Radial: Unravel - Aspirin / Suspicion

Rating: PG
Word Count: 388
Summary: Alex doesn't just have the standard things in the office medicine cupboard, and possibly has a little more in there than he's letting on to Milos.

“Will you stop coughing?!”

“Will you stop coughing?!”

Milos tried to glare at Alex. Unfortunately the next bout of coughs got the better of him instead, driving his hand to his throat and his head to the desk. “Can’t help it,” he finally managed, the words muffled by the woodwork. “I’m ill.”

“You don’t have to be so noisy.”

“I’m ill—” He broke off, surprised, as Alex’s head vanished below his desk. “What’re you doing?”

The answer wasn’t immediately offered. A clattering sound served as a placeholder until Alex reappeared and, without warning, threw a bottle at the alfa’s head. “Take this.”

Milos knew that he’d intended to catch him off-guard; he snatched it from the air with one hand and twisted his wrist to look at the label. “Cough syrup?” He’d half-expected cyanide.

“Take it and shut up. Oh, and—”

He almost wasn’t fast enough to catch the box.

“Take these too or you’ll be bitching about having a headache next.”

He stared down at the pack of aspirin, then back up at Alex and tried to mask his confusion. “You just keep these around for emergencies, do you? I thought you never got ill.”

The derisive snort told him what Alex thought of that statement. “First aid kit.”

“You keep the first aid kit?” It made a certain kind of perverse sense: Alex did usually seem to be the one to damage him. Shame that, in those cases, no first aid was ever forthcoming.

Alex raised both eyebrows and Milos wondered if his thoughts really were that transparent. “Yes. Is there a problem with that?” He fixed him with those black, impassive eyes until Milos wondered if something heavier might, any second now, be making its way through the air towards his head. “It’s fully stocked for every eventuality: painkillers, bandages, plasters, strapping.” He paused. “Rope.”

“...Rope?” Even as the word left his mouth he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Rope.” Alex confirmed, smirking.

Milos stared down at the bottle and decided it was best to leave it at that. “Does it have a spoon?”

“Kitchen.” He pointed at the door. “Can’t let you have it too easy.”

The alfa glanced up just as Alex looked down again. From the smirk still just about visible on his lips, Milos suspected he was lying. It came as no surprise whatsoever.