Angela coughed violently at her desk, her lungs screaming in pain.

She had been sick all week with the flu, but refused to call in sick to work. She had too much to do and plus, she enjoyed seeing her "D" every day.

Another cough racked through her whole body.

Dwight strained to look over the plant pot as subtly as possible, his brow furrowing as he took in Angela's state.

He slowly walked to her desk.

"Hey Monkey. Are you alright? You don't look well."

Angela sighed, frustrated.

"I'm fine , Dwight." She smiled apologetically.

She was always pale, but she looked particularly white and fragile in appearance. He sighed, knowing her stubbornness if he suggested she go home.

Angela walked to the kitchen, slowly drinking a glass of water.

Michael was walking out just as she entered.

"Heyyy Angela. You look sick. Ew."

He smiled to himself as she frowned at his usual sarcasm, closing the door behind him.

Angela sighed, leaning on the kitchen bench for support. Dizziness and fatigue were overwhelming her. Her head spun and her face felt hot.

The day dragged on until finally the clock hit 5pm.

As everyone left the car park, Angela slowly walked to her car. Her chest hurt and she felt exhausted. She leaned against the outside building, trying to take deep breaths to ease the dizziness before she walked to her car.

"Angela!" Dwight's concerned voiced broke through her daze as he rushed to her side. She thought everyone had already left.

Dwight stood in front of her, his eyes narrowed, taking in her deteriorating health. He stood closer.

"Are you alright, Monkey?" He took a step closer to her.

She sighed in exhaustion. The last the she wanted was someone fussing over her. She hated to be seen as just a weak woman.

Angela took a deep breath, leaning on the office wall for support.

"No I'm fine. " She forced a smile.

Dwight frowned.

She slowly pushed herself upright, and attempted to walk around his tall frame.

Dwight shifted quickly, blocking her path.

"Angela, you don't look well enough to drive. Let me take you home and I'll come back for you're car."

Angela sighed in frustration, the room beginning to spin.

"Dwight, please it's really not necessary..." she turned to the left, attempting to push past him. Suddenly she lost her balance briefly, swaying as her knees gave out.

Strong hands wrapped around her tiny forearms, keeping her upright.

"Angela, you're ill. I'm taking you to my home and keeping an eye on you ." His voice rang with sternness. He gripped her forearms, looking into her eyes to see if she had her stability back.

Angela sighed in defeat.

"Thanks, D."

She held onto his forearms steadying herself.

His eyes softened as she finally stopped arguing.

THey began to take a few steps, walking to his red car, As he kept a strong hand on her shoulders, watching her intently. She swayed again. He gripped her shoulders tight, staring into her eyes, concerned.

"Monkey, can you walk?"

Angela wasnt sure. Black dots began to appear in her vision.

"I'll take that as a no", he said to himself.

In one swift move, Dwight gently lifted her up, cradling her to his chest. He slowly lowered her small frame into the front seat, smiling to himself as her eyes closed to sleep.