"So what do we do…?" Jian whispered, panic creeping up his throat as he clutched the edge of the quilt tighter around Xing. "Do we like… give him human medicine? I've had paracetamol. It works for me." He looked toward Eren, voice hushed like he was afraid the wrong word might make it worse.
Eren paused mid-pace, blinking at him. "Umm… I think so?" His voice pitched upward, uncertain. "I don't know. To be honest, you were raised here, on Earth. Your biology might actually be quite different from ours. You've had time to adapt naturally. But General Xing—he's pure Farian. Zero atmospheric resistance. Zero exposure. His body's not built to fight Earth's pathogens."
Varon, arms folded, finally let out a soft sigh. "It's worth a try," he said, quieter than usual. "Something is better than nothing. He needs to sweat this out, but if it gets worse…"
A soft sound interrupted them.
Hk'tch!
