another james bond fic (brosnan era)

[archersangel]

Bond is sure he has cold; he's sneezing, has a runny nose, & a cough. He spends a meeting with M sniffling until she makes an exasperated sound and hands him a box of tissue.

He toughs it out until the end of the day and as he is leaving M walks up and wordlessly hands him a shopping bag with a box of tissue, cold pills & some cans of chicken soup then walks away.

Bond is surprisingly touched, but suspects she just wants him better so he doesn't miss too much work.