Neal had been sick all week, it started small but his illness steadily grew. He was questioned by June but he insisted on not telling Peter. He didn't want Peter to think he was weak, or think less of him.
Peter wouldn't have found out if Neal hadn't taken any cough syrup. But he couldn't sleep that night, he was too busy coughing out a lung. He had to have cough syrup or else he wouldn't have been able to function through the day.
Neal's thoughts through his ill muddled brain had led him to the point of taking cough syrup so nobody in the office would realise he wasn't in tip top shape, a full proof plan.
Peter POV
Neal was unusually silent as they drove to work, Peter didn't like it. When Neal was silent, he was usually planning something.
Peter figured Neal was giving him the silent treatment and he didn't really mind it. The sooner they got to work, the sooner he'd forget about it. He was just confused as to why this seemed to bother him, what was Neal planning?
Neal POV
We got to the office and Peter and I went our seperate ways. I went over to my desk and my eyes started to get heavy, what were the side affects of that brand of cough syrup?
My limbs were getting heavy and my eyes closed, I couldn't keep awake.
I silently nodded off in my corner of the office.
Peter POV
Jones entered my office looking slightly alarmed.
"Neal fell asleep at his desk, and he's snoring so loud; none of us can get any work done." I chuckled, of course he'd sleep on the job.
I went to his desk to yell at him when I noticed how hot he was, heat was radiating from him. Neal was obviously too sick to work today.
"Help me with him, Jones."
Neal POV
My eyelids were heavy but I couldn't sleep, people were talking loudly around me.
My eyes opened and it took me a moment to realise I was in the break room. The people I was hearing were coming from the television set in the corner.
I looked at my clock, 4:43. I had less than 2 hours and 20 minutes to get ready for work. I lifted my head to try to get vertical, but the whole room started spinning so I put my head down and closed my eyes.
"Your awake." Why didn't I hear Peter enter the room.
"We couldn't wake you up earlier, so we put you in here; out of sight, out of mind." Peter, the comedy king, chuckled at his own joke. Neal registered that it was PM, not AM. Why would he be here at 4 in the morning?
"You ready to go? Hughes gave you the rest of the day off to rest." Peter came over and helped me up.
"Come on! I don't want to know a sick Neal longer than I have to; he's very silent." Peter and I got in his vehicle and he drove me to June's; its nice knowing someone cares what becomes of me.