I just see him so professional it struck something within me
And no not love
I love alternative Ash
I dunno..... I just believed Gary being a researcher and doctor would be okay
But anyway
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Ash sat on the examination table, his fingers clenching and unclenching the edge of his cap as he fidgeted nervously. His eyes darted to Gary, who was now leaning casually against the doorframe, smirking in that smug way only Gary could pull off.
"Why so tense, Ashy-boy?" Gary asked, his tone teasing but his eyes soft with familiarity. He had seen this side of Ash before—more than once, in fact.
Ash cleared his throat, trying to appear unbothered, but his voice betrayed him. "I-I’m not nervous," he mumbled, even as his leg bounced uncontrollably up and down against the metal frame of the table.
Gary raised an eyebrow. "Really? 'Cause your foot says otherwise." He gestured toward Ash’s leg, which only made Ash more self-conscious. He quickly stopped, but the trembling in his hands remained.
Gary, noticing this, let out a small sigh. He walked closer and stood right in front of Ash, crossing his arms over his chest. "You always hated check-ups," Gary said, his voice quieter now, almost fond. "Remember when we were four? You tried to hide under the chair when the doctor brought out the stethoscope."
Ash swallowed hard, blinking as the memory hit him. He remembered how Gary had come with him that day, sitting in the corner while Ash cried and refused to get the check-up. Gary had been supportive back then, too, even though they were just kids.
"Yeah," Ash muttered, avoiding Gary’s gaze. "I remember."
Gary chuckled. "I had to bribe you with a rare candy just to get you to sit still."
Ash laughed softly at the memory but quickly shifted back into his nervous state as Gary stepped even closer. He felt like his heart was going to explode. His fingers tightened around the fabric of his hat, wrinkling it.
"Alright, let’s get this over with," Gary said, reaching for the stethoscope around his neck. "First, let’s check your heart. Sound good?"
Ash nodded stiffly, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. He watched as Gary placed the stethoscope in his ears, and his heart rate skyrocketed. The cold metal of the stethoscope pressed against his chest, and Ash flinched, his whole body tensing up.
