Title: Time To Heal
Summary: When Josh has the flu, Donna remembers what a terrible patient he is and Sam decides it's time to mend the rift between them.
Spoilers/Episode: Anything up to season 4, Angel Maintenance.
Disclaimer: They all belong to Aaron Sorkin, NBC, John Wells and many others who aren't me.
"Josh, you look like crap," Ginger announced from the doorway.
"You know just 'cos Donna's away, don't think you can get away with things," Margaret added.
"Can I help you?" Josh asked, looking up at the two women.
"Zach says you're ill."
Josh caught sight of Zach walking past the doorway, trying to be invisible. "Did he? Thanks, Zach," he called. He looked back at Ginger and Margaret. "I'm fine. Now if you both want to leave me alone."
"And I thought Leo was hard work," Margaret said as she walked around the desk.
"What are doing?" Josh asked.
"You look ill, I want to take your temperature," Margaret said, producing a thermometer from her pocket.
"Leave me alone," Josh told them, as he backed away from Margaret.
"Oh come on, Josh," Ginger smiled. "I work for Toby and Margaret works for Leo. Do you really think we're easily intimidated."
"I'm not ill."
"okay," Margaret smiled indulgently and her and Ginger left.
"Hang on," Josh called. "You're giving up that easily?"
"For now," Ginger smiled.
Ten minutes later Zach knocked on Josh's office door. "Hey," he smiled nervously.
Josh looked up at him, "You had to tell them didn't you?"
"You're ill," Zach protested. "Anyway, Leo wants to see you."
"Now?" Josh moaned, Zach nodded. "Okay." When Josh stood up the room swayed slightly and he leant on the desk to steady himself. "Don't say a word," he told Zach, with a slight smile.
"Shall I tell him you're ill?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Okay," Zach said indulgently. "It's not that far to Leo's office, I'm sure you'll make it just fine."
"Leave me alone," Josh smiled as he walked out of the office. Now that he was stood up and moving he felt alright, a little hot and his head hurt, but the dizziness had passed. He knocked on Leo's open door and walked in. "Leo, you wanted me?"
Leo looked at Josh with concern. When Margaret had said Josh was ill, Leo had been a little skeptical, Margaret's apt to exaggerate, but then Ginger had backed her up. "Go home," Leo ordered.
"Josh. It's Saturday, you've no meetings, you look terrible, now go home."
"It's a touch of the flu," Josh protested.
"Margaret's called you a cab. Someone'll check on you later, Donna left her key with CJ. Now go home before I call Donna and Abbey."
"Why did Donna leave CJ a key to my apartment?"
"Because she knows you well. Now go home."
"Right," Josh sighed. "I'll see you Monday."
"Margaret," Leo shouted. "Not if you're ill you won't," he told Josh, as Margaret walked in with Josh's jacket and backpack. "Bye, Josh," Leo smiled.
On Saturday afternoon, CJ let herself into Josh's apartment. "Afternoon, Joshua, you awake?" she called.
Josh looked up from the couch, "How have you got a key to my apartment?"
"Donna left it for me."
"I know, but why?"
"For things like this."
"Fair enough," Josh replied, closing his eyes again.
"I bought chicken soup," CJ told him and walked into the kitchen for a spoon.
Josh opened his eyes again, "Really?"
"Yeah, it's homemade."
"You made me chicken soup?" he asked.
"The guy at the store on the corner made you chicken soup." CJ handed Josh the soup and spoon.
"Thanks," Josh smiled and sat up. "Donna and my mom use to get me soup from there when I was ill."
"Josh, you are ill," CJ pointed out.
"Nah, I've got the flu."
"Yeah, talking of that," CJ sat down, "I thought you had a shot?"
"They don't always work. Something about there being loads of different strains of the flu and the vaccine protects you from the most likely ones." Josh ate some of the soup.
"But there's a reason you have a shot though," CJ prompted.
"So, how do you feel?"
"Crap," he sighed. "I ache everywhere and the world's spinning, and I'm very hot."
"Don't get annoyed at me," CJ started.
"How's your chest?"
"Are you lying to me?"
"Maybe a little," Josh admitted. "It's a bit tight, but I've got the flu so what do you expect."
"I guess," CJ hesitated. "What about your heart?"
"I'm not a doctor," Josh was starting to sound annoyed now.
"Is it fast?" CJ persisted.
"Have you been speaking to Abbey?"
"It's a little fast, yeah."
"I'm calling your doctor."
"It's not that bad."
"Good. Then he can see you and give you something before it gets that bad," CJ tells him. "What's his name and number?"
"Do I have to call Donna?"
"No," Josh sighed. "The chicken soup was just to soften me up wasn't it?"
"Did it work?"
"It tasted good," he smiled. "Dr Syed, his number's in my phone." Josh put the soup bowl on the table and lay back down, while CJ phoned Dr Syed.
"Thank you, Doctor," CJ showed Dr Syed out of the apartment and went back into the lounge, "Hey, get back into bed."
"I want a drink," Josh whined.
"Lie down, I'll get it for you," CJ instructed. "He seems nice," she commented, walking to the kitchen and getting Josh a drink of water.
"He's married with three children," Josh smiled from the couch.
"I only said he seemed nice. He's British."
"Yes, and yet he's nothing like John Marbury."
"All I said was he was eccentric."
"No, you said he was eccentric, but he was British so you'd expected that."
"Well look at the Brits I've met, Josh. John Marbury and Bernard Thatch."
Josh smiled and lay back down, "True."
"I'm going to collect your prescription, do you want anything else while I'm out?"
"Nah, I'm good," Josh replied.
"Why didn't you call and tell me you were ill?" Donna asked
"Hey," Josh said from the couch. "You got your keys back from CJ then."
"Didn't I call you?"
"It's only the flu. You were in Georgia, I didn't want to bother you," Josh replied. "How was the wedding?"
"It was fine and you wouldn't have been 'bothering' me. God, Josh." Donna sat down. "I got back and called CJ and she said you were ill. I didn't know what to think."
"Donna," Josh said gently. "I'm fine, it's just the flu. I've seen the doctor and I'm fine."
"Okay. I'm sorry, I should go and let you rest."
"No, stay, I'll make you some food."
"You'll make me food?"
"Well, I'll call for takeout."
"Yeah okay, that'd be nice."
"Good," Josh smiled. "So how was the wedding?" he asked again, handing her Top Wan's menu.
Monday "You're not going to work," Donna scolded.
"It's Monday morning."
"In fact," Josh continued, ignoring Donna, "it's 6.30 on Monday morning. Why are you here?"
"Because I knew you'd try and go to work."
"Yes, because it's Monday morning," Josh replied, walking past Donna and into the lounge.
"Go back to bed."
"No. I'm fine and I'm going to work," Josh told her.
"Okay," Donna smiled, as Josh went to the bathroom for a shower. She picked up the phone and dialed. "Morning Leo, sorry to phone so early."
When Josh came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, Donna was stood in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea.
"Why are you still here?" he asked, with a slight smile.
"Come here," she told him.
"Can't I get dressed first?"
"I've seen you in your boxers before," Donna pointed out. "Give me your arm."
"Why?" he asked, as Donna took hold of his arm. She placed two fingers over his wrist and checked her watch.
"That's still fast, Josh," Donna scolded.
"Are you a doctor now?"
"No. But Leo's spoken to Abbey and I've spoken to Leo. You're not to go to work."
"You called Leo?"
"Your pulse is 92 so now I'm taking your temperature."
"You know that's not especially high."
"Shut up," Donna told him and put a thermometer in his mouth. When she takes it out for a look, she shook her head.
"How do you feel. Honestly?"
"I don't want to stay off sick."
"But you don't feel fine."
"I feel better than I did on Saturday."
"Leo's told security you're not allowed in the building."
"You're all insane," Josh muttered.
"For caring about you? Yes we are," Donna said. "Bed."
That afternoon Amy walked through the Operations bullpen, she put her head round Josh's office door, but the office was empty. "He's off sick," Zach told her. "Can I help?"
"No, it wasn't important." Amy walked back through the bullpen, she spied CJ and walked over. "Hey."
"Morning, Amy," CJ replied. "How you liking the new job?"
"It's better now that my hazing seems to be over," Amy replied. "What's wrong with Josh?"
"Well, he's Josh," CJ smiled. "You have to expect him to arrange a certain amount of hazing. We did the same to Will, it's a ritual thing."
"Josh will never grow up," Amy said, with a little more anger than she had intended. Her tone gained her a questioning look from CJ, but she wasn't about to explain the whole 'moving in, fear of commitment' argument that finally killed their relationship off.
CJ watched Amy with amusement, wondering how the woman who'd thrown water balloons at Josh from her office window could comment on him growing up. "It's part of his charm," she smiled, "so he tells me anyway."
"Whatever," Amy shrugged. "What I actually meant was, why's he off sick?"
"He's got the flu. Leo sent him home on Saturday."
"Flu?" Amy asked doubtfully. "He has bad cold you mean."
"He has the flu," CJ repeated. "He's seen the doctor."
Amy laughed. "Why does he need a doctor? Typical man. I had the flu last month, I didn't go calling out the doctor."
"Been shot in the chest recently, Amy?" CJ asked a little harshly.
"What does that have to do ....?"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous the flu could be for Josh?"
"Seriously?" Amy asked. "I thought he was over that."
CJ glared at Amy and wonders what Josh ever saw in her. More to the point though, how could she have dated him for months and not know anything about his health? Amy did look worried though, so CJ relented. "He's fine, as long as he looks after himself. The flu can be dangerous because it can put a strain on his heart and if it gets on his chest."
"I didn't realize. Whenever I asked about his health he either snapped at me or changed the subject, so I stopped asking."
"Sounds like Josh," CJ smiled. "What did you want him for?"
"Abbey wanted me to find out what happening on Peterson's amendment."
"I'll find out and get back to you."
"I'll call him," Sam told Toby over the phone the following morning. "He is okay?"
"Yeah, I told you. The doctor says he's got a chest infection, he's told him to stay off work. He'll be fine."
"Okay. Thanks, Toby. Say hi to everyone for me. I'll speak to you later."
"Bye, Sam," Toby replied.
Sam hung up the phone and mentally kicked himself. How the hell did things get so bad between him and Josh? He couldn't even remember what Josh did that made him so angry. Everything that was happening at work was really starting to get him down, but that wasn't Josh's fault - well not entirely. The last time he'd seen Josh was in February, when he'd been in California with the President, and things were pretty strained between them then. They'd spoken on the phone a few times since, but there was an enormous hole in their friendship that they haven't been able to repair, and the phone calls have been stilted to say the least.
Now Josh was ill. When Toby had told him that he'd felt a sudden panic. Josh was his best friend, he meant what he said to Mallory last summer, he does love Josh like a brother. The trouble with that was that they can fight like brothers, but there'd never been a rift like this between them before. He picked up the phone and dialed Josh's number.
"Hello?" Josh answered.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"Josh!" Sam sighed. "If you're okay why are you at home on a Wednesday afternoon?"
"Took the day off," Josh tried.
"I spoke to Toby."
"Ah. Okay then. I've had the flu and now they won't let me in work."
"Well to be fair, Josh, no one else wants your germs."
Josh smiled, he'd missed Sam. "How are you then?"
"I'm fine. I'm still, how do they put it? Studying my options."
"Unemployed," Josh smiled.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Donna taking care of you?"
"I can look after myself."
"Since when?" Sam laughed.
"Hey, I resent that," Josh tried to sound hurt, but failed. "I've missed you."
"Me too," Sam agreed. "We should keep in better touch."
"I know," Josh agreed, wondering how things got to be so awkward between him and Sam. He'd known it was happening, but did nothing to stop it, and he didn't know why that was.
"I don't know what happened," Sam offered.
"Things got out of hand," Josh replied.
"Yeah," Sam said. "But we shouldn't have let them."
"So we should probably do something about that," Josh suggested.
"Yeah we should," Sam agreed. "What are you doing this weekend?"
"I'm not allowed to anything," Josh replied.
"So Donna is looking after you," Sam laughed. "Can I come and see you then?"
"I've got the flu, it's not that serious."
"If you don't want me to..... "
"That wasn't what I meant," Josh interrupted. "Of course you can come."
"Great," Sam smiled. "I'll make reservations, I should be able to get somewhere."
"Are you mad? You can stay here."
"Don't be an idiot," Josh replied.
"I'll let you know when my flight is," Sam smiled, suddenly feeling much happier. "I've got an appointment to go to now, but I'll call you later."
"Speak to you later," Josh smiled as he hangs up the phone.
"Well you look happier than you did this morning," Donna said when she walked in that evening.
"Sam's coming out this weekend."
"Really? Is he staying here."
"We'll all have to meet up and go somewhere. You'll be okay in on your own won't you?"
"You're a funny girl, you know that?"
"I try my best, though most of the time it's wasted on you," Donna replied.
"Whatever," Josh smiled, "You want to stay for dinner?"
"I do. I've brought food."
"No. I did the shopping. You do the cooking," Donna smiled.
"I'm ill," Josh protested.
"The exercise will do you good," Donna told him and handed him the shopping bags.
Part Two .....