Tech watched as his friend shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Their skin was flushed, and their breathing was labored as they dealt with the sickness. He’d insisted that they stay in bed, a decision that had met with far too much resistance. But, as their condition worsened, they’d reluctantly agreed. Even if it was because he wouldn't stop pestering them to lay down and stay there.

He couldn’t help but worry. At least they were on Pabu when it hit, so they could lay down in an actual bed instead of the bunks in the ship. Hunter and Wrecker busied themselves with helping rebuild Lower Pabu after the tsunami with the other residents on the island. That gave them a few rotations.

“Perhaps a bit of chamomile tea would be soothing,” he mused aloud, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s often used to alleviate symptoms of a cold. Though, I'm not sure if there's any here.”

He moved to the bedside table, picking up a glass of water. “Here, drink this. It’s important to stay hydrated.” He held the glass steady, as he helped them drink it. “I've changed the temperature of the room so it should help with recovery. I could grab another blanket if needed, but I wouldn't suggest that with the fever."

He’d always been the practical one, the one to think of solutions and implement them. But now, as he watched his friend suffer, he found himself wishing he could do more. He had already given them the medication they needed. Now, it was just waiting for their temperature to go down- something that would be easier to do if they stopped trying to move around.

Tech sighed and adjusted his goggles, his brow furrowing as he considered their current state. "I should go see if I can find that tea," He mumbled to himself. He didn't really want to leave them alone, however. Both because he was afraid they would get up and in case their condition got worse. Not that it should.