Ryan kicked himself for not thinking of that sooner. He had called up a doctor's helpline a few months ago, in the middle of the night. Matt had been suffering from stomach pain, and was convinced his appendix was about to burst, or something equally dramatic. The helpline had been very thorough, but after all that fuss, Matt's pain had turned out to be nothing more than trapped wind.
Ginger was on his phone, pacing the floor, in the middle of explaining Fizz's symptoms. He scowled at Ash as he entered the room, but Ash didn't seem to notice. "Hey," he said breathlessly, staring down at them.
"Hey," Ryan replied. "Did you run here?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Ash gasped. "Well, I started running, then realised how incredibly unfit I am."
"Join the club," Ryan said.
"Um, so...?" Ash stared a
