Y'all, quick apology. I've been lacking on this book, and I'm fully aware. I have a busy ass summer break schedule and I've only had like two days where I haven't had stuff going on, but don't worry I haven't forgotten. I had this draft from a while ago that I never published, so hopefully this will suffice for now.

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Summary:
Kind of a continuation of the first oneshot where you work in the same place as Milo. You're in a relationship with him, and he's sick but refuses to admit it. Mostly fluff at the end, kinda short.

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"Milo, you look like you're dying," you said. You were sitting across from Milo watching him try to work. You could not understand why he couldn't take a sick day for once. He had used up almost three tissue boxes already and was on his way to a fourth.

"(Y/N), I'm fine. If I was really sick I wouldn't be here," Milo replied. He sounded nasally and tired.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair. There was a flu going around work, and Milo happened to be the current victim, even though he absolutely refused to admit it. You knew he was miserable. It was obvious, but he was still stubborn.

"Milo, just go home," you insisted. "I can do this on my own."

"I know you can, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help?" He looked at you innocently. How could you be mad at him now?

"Fine. But if I get sick I'm making you take care of me. Which is what I should be doing for yo-"

Milo groaned and leaned back in his chair. "(Y/N), I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, I promise. Don't worry about me."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever..."

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3:00 AM

You had just gotten off the phone with Milo. After going the entire work day without ever admitting he was sick, he finally called you at 3 in the morning to ask you to come over to his apartment. As much as you loved Milo, you still had to say "I told you so".

So there you were, standing at Milo's front door waiting for him to let you in. You had your jacket tight around you, and it was lightly snowing. Finally you heard the doorknob jiggle as Milo opened the door.

"Hey," he smiled at you. He definitely looked worse than he did during the day. His hair was completely messed up, he had dark circles under his eyes, and had a blanket wrapped around him.

"Oh, Milo," you sighed. You felt his forehead with the back of your hand. "You have a fever. Let's go inside."

You ordered Milo to bed due to your parental instincts kicking in. You grabbed medicine from his cabinet and a thermometer, then went back to his room. You found him curled up under his comforter, only the very top of his head poking out.

"He's so cute," you thought. You sat down on the edge of his bed and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Milo," you whispered, "I need to take your temperature."

He poked the rest of his head out and rested his hand on top of yours. "You get to take care of me now," he giggled. At least he wasn't so sick that he couldn't joke around. Either that or his fever was making him delirious.

"Yeah, you're right." You smiled at him and rubbed your thumb over his cheek. He felt even hotter now that he was under the rest of his blankets.

You took his temperature and got him to take some medicine, even though he said he did earlier. Not that you didn't believe him, you just didn't know how long ago "earlier" was.

"(Y/N)?" Milo asked while you put the lid back on the medicine bottle.

"Hm?" You hummed back. You turned around to face him and saw his covers drawn back. He patted the spot next to him.

"Can you stay the rest of the night?" He gave you the same innocent look as he always does, so of course you had to say yes.

You crawled into his bed next to him, and Milo immediately began cuddling you. He pulled you into his chest and rested his chin on top of your head, pulling the rest of the covers over you.

"You're definitely gonna get me sick," you mumbled into his chest.

"That just means we can do this more." He started playing with your hair, but you could tell he was already falling asleep.

You rubbed his back slowly, listening to his breathing. You knew he fell asleep when he stopped messing with your hair and his breathing became steadier and slower.