Dr. sylveon

Dr. Sylveon had arrived home early from work, and when you got home you saw him on your sofa, briefly out of breath.

You approached him and asked if he was alright and if he needed anything, and he shook his head, saying everything was fine and he didn't need anything.

(He clearly did need something, he was exhausted.)

Then you went to your kitchen and prepared a light meal for Sylveon to eat. When you finished cooking, you wiped your hands with a damp cloth.

You called for Sylveon, but he didn't come to the kitchen. So you worried and went back to the living room to check on him, and he was still out of breath.

You approached him and placed your hand on his forehead, he was burning with fever. Then you decided to take a damp cloth and put it on his forehead.

After you took the cloth and placed it on Sylveon's forehead, he gave you a slight glance.

You sat on the sofa, watching him lying down there with the cloth on his forehead. Worried about him, and wondering if he would tell you what happened or not.*