A/N: This one actually is a drabble. Only took about twenty minutes to get right (angry muttering)...
Sick Leave
"But it's my shift! Who else will do it?" Visit protested weakly. He was flushed and faint, and occasionally broke into bouts of coughing.
"It doesn't matter! I'll do it. Igor even said you shouldn't be in today. You'll spread your cold around!" Reg countered.
"But you just got off shift..."
"I'm dead. A double shift won't do much more."
"But I couldn't--"
"Look, we're short-handed with that last batch of Sammies gone, but you need to go home. You can't fight crime if you can hardly stand."
Visit was silent.
"Hey, I have some time... Walk you home?"
"...Alright."