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[jim_halpert]

It had been a rough week

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[numbertwoguy]

"Your mom," Dwight retorted quietly, as he was likely still half-asleep.

[jim_halpert]

Jim glanced up, and he actually was a little relieved to see Dwight was still, well, Dwight.

"Because that's not an overused comeback," he replied, dryly, sitting back in his chair.

[numbertwoguy]

Dwight mumbled something unintelligible, and tried to open his eyes, squinting against the glare of the clinic lights. He didn't have his glasses on, his hair looked like a bird's nest, and there was a nasty looking bruise on the side of his face.

"Jim?" he asked, his voice faint. He blindly reached his hand out for Jim's.

[jim_halpert]

Jim watched him sort of flail his arm around a little. He assumed he was looking for his glasses, which were by his bedside on a little table. He picked it up and held it out for him.

"You looking for this?" he asked.