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Red wasn't one for giving into illness--er at least he tried his hardest not to, and he could usually power through, but upon reaching Aleks' world--what would one even call this... time traveling? Nah, something else, though who knows what--his vision began swimming before his eyes. What happened after that...

Well it obviously didn't matter since he remembered like 0% of it.

When water dripped down the sides of his face following a cool weight on his forehead, the brunet decided to finally open his eyes.
      --Wait, did he say nest?
                              --Wait. Was he actually...

Yep. He was in a nest or at least it resembled a nest. Okay then.

"Aleks... I think I'm dying..." He used his shoulders to pull himself up to at least his elbows, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to look around, "I'm hallucinating that I'm in a nest,"

Poultices. 

Luken made poultices, he didn’t.

Luken was the medic for Arceus’ sake. He was the battler. The fighter. 

Yet here he was, making Rawst poultices for a champion who thought himself delusional and insane.  Was this really a good way to spend time?

Why couldn’t they just shove Red into the snow and wait for the fever to brea–

Oh that’s right.

Red wasn’t even the slightest bit feral. He’d complain and whine like the human he was because HE WAS SICK AND SNOW IS WET.

Some humans. 

How do they even survive illnesses as they were.

“Aleks… I think I’m dying…”

Instantly the semi-feral male turned to look at the weakened male who was spouting disbelief everywhere.

“I’m hallucinating that I’m in a nest,”

He gave a quick shake of his head before turning away and replying, “No…You’re in my home…”

“That’s my nest." 

Which actually explained why it was the biggest and in the center of the room, where it was warmest.