A/N: Silly, little drabble. Prompt me on Tumblr: thewintersoldierdisaster
"Felicity?" Oliver frowned as soon as he saw his blonde partner.
She smiled weakly and coughed before saying, "Hi. Your 2 o'clock got pushed back."
She launched into a coughing fit and sneezed three times in a row.
Oliver shook his head, "No way. Cancel everything. You need to go home and rest."
Felicity shook her head, "I can't! There are so many things happening today and if I get one of the interns to cover my desk they'll mess up my system and it'll all be horrible."
While Felicity was talking, Oliver gently took hold of her arm and guided her to the elevator, "I'll call Dig and he'll drop off some soup at your place."
"John's out of town.." Felicity leaned her head on Oliver's shoulder (why was her head so heavy?)
"Right," Oliver muttered, "I'll just take care of you then."
Felicity grew mildly concerned when she saw Oliver try to heat a can of soup in the microwave.
She tossed a throw pillow at him to get his attention, "Stop! You have to put the soup in a pot and heat it on the stove."
Oliver picked up the pillow from the floor and tossed it back to her, "Why? Microwave's faster."
"Yeah," Felicity coughed, "a faster way to set my place on fire."
"I'm cold," Felicity whined, wrapping a wool blanket around her shoulders.
"Do you want some tea?" Oliver asked, "I think I can handle that."
Felicity thought for a minute, "No…can you just come and sit with me?"
Oliver smiled softly, "Yeah, I can."
Felicity tucked her body close to Oliver's, sighing contentedly as his body heat warmed her up.
"Thank you," she sighed, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
"Anything for you, Felicity, anything," Oliver murmured, running his hand over her back and tucking the covers close to her body.