“I don’t get sick.” (Alt 3)
Ron was carefully eyeing Leslie from his desk. As soon as she walked into the office this morning, Ron immediately noticed something was off. She’s was pale and had that glassy look in her eyes, and she was moving a lot slower than usual.
It had been 3 hours of watching her constantly blow her nose, randomly drop off on her desk for a minute or so before jolting back up and continuing whatever she was doing, and taking way too many Claritin’s.
He didn’t like getting into people personal lives but he cared deeply for his work proximity associate and didn’t like seeing her suffer.
When she dozed off on her desk for what felt like the 100th time, he finally decided to say something.
“Knope,” he said from the doorway of her office.
She jolted up from her daze and audibly gasped.
“You should go home. You are clearly sick, and are only going to get worse if you keep pushing yourself like this,”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” She sniffed. “I don’t get sick,”
“Yes you do.” He lamented.
She scoffed. “I do not. I am in perfect condition thank you very much,”
“I am going to call your husband and tell him you are being a stubborn butthead,” he began walking back to his office.
“I am not being a stubborn butthead!” He heard her yell.
When he got back to his office, he dialled Ben’s number, and it rang a few times before he answered.
“Hello?” Ben said.
“Hello. This is Ron Swanson. Your wife very much sick, and is being a stubborn butthead about it. I suggest you come deal with it. Good day,” he said, hanging up before Ben could say anything else.
A few minutes later Ben appeared, and they both went back into Leslie’s office, where she was again asleep on her desk.
Ben went up to her and shook her shoulder. “Babe?” He whispered.
Ben jumped back when Leslie jolted up, and starting mumbling something random about bears and brownies.
He carefully placed a hand on her forehead. “Okay, you’re definitely burning up. Why didn’t you listen to me when I warned you this morning?”
“I have to work Ben!” She whined.
“No you don’t. Now we are going to go home and make sure you get some proper rest,” he said, pulling her up to her feet and wrapping an arm around her shoulders to keep her stable.
Leslie groaned as they continued to walk out of her office. When they got to where Ron was standing, he gave her a firm pat on the back and wished her well.
Leslie glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Thank you, Ron,” she said quietly.
Ron nodded back at her.