the office oneshot🧚‍♀️ (jim halpert mostly)

sick (jim and dwight)

jim's pov

"dwight you don't look so good are you sure you want to go to work?"
"i'm telling you i'm not sick! shrutes never get sick"
"you really look sick"
"jim i love you, but i'm going to work whatever you say"
"okay then let's go but if you feel bad we're coming back home"
"okay sure but i'm not sick"

we get in the car and i start driving to work. i hate when dwight does that! i know he's sick why don't he just admit it? it's not like he's gonna look weak for being sick.

we enter the building and go in the elevator.
dwight doesn't say hello to anybody when he walks to his desk. usually he at least says it to pam or michael. he sits down to his desk and open his computer. i do the same thing.

"dwight do you want some water or maybe a tea?"
" yeah i would like tea"
"i'll get you some "

i go make him tea in the kitchen. when i get out, i see that dwight is shivering at his desk. it's pretty warm in the office and he's never cold in here. i walk towards him. i put the cup on his desk leave a kiss on his forehead. as i expected, his head is burning hot.

"dwight are you cold?"
"yeah a little bit, why?"
"because you're forehead is burning, i think you have a fever"
"i don't have a fever because i am not sick! i'm only a little bit cold"
"why won't you admit you're sick?"
"because i never get sick, therefore i am not sick"

i turn back to my computer to try to do some work. i hear dwight sniffling and coughing.
he's even more pale than when we left this morning. i really have to take him home. he looks terrible.

"okay conference room meeting in 5 seconds"

usually, dwight would be the first one to run in the conference room when michael say this.
now, he looks like he's having trouble to get out of his chair.

"dwight come on let me take you home"
"i'm okay jim"

i take his hand to help him get up and we walk in he conference room. i sit and he sits next to me. he looks like he's about to fall asleep so i let him lay his head on my shoulder. michael start blabbering about some stupid stuff but i'm not really listening. i'm focused on dwight. he's still shivering and sniffling.

when the meeting is over, i wake him up.
he looks even more tired then before he slept.

"dwight i'm taking you home"
"jim i'm okay just let me work"
"it's not a question, you're coming with me"
"i'm not"

he sits at his desk and start to work.
i'm not going to let him work, he needs to rest.
i grab the back of his chair and start to roll it across the room. dwight try to refuse, but he's too weak to fight back. as i get out, i tell pam we're leaving because dwight is sick. i help dwight to get out of his chair and he put his arm around my shoulder to steady himself. i support him as we walk outside, which is a little bit hard, since he's heavier than me. i help him sit in the car and close the door. i go to the driver's side to sit.

"are you gonna admit you're sick now"
"i may have a little cold"
"dwight you should see yourself you look like you're about to die"
"i'm sorry"
"why are you sorry?"
"i should have listened to you"
"it's okay dwight, we're going home now"

i drive us to his farm and he falls asleep during the ride. i love it when he stops playing tough and he admit that he's not as strong as he pretends to be. i dont know why he's so ashamed of having feelings like a human.

i pull up in the driveway and wake him up.
he walks with me inside and go lay on the couch. i make him a glass of water and go give it to him. i go back in the kitchen to heat up some soup.

when i go back in the living room with the bowl of soup, dwight is asleep. i put a blanket over him and kiss his forehead before going to sit on the other chair that's in the room.

i hear him mumble something.

"what was that?"
"can you cuddle with me?"
"sure dwight, but look i made you some soup so eat that before"
"okay"

he sits down and eat the soup. i go sit next to him. he still seems tired and sick but he looks better than before.

"thank you for taking care of me"
"you're welcome honey"
"don't call me honey, idiot"
"why can't i ever call you nicknames?"
"because i don't like them"
"but it's cute!"
"shut up"
"stop saying that or i won't cuddle with you"
"okay i'm sorry, i'm sorry. please cuddle with me jim"
"you know i will baby"
"jim, i can accept 'honey' but do not call me 'baby' okay?"
"but you're my little baby"i say, with a fake sad face.
"ugh fine"

i smile at him as he puts down the, now empty, bowl. he layed on the couch and looked at me.

"you're coming or what?"
"oh yeah i'm sorry... it's just you never let me be the big spoon"i say with a smile.
"shh don't talk about it just come here"
"you're cute"
"you're so annoying"

i get behind him and wrap my arm around him. i kiss the back of his neck before laying my forehead on his back. i hear his breathing slow down and quickly, he's asleep. i keep my arm around him, protectively.

i hear my cellphone ringing, but i let it ring. i don't want to wake dwight up by moving. he's so cute like that, all snuggled with me and sleeping peacefully.

it reminds me of when i first realized i had feelings for him. we were at a company picnic and he hugged me during a sport game. it was so warm and inviting. it was the first time dwight wasn't mean or angry at me, and i loved it. then, i asked him a date. he didn't understand why (or maybe he didn't understand i wanted to be more than friends; or enemy, with him) but he accepted.

sometimes, he still doesn't understand why i love him, but he doesn't know that i can see through his fake toughness. i can see how sweet and loving he is. of course, he fakes that he isn't by always wanting to be the alpha male, but i know he is, and that's why i love him.