Hilda and Silver burst into their friend's room, getting a loud screech from the blond. Hilda flipped the lights on to reveal a room covered in used tissues and empty glasses of water.

"Ew," Hilda said, frowning at the mess, "Stop screaming, it's us."

Gladion pulled his covers up to his chin, "W-What are you guys doing here?" He asked, sniffling.

Silver walked over to Gladion's bed, carefully avoiding the tissues. He sat down at Gladion's feet and placed the plastic bag he was carrying on his knees.

"You said you were sick," He explained, searching through the bag, "So here we are."

Gladion squinted at the redhead, "What?"

Hilda shoved a warm, styrofoam, container into Gladion's hands, "Here. Eat this."

Gladion sneezed. His friends leaned away from him.

"What is it?" Gladion asked.

"Soup, dumbass." Silver spat.

Hilda sat next to Gladion on the edge of his bed. She leaned in and felt his forehead with her hand, "You feel hot," She said.

"That's because I am," Gladion snickered. Hilda removed her hand.

"You really are sick," Silver sighed. He pulled a plastic spoon from the bag and handed it to his sick friend.

Gladion glared at Silver and snatched the spoon from him. He took the lid off and steam flew into his face.

"What kind is it?" Gladion sniffled.

"Cream of broccoli." Hilda answered.

Gladion took a spoonful, "Thanks," He said, shoving the spoon in his mouth and letting the warm soup run down his throat.

Silver pulled out a box of tissues and chucked it at Hilda who caught it and put it on Gladion's nightstand.

Silver pulled out a bottle of cold medicine from the bag. Gladion caught sight of it and groaned.

"Please don't say what I think you're going to say!" He groaned.

"We just want you to get better!" Hilda assured, taking the bottle from Silver.

"But I hate cold medicine!"

"We know..." Silver muttered.

Hilda uncapped the medicine and poured the liquid into the cap, "C'mon Gladi, we're just trying to help."

A grumble escaped Gladion's throat.

"It's like taking a shot!" Hilda chirped, "Then you can chase it with the soup. Easy!"

"It concerns me that you compare it to taking a shot..." Gladion muttered.

Hilda gave Gladion the cap of medicine and moved his hand to bring it to his lips, "Just drink it, okay?"

Gladion frowned, stuck his tongue in the liquid, and pulled back, "Ugh!" He grimaced.

"Drink it or I'll fucking kill you..." Silver threatened.

Sighing, Gladion drank the medicine. After it went down, he brought the entire soup container to his mouth and drank it, trying to get the medicinal grape taste from his mouth.

"Good boy," Hilda said, kissing Gladion's forehead and getting up, "Text us if you need anything."

"You're staying?" Gladion asked.

"In a hotel on Akala Island." Silver confirmed, standing up as well.

"Wait...How'd you two get in here?"

"Your sister let us in!" Hilda sang, giving Gladion finger guns.

Gladion frowned, "Oh."

"Wait a sec!" Gladion said, "You two are staying at a hotel alone?"

Silver and Hilda groaned, "We're not fucking!" Silver protested.

Gladion rolled his eyes, "Uh huh..."

Hilda sighed and flipped the lights off, "Get some rest, Gladion."

The door closed as Silver and Hilda exited the room.

Gladion plunged his spoon into the soup. He smiled, "Thanks guys..."