’m proud of you.”

Ash sniffled, looking up at him. “…Really?”

Gary grinned. “Really.”

Ash hesitated, then leaned into him slightly. “…Thanks, Gary.”

Gary wrapped an arm around him, squeezing his shoulder. “Anytime, Ashy-Boy. Now, how about we get outta here and get you a treat? You earned it.”

Ash perked up slightly. “Ice cream?”

Gary laughed. “You bet.”

And just like that, the worst was over.

The exam room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock and the soft rustling of paper as Gary flipped through Ash’s chart. Ash sat on the padded exam table, his feet dangling just above the floor. His hands were gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His big brown eyes darted nervously to Gary, then to the small metal tray beside him—where three syringes sat neatly in a row.

Ash swallowed hard. He already knew what was coming.

Gary sighed, snapping the chart closed and giving Ash a sympathetic look. “Alright, kiddo. We gotta do this,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Three shots, then you’re done.”

Ash’s shoulders hunched. He looked away, his face scrunching up in discomfort. “Three?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gary nodded, rolling up the sleeves of his lab coat. “Two in one leg, one in the other,” he confirmed, pulling on a pair of gloves with a soft snap. “I know it’s not fun, Ash, but it’s gotta be done.”

Ash shook his head quickly, scooting back on the table as if putting more space between himself and the inevitable would help. “Can’t—can’t we do it later?” he tried, his voice laced with desperation. “Like… way later?”

Gary exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. “Ash,” he said, tilting his head. “Would I ever lie to you?”

Ash hesitated, then shook his head again, but slower this time. “No…”

“Exactly,” Gary said, stepping forward and placing a steadying hand on Ash’s shoulder. “I promise, kid, I’ll make it as easy as possible. You trust me, right?”

Ash bit his lip, shifting anxiously. His fingers twitched against the exam table’s paper liner, making it crinkle. After a long pause, he nodded reluctantly. “Y-Yeah…”

Gary gave a reassuring smile. “That’s my Ashy-boy.”

Ash groaned at the nickname but didn’t protest further as Gary gently grasped his left leg, guiding it forward.

“Alright, buddy, first one’s going here,” Gary murmured as he rolled up the leg of Ash’s jeans to his knee. He turned Ash’s leg slightly to the side and patted the side of his calf. “Right here, okay? It won’t hurt as much here. Promise.”

Ash shuddered, his toes curling inside his sneakers. “I… I dunno, Gary…”

“Shhh, you got this, kiddo,” Gary soothed, rubbing a cool alcohol swab over the spot. “Deep breath in… and out…”

Ash sucked in a shaky breath as Gary positioned the first syringe.

“Okay, here we go. Just a little pinch…”

The sharp sting hit instantly. Ash’s breath hitched, his fingers gripping the table as his leg twitched involuntarily.

“Easy, easy,” Gary murmured, pressing a cotton ball over the spot as he withdrew the needle. “One down, two to go.”

Ash exhaled shakily, his hands still trembling slightly. His calf still stung, and knowing there were two more coming wasn’t helping.

Gary moved to the second syringe. “Same leg, but lower, alright?”

Ash whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. “Why can’t we just do one?”

“Because then we’d have to do the others later, and I know you don’t wanna go through this twice,” Gary reasoned, cleaning another spot just above Ash’s ankle. “You’re doing great, buddy.”

Ash nodded stiffly, bracing himself. The second shot came just as sharp as the first, and he let out a tiny whimper, his leg tensing under Gary’s hold.

“Shhh, I gotcha,” Gary whispered, smoothing his hand over Ash’s leg before pressing another cotton ball to the fresh injection site. “That’s two. Just one more, Ashy-boy.”

Ash sniffled, his hands gripping the edge of the table again. He barely noticed Gary shifting to his other leg, rolling up his jeans just like before.

“Okay, last one,” Gary said softly. “You’re being real brave, kid.”

But Ash had reached his limit. His breath hitched as he felt the alcohol swab glide over his skin again, and before he could stop himself, his hand shot out—grabbing onto Gary’s sleeve in a vice grip.

Gary blinked in surprise, glancing down at the small fingers clenched around the fabric of his coat.

“Oh, buddy…” Gary’s voice was even softer now, his free hand moving to rub Ash’s shoulder reassuringly. “I know this is tough, but I’m right here, okay? Just hold on tight.”

Ash gave a tiny nod, his grip never loosening.

“Alright, deep breath again. In… and out…”

Ash obeyed shakily.

Pinch.

The last shot burned worse than the others, and Ash squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on Gary’s sleeve tightening. A tiny gasp left his lips as the needle withdrew.

And then it was over.

Gary quickly pressed a cotton ball to the site and gave Ash’s knee a gentle pat. “All done, kiddo. You did it.”

Ash slumped forward slightly, still clutching Gary’s sleeve, his breath coming in soft, uneven puffs.

Gary chuckled, ruffling Ash’s messy hair. “You okay, buddy?”

Ash nodded tiredly but didn’t let go of his sleeve just yet.

Gary let him hold on a little longer. “You were real brave, Ash. I’m proud of you.”

Ash sniffled again and finally let go, rubbing at his eyes. “That sucked…” he muttered.

Gary laughed. “Yeah, I know, kid. But you handled it like a champ.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small lollipop, waving it in front of Ash’s face. “Think you earned this.”

Ash hesitated for half a second before snatching it with a small huff. “Thanks,” he mumbled, popping it into his mouth.

Gary smirked. “Anytime, Ashy-boy.”

The exam room was small and sterile, the scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. The overhead light cast a soft glow over the space, but to Ash, it felt harsh, too bright, too revealing. He sat on the exam table, legs swinging anxiously, hands gripping the edge so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.

Gary, standing by the counter, was busy preparing the syringes, his movements quick and efficient. He glanced over his shoulder and shot Ash a reassuring smile. “Alright, Ashy-boy, almost ready.”

Ash swallowed hard. His stomach churned at the sight of the needles. “G-Gary… do I really need those?”

Gary turned fully to face him, holding one of the syringes carefully between his fingers. “Yeah, bud. You do.” His tone was gentle, but firm, the kind that left no room for argument. “It’s just a couple of shots, and then you’re done.”

Ash’s shoulders tensed, his grip on the table tightening. “But they’re gonna hurt,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Gary sighed, setting the syringe down for a moment before walking over. He crouched slightly so he was at Ash’s eye level. “Hey,” he said softly. “Look at me.”

Ash hesitated but eventually lifted his gaze.

Gary gave him a small smile. “I know you’re scared, kiddo. But I’m right here. And I promise I’ll make it as easy as I can, okay?”

Ash bit his lip. “But I’ll feel it…”

“Yeah,” Gary admitted, not sugarcoating it. “But only for a second. And you’ve been through way worse, haven’t you?”

Ash hesitated, then gave a reluctant nod.

“There’s my tough guy,” Gary said, ruffling Ash’s messy hair before straightening up. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Ash let out a shaky breath as Gary walked back to the counter, grabbing one of the syringes. He turned back and patted the table beside Ash. “Leg up for me, bud.”

Ash hesitated but slowly swung his right leg up, resting it on the table.

Gary rolled up Ash’s jeans until they were just above his knee, then carefully tilted his leg slightly to the side. His fingers were warm as they pressed against Ash’s skin, steady and sure. “Here,” he murmured, tapping a spot on the side of Ash’s calf. “Okay? It won’t hurt as much here. Promise.”

Ash swallowed again, his breath coming out shaky. “P-Promise?”

Gary met his eyes. “Promise, Ashy.”

Ash’s fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, bracing himself.

Gary gave his leg a gentle squeeze before picking up the syringe. “Alright, buddy. Little pinch.”

Ash barely had time to process those words before he felt the sharp sting of the needle piercing his skin. His breath hitched, his whole body tensing as he bit down on a whimper. Gary worked quickly, pressing down on the plunger, the liquid burning slightly as it entered his muscle.

“Ack—!” Ash squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clutching the edge of the table like a lifeline.

“Almost done,” Gary reassured, his voice steady. A second later, he pulled the needle out and pressed a cotton ball against the injection site. “First one’s over, kiddo. You’re doing great.”

Ash let out a shaky breath, his leg still stiff beneath Gary’s hand.

Gary gave him a moment, then reached for the second syringe. “Alright, one more on this leg, okay?”

Ash’s fingers twitched. “D-Do we have to?”

Gary offered a sympathetic smile. “’Fraid so, bud.” He gently tapped Ash’s leg again. “Same spot, just a little higher up.”

Ash sucked in a breath, clenching his fists. “O-Okay…”

Gary didn’t waste time. Another sharp sting, another rush of burning liquid, another whimper from Ash. His free leg jerked slightly, but Gary kept a firm, steady hand on his knee.

“Hey, you’re doing awesome, Ash,” Gary murmured, quickly pulling the needle out and pressing another cotton ball to the spot. “Just one more and you’re done, okay?”

Ash was already breathing heavily, his heart hammering in his chest. His leg ached where the shots had gone in, and now he had one more left.

Gary set the used syringes aside and moved over to Ash’s left leg. “Alright, kiddo. Other side.”

Ash hesitated, his body trembling slightly. Gary noticed. He placed a warm hand over Ash’s knee, squeezing gently. “You’re okay,” he said. “You’ve already done two. Just one more, and then it’s over. I gotcha, alright?”

Ash nodded weakly, lifting his other leg onto the table. Gary rolled up the denim, exposing the pale skin underneath. He tilted the leg slightly, finding the right spot. “Same deal, bud,” he said. “Quick and easy.”

Ash bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut as he felt the needle prick his skin.

This one hurt more.

A strangled whimper escaped his throat as Gary pressed the plunger down.

“I know, buddy, I know,” Gary murmured, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on Ash’s shin. “Almost there. Just a second more.”

Ash’s fingers dug into his jeans, his breathing uneven.

And then, finally—

“All done,” Gary announced, pulling the needle out and pressing the last cotton ball against the injection site.

Ash let out a shaky breath, his whole body sagging. “O-Ow…”

Gary chuckled softly. “Yeah, I know, bud.” He secured the cotton ball with a small bandage before giving Ash’s leg a final pat. “But you did awesome.”

Ash blinked up at him, his expression still a mix of exhaustion and lingering fear. “R-Really?”

“Really,” Gary confirmed, ruffling Ash’s hair again. “You sat through three whole shots like a champ. Super proud of you, Ashy-boy.”

Ash ducked his head slightly, his cheeks tinged pink. “D-Didn’t feel like a champ…” he mumbled.

Gary grinned. “Hey, being brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared. It means you did it anyway.” He booped Ash’s nose, making the younger boy scrunch up his face. “And you did.”

Ash hesitated, then—hesitantly—smiled. “…Thanks, Gary.”

Gary smirked. “Anytime, kiddo.”

He stood, stretching his arms. “Alright, how about we get you some ice cream as a reward? You earned it.”

Ash perked up slightly. “Really?”

Gary laughed. “Duh. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t?”

Ash hopped off the table, his legs still a little sore but his heart feeling much lighter.

Gary slung an arm over his shoulders, leading him out of the exam room. “C’mon, let’s go before I change my mind.”

Ash grinned. “You wouldn’t.”

Gary smirked. “Try me, Ashy-boy.”

And with that, the two of them disappeared down the hall, leaving the dreaded shots behind.

The small, sterile exam room was unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of the machines in the background. The door to the room creaked open, and Gary stepped in, holding a small medical tray with three syringes laid out neatly on it. His steps were light, but his eyes were serious.

“Ashy-boy?” Gary called softly, looking over to where Ash was sitting on the edge of the examination table. The boy was fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve, his eyes cast downward, avoiding Gary’s gaze.

Gary sighed softly, approaching Ash with a look of understanding. He knew how much Ash hated shots, but he had to get this done. It wasn’t anything major, just a routine set of vaccinations, but to Ash, it felt like a huge mountain to climb.

Ash looked up at him with wide, apprehensive eyes. “You’re really gonna do it, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice small and trembly.

Gary smiled softly, ruffling Ash's hair. "Yeah, kiddo. But I’ll make it as quick as possible. Promise it won’t hurt as much as you’re thinking."

Ash’s hands clenched into fists in his lap, his whole body visibly tense. He was clearly scared. Gary could see the way his legs were slightly shaking, the way his breath came out in shallow, nervous bursts.

"Hey," Gary said softly, kneeling down in front of Ash and looking up into his eyes. "Listen, I’m gonna take care of you. We’re a team, right? You just gotta trust me, buddy."

Ash nodded slowly, but his face remained uncertain, the anxiety clear in his wide eyes. Gary could feel the boy’s nervousness radiating from him, but he had to do this.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Gary said, his voice soothing but firm. “I’m gonna give you three shots. Two on one foot and one on the other. It’ll be over before you know it. And I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

Ash swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I don’t want to…”

Gary sighed, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “I know, buddy. But you’re strong, and you can do this. You’ve got this, Ash.”

Still trembling, Ash nodded, his eyes drifting toward the tray of syringes. The sight of them seemed to send a fresh wave of fear through him.

“Okay, kiddo,” Gary said, standing up and taking the first syringe. “We’re gonna start with this one on your left foot. Ready?”

Ash nodded hesitantly, his face pale and his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

“Here,” Gary said gently, lifting Ash’s left foot up onto the table. He carefully rolled up Ash’s pant leg to just below the knee, the fabric of his jeans folding against his skin. Gary tilted the boy’s leg slightly to the side, positioning it so that the muscle would be as relaxed as possible. He could feel Ash’s body trembling beneath his touch, but Gary didn’t let it shake him. He needed to stay calm for both of them.

“This won’t hurt as much here,” Gary explained, his voice low and comforting. “I promise. Just take a deep breath, alright?”

Ash let out a small, shaky breath, his foot twitching as if to pull away, but he didn’t move.

Gary gave him a small, encouraging smile, then gently pressed the syringe into the tender flesh of Ash’s foot. He felt Ash flinch slightly, his body going stiff, but Gary quickly pushed the plunger down, injecting the medicine with a soft, precise motion.

“There,” Gary said, pulling the syringe out quickly, “one down.”

Ash was trembling now, his hand clutching the edge of the table as he fought to keep himself together. His eyes were wide with shock as he looked down at his foot.

“That… that wasn’t so bad,” Ash admitted, though his voice was small and uncertain.

Gary nodded, his expression softening. “I told you, buddy. You’re tougher than you think.”

Ash gave a weak smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. But the relief from the first shot didn’t last long. Gary quickly grabbed the second syringe and held it up for Ash to see.

“Ready for the next one?” Gary asked gently.

Ash’s gaze immediately dropped, his eyes drifting to the syringe in Gary’s hand. “I—I don’t want to do it,” Ash mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can’t we just… skip it?”

Gary’s expression softened, but his voice was firm. “Ash, I know you don’t want to do this. I know you’re scared. But we’ve got two more, and they’ll be over before you know it. You can do this.”

Ash’s eyes welled with tears as he stared at Gary, his lip trembling. “Please, Gary… I don’t want to. It hurts…”

Gary sighed, stepping closer and kneeling beside Ash again. “I know, kiddo. It’s tough, but it’s only for a second, okay? A second of pain, and then it’s all done. You’ll be alright.”

With that, Gary gently lifted Ash’s right foot, rolling up the pant leg and positioning it as he had with the first shot. Ash’s body was shaking now, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to calm himself.

“Alright, Ash,” Gary said softly, “I’m gonna do this one a little quicker, okay? Just try to relax your foot. You’re doing great.”

Ash’s foot trembled under Gary’s grip, but the boy’s body was stiff with fear. Gary could feel how tense he was, and he could hear the uneven breaths escaping his lips.

Gary looked into Ash’s eyes, giving him a small, reassuring smile before inserting the second syringe into the muscle of Ash’s foot.

Ash gasped sharply, his body jerking slightly at the pinch, and Gary quickly pushed the medicine in, his hand steady but gentle. When the syringe was out, Gary immediately reached for Ash’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“You did it, buddy,” Gary said softly, his voice calm. “One more, alright?”

Ash nodded, but his face was still a mask of fear and pain. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and Gary could see the silent struggle within him. But despite everything, Ash was holding it together.

“Alright, just one more, Ash,” Gary said, standing and grabbing the last syringe. “You ready?”

Ash’s breath hitched in his throat. His small body quivered, and he looked at Gary, his eyes full of a desperate, unspoken plea. But he didn’t say anything.

Gary knelt down beside Ash again, gently taking his leg in his hands. This time, he positioned the syringe just above the boy’s other foot, his hand soft but firm. “You’re almost done, kiddo,” Gary reassured him. “This is the last one.”

Ash’s body shook harder now, but he nodded, as if to say, I’m ready, even if I’m not ready.

Gary injected the final shot into Ash’s foot, and Ash gasped loudly, his body jerking with the force of the sting.

“There we go,” Gary murmured, pulling the syringe out quickly. He wrapped an arm around Ash’s shoulders, pulling him into a gentle embrace as the boy’s trembling continued, his face still pale and his eyes damp.

“It’s over, buddy,” Gary said softly, rubbing Ash’s back. “You did amazing. All three shots are done.”

Ash wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, but the tears didn’t stop coming. He sniffled, his breath shaky, but he finally looked up at Gary, his eyes filled with gratitude.

“Thanks, Gary,” Ash whispered, his voice cracking. “I was so scared.”

Gary smiled softly, his eyes warm. “Hey, you got through it. That’s all that matters. You’re a champ, Ashy-boy.”

Ash sniffled again, his body finally relaxing into Gary’s comforting embrace. “I’ll be okay now… right?”

Gary squeezed him gently. “Of course you will, buddy. You’ll always be okay. And I’m always here for you.”

Ash nodded, still trembling, but the fear had started to fade. The worst was over, and now, they could move on. Together.

It was a sunny afternoon when Ash and Gary found themselves in the clinic room, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound besides Ash’s rapid breathing. Gary had been preparing for this moment for weeks, knowing that Ash needed some shots for his health but dreading how the boy would react.

“Okay, buddy,” Gary said, his voice calm but laced with concern. “I know you’re nervous, but we’ve got this, alright? Just like we’ve handled everything else.”

Ash, sitting on the examination table with his legs swinging nervously, glanced up at Gary with wide, anxious eyes. His hands were fidgeting, his fingers twitching in anticipation. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole situation. The idea of needles scared him more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t know if I can do it, Gary…” Ash whispered, his voice trembling.

Gary sighed and crouched down beside the table, his face softening with empathy. He placed a gentle hand on Ash’s shoulder. “You’ve done a lot of hard things already, Ash. You can do this too. Just trust me, alright?”

Ash hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly, his heart pounding in his chest. The fear still lingered, but he trusted Gary more than anyone. After all, Gary had been there for him through thick and thin.

Gary straightened up and grabbed the first syringe, his hands steady despite the tension in the room. He opened the alcohol wipe and gently swabbed Ash’s left foot. “Okay, kiddo. This one will be quick. You’re gonna feel a little pinch, but it’s nothing you can’t handle, alright?”

Ash squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, gripping the edge of the table tightly. His breath hitched as Gary carefully positioned the needle near the top of his foot. “Here we go, buddy. Ready?”

“Not really…” Ash muttered, barely audible.

Gary’s expression softened with a gentle smile. “I know. But you’re doing great. Ready? One, two, three…”

The needle slid into Ash’s foot, and Ash gasped, his body tensing at the sharp sting. He could feel the pressure, the cold sensation, and then the burn as the medication was injected. It wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever felt, but it was still a lot to handle. His leg twitched involuntarily, but Gary kept his hand steady, making sure the needle was properly inserted.

“There you go, Ash. You did it. It’s over.” Gary's voice was soft, but there was an underlying pride in it.

Ash exhaled shakily, blinking away tears that threatened to spill. “That wasn’t so bad...right?”

Gary chuckled quietly, ruffling Ash’s hair. “Nope, not bad at all. But we’ve still got two more. How’s that foot feel?”

“Kind of sore,” Ash admitted, his voice quiet as he looked down at his foot.

Gary’s smile didn’t waver. “Alright, we’re almost done. Let’s get the second one out of the way, and then we’ll focus on making sure you’re alright.”

He took another syringe, this one filled with the same medication, and gently lifted Ash’s other foot onto his lap. Ash’s eyes widened a little, unsure of how much more he could take, but he trusted Gary completely. He just nodded and let Gary do his thing.

“Okay, Ash. Same thing, just like before,” Gary said, his hands calm as he swabbed the other foot. “It’s just another pinch. You’re tough.”

Ash swallowed hard, his stomach churning. His whole body stiffened as Gary positioned the needle on the top of his foot. “You’re gonna feel this one too. But then we’re done with this foot,” Gary added, hoping his voice would reassure Ash.

Ash squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip. He didn’t want to cry, but the fear was starting to overpower him. “Gary... I’m scared,” he whispered.

Gary gently placed a hand on his knee. “I know, Ash. But you’re doing great. Trust me, you’ll be fine. Ready?”

Ash nodded, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as Gary pressed the needle into his foot. The sensation was even worse than the first one. Ash’s whole body tensed, and he gasped in pain, the sting radiating through his foot. He bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out, but the tears still welled up in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, buddy. You’re almost there, okay? Just one more,” Gary said softly, pulling the needle out and immediately wiping the small drop of blood away.

Ash’s foot throbbed, but he didn’t pull it away. He just nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. “It hurts... it really hurts…”

“I know,” Gary replied, his voice filled with sympathy. “But we’ve just got one more. And then you’ll be free of these shots. You’ll be okay. Promise.”

Gary prepared the final syringe and lifted Ash’s leg, tilting it to the side gently so he could insert the needle in his leg this time. “Okay, here we go. This one’s going in your leg, right on the side. It’ll hurt a little more than the foot, but you’ve been so brave so far. You ready?”

Ash whimpered, the dread building inside him again. “No, Gary... I don’t know if I can do this…”

“You can,” Gary reassured him, gently lifting Ash’s jeans up to his knee. “We’re almost done, Ashy. You’re doing great.”

Ash’s heart was racing again, the anticipation making him shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away, trying to block everything out. Gary didn’t rush. He took his time, knowing how important it was to make sure Ash was calm.

“Here we go, buddy,” Gary said as he gently tilted Ash’s leg to the side, readying the needle. “I’m going to do it right here, okay? It won’t hurt as much, I promise.”

Ash flinched as the needle pierced his skin. The sharp sting shot up his leg, and Ash gasped, his body trembling under the sensation. The burn of the medication made his eyes water even more, and he clenched his fists, trying not to cry.

“Almost done, Ashy,” Gary said soothingly, his hand rubbing gently over Ash’s thigh to comfort him. He slowly removed the needle and pressed a clean cotton ball to the spot. “All done, kiddo.”

Ash was shaking, his breathing still uneven as he looked up at Gary with teary eyes. “It hurt, Gary... It really hurt…”

Gary gave him a small smile and leaned in to give him a quick hug. “I know, Ash. But look at you—you got through it. You’re a champ. How’s the leg?”

Ash sniffled, wiping his face with his sleeve. “It still kinda hurts,” he mumbled.

Gary nodded, his face softening. “I’m sorry, kiddo. But you did great. You’re so strong, Ash. You should be proud of yourself.”

Ash, though exhausted and still in pain, managed a small smile as he leaned into Gary’s side. “I trust you, Gary. Even when I’m scared…”

Gary’s heart swelled with warmth as he hugged Ash tightly. “I’ve always got your back, Ash. Always.”

With the shots finally over, Ash relaxed a little, knowing that even though the pain had been real, the reassurance and care from Gary made it all a little easier to bear. They’d gotten through it together. And that was all that mattered.

It was a hot afternoon in Pallet Town, and Gary Oak sat cross-legged on the porch steps of his grandfather’s lab, his medical bag resting beside him. Ash Ketchum fidgeted nervously beside him, legs swinging over the edge.

“Why are we doing this outside?” Ash muttered, eyeing Gary suspiciously.

“Because it’s nice out, kiddo,” Gary replied cheerfully, snapping on a pair of gloves. “Besides, the fresh air might help you relax.”

“Relax?” Ash echoed, his voice cracking. “You’re about to give me shots, Gary. That’s not exactly relaxing.”

Gary chuckled. “It’s not that bad, buddy. I promise.” He patted Ash’s shoulder. “Now, I need you to be brave for me, okay?”

Ash sighed, already regretting agreeing to this. “Fine… but only ‘cause you’re my best friend.”

“That’s my Ashy-boy,” Gary said, ruffling Ash’s messy black hair. He knelt in front of him and unzipped his medical bag, pulling out the first syringe.

Ash’s eyes widened. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! That thing’s huge!”

Gary laughed softly. “It’s not huge. You’re just being dramatic.” He set the syringe down for a moment and gently patted Ash’s knee. “I’m gonna give you three shots today — two on one leg, one on the other. Close to your knee, okay?”

Ash gulped. “Three? Why three?!”

“Different vaccines,” Gary explained patiently. “I know it sounds like a lot, but we’ll get through it together. You trust me, don’t you?”

Ash hesitated but eventually nodded. “Yeah… I trust you.”

“Good.” Gary smiled warmly. “Let’s get started.”

He carefully rolled up Ash’s jeans to his knee and gently tilted his leg to the side. “Here, okay?” Gary said reassuringly. “It won’t hurt as much here. Promise.”

Ash bit his lip, his fists clenched on the porch step. “Okay…”

“Take a deep breath, buddy,” Gary instructed. “In through your nose… and out through your mouth. Good. Keep breathing.”

Gary swabbed the area with alcohol, the cool sensation making Ash shiver. “First one coming up,” Gary warned gently. “You ready?”

Ash squeezed his eyes shut. “Just do it.”

Gary inserted the needle smoothly into Ash’s leg. Ash flinched but stayed still, his breath hitching.

“Almost done… aaaand there.” Gary pulled the needle out and pressed a small cotton ball to the spot. “One down.”

Ash exhaled shakily. “That wasn’t… too bad.”

“See? Told ya,” Gary said with a grin. “You’re doing great, Ash. Let’s keep that streak going.”

Gary moved to the second syringe, repeating the process of cleaning the area. “Deep breath again, kiddo. You know the drill.”

Ash tried to steady his breathing, but his body tensed as Gary inserted the second shot. This one stung a bit more, and Ash let out a small yelp.

“I know, I know,” Gary murmured sympathetically. “Almost done… there we go.”

Ash winced as Gary pulled the needle out. “That one hurt.”

“Yeah, it was a bit deeper,” Gary admitted. “But you’re still doing awesome.”

Ash managed a weak smile. “Thanks…”

Gary prepped the third and final shot. “Alright, last one, buddy. This one’s on the other leg.”

Ash’s heart raced as Gary shifted to his other side. “Gary… do we have to?”

“I know it sucks, Ash, but we gotta finish it,” Gary said gently. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Ash nodded reluctantly, his fingers digging into the porch step. Gary swabbed the area and lifted the syringe. “Deep breath—”

Before Gary could finish, he felt Ash’s small hand grip his sleeve tightly.

“Gary… I’m scared,” Ash whispered, tears brimming in his eyes.

Gary’s heart ached at the sight. He set the syringe down for a moment and draped an arm around Ash’s shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay, Ashy-boy. I’m right here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Ash sniffled, leaning into Gary’s side. “It just… it hurts.”

“I know, buddy. I know. But this is the last one, and then we’re done. You’ve been so brave.”

Ash clung to Gary’s sleeve, his knuckles white. “You won’t let go?”

“Never,” Gary promised. “You can hold on as tight as you want.”

Ash nodded, his face pressed against Gary’s shoulder. “Okay… I’m ready.”

Gary picked up the syringe again, his movements steady and gentle. “Here we go, Ash. Deep breath…”

Ash whimpered as the needle went in, the pain sharper than the previous shots. Tears spilled down his cheeks, and his grip on Gary’s sleeve tightened.

“Easy, buddy,” Gary whispered, his voice soothing. “Almost there… almost… done.”

Gary removed the needle and pressed a cotton ball to the spot. “All done, Ashy. You did it.”

Ash was trembling, tears streaming down his face. “It… it hurt…”

“I know,” Gary said softly, pulling Ash into a comforting hug. “But it’s over now. You were so brave.”

Ash buried his face in Gary’s shoulder, sobbing quietly. Gary rubbed his back in slow, calming circles. “It’s okay, Ash. I’m proud of you.”

Ash’s breathing gradually steadied, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes red and puffy. “Thanks, Gary…”

“Anytime, kiddo.” Gary smiled and ruffled Ash’s hair. “How about we go inside and get some ice cream? You earned it.”

Ash managed a small, grateful smile. “Yeah… ice cream sounds good.”

Gary stood up, helping Ash to his feet. “C’mon, Ashy-boy. Let’s go.”

And as they walked back inside, Ash kept a firm hold on Gary’s hand, knowing that no matter what, his best friend would always be there to keep him safe.

Gary sat cross-legged on the floor of the clinic room, rummaging through his medical bag with practiced ease. He was only ten, but his Grandpa Oak had taught him the ropes well enough to handle simple tasks like this. Across from him, Ash sat on the examination table, swinging his legs nervously. His brown eyes darted between Gary and the syringe Gary had just taken out.

“Do I really need three shots?” Ash asked, his voice trembling slightly. He clutched Pikachu to his chest like the little Pokémon was a lifeline.

Gary glanced up, his expression calm and reassuring. “Yeah, buddy. Three. I know it sounds like a lot, but it’s just to make sure you stay healthy. Besides,” he added with a small smile, “you’ve been through tougher stuff than this, right?”

Ash didn’t look convinced. “I dunno, Gary… I hate needles. They hurt.”

Gary set the syringe down and snapped on a pair of gloves. “I get it, kiddo. Nobody likes shots. But I promise I’ll make it quick and as painless as I can. Trust me?”

Ash hesitated, then gave a reluctant nod. “I guess…”

Gary stood up and rolled a stool over, sitting down at Ash’s level. “Alright, let’s start with your left leg, okay?” He gently reached out and tugged Ash’s jeans up to his knee, exposing his pale, slightly trembling leg.

Ash flinched. “Why there? Can’t you do it on my arm instead?”

Gary shook his head, tilting Ash’s leg slightly to the side. “Here’s the thing, Ashy. Shots hurt less when they’re given in places with more muscle, like your leg. Right here,” he said, tapping the side of Ash’s thigh just above the knee. “It won’t hurt as much here. Promise.”

Ash swallowed hard, hugging Pikachu tighter. “Okay… if you say so…”

Gary nodded, keeping his voice calm and steady. “Good. You’re doing great so far, buddy. Just stay still for me, alright?”

He disinfected the area with an alcohol wipe, the coldness making Ash flinch again. “That’s just the wipe, kiddo. Nothing to worry about yet.”

Ash closed his eyes tightly, his breathing quickening. “Gary… I’m scared.”

Gary paused and looked up, his gloved hand resting gently on Ash’s knee. “I know, Ash. It’s okay to be scared. But I’m right here, and I’ll talk you through it, alright? You’ve got this.”

Ash peeked one eye open, nodding slightly.

“Alright, here we go. First shot coming up,” Gary said softly, picking up the syringe. He positioned it carefully and pressed the needle into Ash’s leg.

Ash hissed through his teeth, gripping Pikachu so tightly the little Pokémon let out a squeak. “Ow… ow…”

Gary pressed the plunger down, then quickly withdrew the needle and pressed a cotton ball against the spot. “There. First one’s done. See? You survived.”

Ash panted lightly, his face scrunched up. “That hurt more than you said it would…”

Gary chuckled softly, holding the cotton ball in place with his thumb. “I said it’d hurt less, not that it wouldn’t hurt at all. You’re doing awesome, though. Two more to go.”

Ash groaned but nodded, letting Gary move on to his other leg.

“Alright, kid, second shot’s going right here,” Gary said, lifting the other pant leg. He tilted Ash’s leg to the side again and wiped down the area. “Same deal as before. Just breathe, okay?”

Ash nodded shakily, gripping the edge of the table this time. Gary inserted the needle carefully, but Ash still let out a soft cry.

“Easy, buddy. You’re almost through this one,” Gary said, his voice calm and soothing. He finished the injection and pulled the needle out, pressing another cotton ball to the spot. “Two down. You’re doing great, Ashy.”

Ash sniffled, his eyes watery. “That one hurt too…”

“I know, kiddo. I know. But just one more, and then we’re done, alright? You’re being so brave,” Gary reassured him.

Ash didn’t look convinced but nodded anyway, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

Gary prepped the last syringe, lifting the pant leg on Ash’s left leg again to a spot just a little higher than the first. “Okay, last one. Right here. It might sting a bit more, but I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Ash nodded weakly, clutching Pikachu with one arm and gripping Gary’s sleeve with the other as Gary positioned the needle.

Gary pressed it in, and Ash yelped. “Ahh! Gary, it hurts!”

“I know, buddy, I know. I’m almost done. Hang in there,” Gary said, his voice soft but steady. He pressed the plunger down and quickly pulled the needle out.

Ash burst into tears, clutching Gary’s sleeve tightly. “It really hurt…” he sobbed, his face buried in Pikachu’s fur.

Gary set the syringe down and pulled Ash into a hug, letting the boy cry into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ash. I know it wasn’t easy, but you were so brave. It’s over now. No more shots, okay?”

Ash sniffled, his small hands still gripping Gary’s sleeve like a lifeline. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Gary said, rubbing Ash’s back soothingly. “You’re all done. You did amazing, Ashy-boy.”

Ash slowly started to calm down, his sobs fading into soft hiccups. “Thanks, Gary…”

“Anytime, kiddo,” Gary replied, ruffling Ash’s hair gently. “Now, how about we get some ice cream to make up for all that?”

Ash looked up, his tear-streaked face lighting up just a little. “Really?”

Gary smiled. “Really. Let’s get out of here.”

And with that, Gary helped Ash off the table, keeping a comforting hand on his shoulder as they headed out, leaving the dreaded syringes far behind.

The small clinic room was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Gary Oak, wearing a white lab coat that was just a bit too big for his ten-year-old frame, sat on a rolling stool beside Ash Ketchum. His stethoscope hung around his neck, and a tray with a few syringes lay neatly on the counter beside him.

Ash sat on the exam table, his legs swinging nervously over the edge. His cap was pushed backward, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. His brown eyes were wide with worry as they darted between Gary and the gleaming needles on the tray.

"Gary... do I really need three shots?" Ash's voice was small, almost pleading.

Gary gave him a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, buddy. I know it sucks, but it's gotta be done. Two in one leg and one in the other. It'll protect you from getting sick."

Ash groaned and buried his face in his hands. "But three?! That's, like, three too many!"

Gary chuckled softly and gently patted Ash's shoulder. "Hey, I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't important, kiddo. And I'll make it as quick and easy as possible, alright?"

Ash peeked through his fingers. "Promise?"

Gary nodded seriously. "Promise. And I always keep my promises, Ashy."

Ash sighed heavily, clearly not convinced but resigned to his fate. Gary grabbed a pair of gloves from the box, snapping them on with a reassuring grin. "Alright, let's get this over with, buddy. I'll start with your right leg, okay? It'll hurt less if we do it here, close to your knee."

Ash's heart raced as Gary rolled up his jeans to just above the knee. "Tilt your leg to the side for me," Gary instructed gently. Ash obeyed, his leg trembling slightly.

Gary rubbed an alcohol wipe over the spot, the cool sensation making Ash shiver. "Okay, first one coming up. Look at me, not the needle, alright?"

Ash clenched his fists, his eyes locked on Gary's face. "Is it gonna hurt?"

"A little pinch, that's all," Gary assured him. "Deep breath in... and out."

Gary inserted the needle quickly and smoothly. Ash winced, feeling the sharp sting. "Ow! Gary!"

"I know, buddy. You're doing great," Gary praised as he pressed the plunger down and withdrew the needle. "One down, two to go."

Ash rubbed his leg, frowning. "It wasn’t that bad... I guess."

"See? Told ya it wouldn't be too bad," Gary said with a smile. "Ready for the next one?"

Ash hesitated but nodded. "Yeah... I guess."

Gary moved to the same leg, a little higher up. "Here we go. Same deal—deep breath in, and out."

Ash braced himself as the second shot went in. This one stung more, and he let out a sharp gasp. "Gary!"

"Almost done, buddy. You're doing awesome," Gary said soothingly as he finished. "That's two down. Just one more, okay?"

Ash's face was pale, and he was gripping the edge of the table. "Do we really have to do the last one?"

Gary knelt down beside him, meeting his eyes. "I know you're scared, Ash, but it's the last one. Then you're done, I swear. And I'll be right here with you the whole time."

Ash's lip trembled, but he gave a small nod. "Okay... but hurry."

"You got it, kiddo," Gary said softly, moving to Ash's left leg. He lifted the jeans and wiped the spot clean. "Alright, deep breath. In... and out."

Gary inserted the needle, but this time, Ash's reaction was immediate. The pain was sharper, more intense. "Gary! It hurts!" Ash cried out, his voice breaking.

Before Gary could say anything, Ash's hand shot out and gripped Gary's sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he sobbed. "Gary... it hurts… it hurts…"

Gary's heart clenched at the sight of his best friend in pain. "Hey, hey, it's okay, Ashy. I got you," he said gently, wrapping an arm around Ash's shoulders. "It's over now, buddy. You're done. No more shots."

Ash buried his face against Gary's shoulder, still holding onto his sleeve as he cried. Gary hugged him tightly, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Shh... I know, I know. That last one was rough. But you were so brave, Ash. I'm really proud of you."

Ash sniffled, his voice muffled against Gary's coat. "Really?"

"Really," Gary said firmly. "You're one tough kid, Ashy-boy. And I'm not just saying that."

Ash's grip on Gary's sleeve slowly loosened, though he still clung to him. "Thanks, Gary..."

"Anytime, buddy," Gary whispered. He grabbed a tissue from the counter and gently wiped Ash's face. "Feeling a little better?"

Ash nodded weakly. "Yeah... but I still hate shots."

Gary laughed softly. "Fair enough. But hey, next time, we'll do something fun after, okay? My treat."

Ash managed a small smile. "Like ice cream?"

"Deal," Gary said, ruffling Ash's hair. "Now let's get outta here before you make me cry too."

Ash giggled, finally letting go of Gary's sleeve. "Thanks, Dr. Oak."

Gary grinned. "Anytime, Ashy-boy. But next time? Maybe less drama, huh?"

Ash laughed, the pain already fading with the warmth of Gary's friendship.

The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional beep from the medical equipment. Gary adjusted his white lab coat as he sat down beside Ash, who was perched nervously on the examination table. His jeans were slightly rumpled, and Pikachu sat on the floor, watching them both with wide, curious eyes.

Gary offered a gentle smile. "Hey, kiddo. How're you holding up?"

Ash fidgeted, swinging his legs nervously. "Dunno... kinda nervous."

Gary patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I get it, buddy. But it's just a few shots today, and then you're all set."

Ash’s face paled. "Few? You mean more than one?"

Gary winced at his slip-up. "Yeah... three, actually. But before you freak out, let me explain, alright?"

Ash folded his arms, his voice wavering. "Why three? I thought it was just one!"

Gary nodded sympathetically. "I know, Ashy. But you're due for these. The first shot is for tetanus—it protects you from getting sick if you get a bad cut or scrape. The second one is for hepatitis A, and the last one is for meningitis."

Ash blinked. "Mening-what?"

"Meningitis," Gary explained patiently. "It’s a nasty illness that can mess with your brain and spinal cord. But this shot helps keep you safe from that."

Ash’s shoulders sagged. "Do they all hurt?"

Gary hesitated before being honest. "You might feel them, yeah. But it won’t be as bad as you think. And I’ll be right here, okay?"

Ash bit his lip, his eyes darting to the door as if considering a dramatic escape.

Gary chuckled softly. "Nice try, buddy, but I’m faster than you. Besides, Pikachu’s blocking the exit."

“Traitor,” Ash muttered at Pikachu, who gave an apologetic "Pika."

Gary snapped on a pair of gloves and grabbed the first syringe. "Alright, let’s start with the tetanus shot. I’m gonna lift your jeans up a bit, okay?"

Ash nodded reluctantly, his eyes wide.

Gary gently rolled up Ash’s jeans to just above his knee and tilted his leg slightly to the side. "Here. It won’t hurt as much in this spot. Promise."

Ash swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. "If you say so..."

Gary's voice was calm. "Deep breath in... and out. You’re doing great, Ashy."

Ash flinched as the needle went in, but Gary was quick and steady. "Almost done... there. First one down. See? Not so bad."

Ash winced. "It stung."

"I know, buddy. But you handled it like a champ," Gary said, rubbing the spot gently. "Ready for the next one?"

Ash hesitated. "Do I have to?"

Gary’s tone was soft but firm. "Yeah, kiddo. But we’re already one down. Two more and you’re good to go."

Ash took a shaky breath. "Okay... I guess."

Gary moved to the other leg, lifting the jeans and tilting Ash's leg the same way. "Same spot as before, alright?"

Ash nodded, though his hands trembled slightly. "Just get it over with..."

Gary inserted the second needle smoothly. Ash tensed, his breath hitching. "Ow... that one was worse!"

Gary frowned sympathetically as he rubbed the spot. "I know, Ash. This one tends to sting a bit more. But you’re doing awesome."

Ash’s voice was shaky. "One more, right?"

"Yup. Last one, and then we’re done." Gary prepped the final shot, his focus unwavering. "Deep breath again, okay?"

Ash clenched his fists, bracing himself. Gary inserted the needle, but this time, Ash let out a sharp gasp. His hand shot out, grabbing Gary’s sleeve in a tight grip.

"Gary—!" Ash whimpered, his voice cracking.

Gary's heart clenched. He set the syringe down quickly, looping an arm around Ash's shoulders. "Hey, hey, it’s okay, buddy. It’s over. I’m right here."

Ash's small frame shook as tears streamed down his face. He clung to Gary’s sleeve, his sobs muffled against his arm. "It hurt... so much..."

"I know, Ashy," Gary murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "I’m so sorry it hurt. But you did it. You were so brave, kiddo."

Ash sniffled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn’t brave... I cried."

Gary shook his head firmly. "Crying doesn’t make you any less brave, Ash. You faced something scary and got through it. That’s what matters."

Ash’s grip on Gary’s sleeve loosened slightly. "You really think so?"

"I know so," Gary said with a warm smile. "And you know what? I’m proud of you."

Ash blinked up at him, his tears slowly subsiding. "Thanks... Dr. Oak."

Gary chuckled. "Nah, just Gary for you, Ashy-boy. Always."

Ash managed a small smile, leaning against Gary. "Okay... thanks, Gary."

Gary hugged him gently. "Anytime, kiddo. Now, how about I get you a snack for being such a trooper?"

Ash's eyes lit up. "Can it be ice cream?"

Gary laughed. "You bet."