Doctor Daze- part three

"SILVYYYYYYYY!"

Silver turned just in time to be tackled by the one and only person he could actually like.

"...What are you doing here?" He muttered.

"The clinic called me because they wanted to check my weight again. I dunno why, though."

Silver raised a brow. "I'll tell you why. It's because last we checked my twelve year old girl was 58 pounds. You lost ten pounds than last year."

His voice was flat, but the look in his eyes wasn't. It was the same look he gave every time he found a Pokémon with a hidden injury—sharpened worry buried beneath a scowl.

Lyra, still clinging to him from her dramatic tackle-hug, blinked up with that sheepish little smile of hers.

"...Oops?"

Silver grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back just enough to look her over properly.

Same overalls. Same cap. Same too-big eyes in a too-thin face. The sleeves of her red shirt clung a little looser than they should've. Her wrists were delicate, almost like twigs. Her hat was tilted forward like always, hiding the top of her head.

"You're worse than a stray Meowth," he muttered. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I did tell Ethan," she said defensively. "He just thought I was being dramatic. Or tired. Or both."

"Both," Silver grumbled. "It's always both."

Lyra grinned like he'd given her a compliment.

"...And anyway," she added, "I feel fine."

"You're not supposed to feel fine at fifty-eight pounds," Silver snapped. "You're supposed to feel dizzy. Weak. Cold. Your heart should be racing. You should be lightheaded after standing up."

Her face twitched.

"...So you do feel like that," he growled.

She crossed her arms. "I can still battle, though. So it's not that bad."

Silver glared. "Lyzlie. The other day you literally came into my room, took up my personal space and CUDDLED me because you were cold. IN 95 DEGREES!"

"Perks of being my boyfriend." She chirped.

Silver dragged a hand down his face.

"Lyzlie, that's not a perk. That's a symptom."

Lyra just rocked back on her heels, arms still folded defiantly, looking for all the world like she hadn't just admitted to a textbook case of undernourishment-induced hypothermia. "Well, I'm not dead," she chirped. "So clearly I'm doing something right."

Silver stared at her. "...What part of nearly fainting during a double battle counts as 'doing something right'?"

"The part where I still won?" she offered, hopeful.

He deadpanned. "You tripped trying to raise your arm for the final command and had to point with your nose."

She gave an innocent smile. "Creative tactics."

"Hospital-worthy tactics."

"You didn't take me to the hospital."

"I WASN'T THERE!"

"Details, details," she hummed.

He narrowed his eyes. "You're not gonna giggle your way out of this one."

Lyra's smile faltered just a touch. "...I'm fine, Silvy."

"Don't call me—" He cut himself off with a frustrated exhale and crossed his arms tightly. "Lyra. You're not fine. And I'm not just saying that as a clinic tech. I'm saying that as your—" He paused, clenched his jaw. "—your very concerned boyfriend."