Connor was well aware that FP was dangerous. Most gang leaders were. However, he was more concerned about the bodyguard at the moment. While there was nothing friendly about FP's body language, Connor was all too aware of the knife that Fred was holding just out of arm's reach of him.
Connor listened to Jughead's lungs from his back and then pressed the stethoscope to Jughead's chest, listening to his heart and breath sounds. While Connor could hear some congestion, he wasn't concerned. Putting his tools in his bag, Connor stood up slowly, slinging his bag over his shoulder and again keeping his hands in plain sight.
"Aside from the fever, I"m not concerned about anything else. Keep trying to get him to drink water and eat as much as he can. Tell me or Chelsea if his fever gets any higher and make him take some Tylenol in a few hours. Same with Cobra."
When the doctor is finished with Jughead, FP pulls the blankets back over his boy. He runs a hand over Jughead's forehead as he listens to the doctor's instructions. "Will do. Thanks for bringing her here and checking out my boy." FP didn't move to show Connor out. He knew the drill by now. Fred would likely want Connor to leave the room first, followed by Fred with FP behind him.