Sam lets out a sigh of relief, a soft smile across his face. Good, he can keep Bowser from recklessly killing himself for a little while longer.

"Thank you. Can we head outside, do this somewhere with better light?" A cave is not his idea of a good examination table. "I have a thermometer and a flashlight back at my apartment." Even if the thermometer doesn't exactly work completely correctly. With another glance at Bowser's chest, though, he knows what tool would really help: "I wish I had a stethoscope."

An X-ray or ultrasound would be even better, to let him really get a good look at whatever's in his chest causing this, but he knows better than to hope for one of those. Medical wishes can start with a stethoscope.