Bobby lay back on one of the hospital beds, sipping from a cup of juice. He was feeling a bit dizzy after the day of exams he'd just sat through, and had come straight to the Mansion to hang out with Hank.
Hank entered the room and sat down beside Bobby, glasses perched on the end of his nose, eyes kind but worried.
"Bobby," he started. "I don't wish to alarm you, but I think you need to slow down."
"What? No, I'm fine, honestly," Bobby said. "Just worn out from the semester, that's all."
"No," Hank replied firmly, but kindly. "With your medical history, you really have to slow down. I treated you for Legacy - "
"Yeah, but that was like a year ago, I'm good now, I've been fine for months," Bobby protested.
"I know," the blue furred medic said softly. "And while yes, I treated you and you seemingly got better, that does not mean you are invincible. You need rest. And a lot of it. Your body is under stress and..."
Hank found himself at a loss for words for a moment.
"If you get sick again, the damage could be irreversable."
Bobby just looked at him.
"Bobby, you are my best friend, you know that, yes? You saw the need to step in and befriend me so that I was not alone, you saw that I needed a companion, and you saw to it that you did that for me, that you were that friend. And now I am doing something for you. I am telling you, not as your doctor, but as your friend, that you need to slow down, because your body cannot handle stress." Hank took a deep breath. "And selfishly, you need to slow down because I refuse to lose you."
Bobby leant over and hugged him. "If you are that worried, then I will."
"I am. So thank you."