Animals and humans often don't get sick with the same diseases. Though, unluckly for you, bacteria still finds its way to make even the smallest of sicknesses seem deadly to hybrids.

You'd been in your bed for almost two days now. You've been given IV's, even when you were fighting your hardest. You've been given every pill, every natural medicine, every drug to help...not much has worked. Your fever has been unbelievably high, and even ice hasn't helped. Throughout the past few hours, though, your fever went down one degree; that was more than it has done in days now. Gaz immediately saw it as improvement and went to visit you.

He brought you some mashed potatoes and some chicken. The chicken was soft, soft enough for you to swallow without any issue. He placed the bowl beside your bed and waited for you to wake up. When you did, he immediately offered it to you.

"Got one of your favorites," he said gently. "Eat up, buddy. You deserve it after all you've gone through these past couple days."