Based on a prompt from starryeyes2000
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You grinned as you pulled up to the raptor pen. No sign of Hoskins, no sign of drama. Everything looked calm. That meant date night would go ahead as planned and you could finally spend some time with Owen without being interrupted. Hopefully. Up on the catwalk, you saw Barry running a drill with the raptors, but no Owen. That was odd. He normally insisted on being there for every drill. As soon as you were out of the car, Barry caught your eye and pointed toward the office.
What was Owen doing in the office? There were no other cars around, so he would not be in a meeting. Unless it was a phone call, you supposed. But Barry would not point you toward the office if Owen was doing something important.
Sighing, you crossed over to the office and pushed open the door.
Inside you saw Owen, laying on the couch with an arm over his eyes. He coughed loudly and violently. His face was pale and on the floor next to him was a garbage bin full of tissues.
"Owen?" you called.
He sat up on the couch and immediately laid back down, groaning.
You crossed the room and sat down next to him, putting a hand on his forehead and muttering, "You're burning up. Why the hell are you here and not back at the bungalow resting?"
"I just need to lay down a minute," he coughed. "I'll be fine."
You smiled at him, caressing his face gently. "Baby, you need rest. Maybe some chicken soup?"
Owen laughed around his coughing. "Like I'd trust you to cook."
You smirked down at him, running your fingers through his hair. "You know we have restaurants and shops on the island, right?"
"I'll be fine," he murmured, closing his eyes. Another coughing fit overtook him and you grimaced.
"Alright, sickie, get your ass off the couch," you said, standing up. "I'm taking you home."
His eyes opened and he grinned at you. "Can't resist me, can you?" he teased.
You snorted a laugh and held your hand out to him. "Yes, I'm turned on by the sight of your gross snotty face and the way you hack your lungs out. Ravish me, you sex god, you," you deadpanned.
Quickly Owen's laughter dissolved into coughing.
"Sorry," you muttered.
"'S'okay," he coughed. "I promise I'll be fine."
You shook your head. "Nope, not taking 'no' for an answer, get your ass off the couch. Let's go."
He arched an eyebrow at you, then glanced down at your hand, then back up at you. "You're stubborn, you know that?"
You snorted another laugh. "Pot, meet kettle."
Grinning, he slowly sat up and took your hand. "Alright, I give up," he grumbled. "Just give me a minute."
You waited patiently, thumb stroking the back of his hand while he collected himself. When he finally stood up, he swayed on his feet and groaned, and you immediately put an arm around his back. "Maybe I do need to rest," he groused, leaning against you for balance.
"No shit," you said, smiling softly. "You ready?"
Owen nodded, sniffling. "Yeah."
As you walked to the car, you nodded at Barry, who seemed to understand. By the time you reached it, Owen was sweating. You bundled him into the car and when you walked around to the driver's side and buckled up, you saw he was fast asleep. Smiling, you pulled away and headed for your apartment.
After stopping at your employee apartment to get some cold meds and tissues, you drove to Owen's bungalow. He slept the whole way, snoring loudly. God, he was lucky you loved him with the way he snored. You smiled at him as you pulled up to the bungalow and grabbed your bag.
"Owen?" you muttered.
He did not stir.
Sighing, you got out of the car and put your bag inside the bungalow, then came back and opened his door.
He startled awake at the movement of the door.
"Hey, baby," you sighed, smiling at him.
Owen looked around and sat up a little. "Oh."
"Come on," you said, reaching to help him out of the car. "Let's get you inside and you can go back to sleep."
"'M fine," he murmured, leaning on you heavily as he got out of the car.
You snorted a laugh. "Sure."
When he got all the way out and tried to stand upright, he swayed back into the car and you wrapped an arm around him to steady him. "'M fine, babe."
"Sure," you said, nodding. "Why don't we go inside, get you some water and get some cold meds in you, then if you're up for it, I'll drive you back." You knew full well he would pass out the second you let him lay down, but you were pretty sure he did not know that.
Owen nodded and let you lead him inside. He tried to sit down on the couch but you dragged him to the bedroom and put him down on the bed. "I'll be right back, baby," you said.
Your bag was still by the door, so you walked back to grab it and a glass of water. Balancing the bag and the water in your hands, you went back to the bedroom to find Owen passed out again. You smiled at him as you put the water and meds on the dresser, then crossed the room to kiss his forehead. He was still burning up, but if he was asleep, you were not going to wake him up. After all, you would be here when he woke up.
"Mmm," Owen moaned in his sleep when you kissed him.
Sighing, you climbed into bed with him. There was almost no chance you would not get whatever he had at this point, so you might as well stay. You pulled him into your arms and smiled as he curled up against you, resting his head on your chest. With a kiss to the top of his head, you ran your fingers gently through his hair and rested your cheek against the top of his head. Before long you were asleep too.