Just Miserable - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Napoleon walked in, watched Illya sneeze and cough his way past the desk and onto the sofa in the small office.

"Illya, you sound bad. Have you been up to Medical?" The blond looked up, eyes limpid with the effects of a seasonal cold.

"I did." That was unlike the Russian, alerting Napoleon to just how bad his friend was feeling.

"Why don't you just go home? We aren't going anyplace, so…''

At just that moment the phone rang.

"Yessir, right on it."  Napoleon looked at Illya and shook his head.

"Bring your medicine, you can sleep on the plane."