Shego was fixing herself a sandwich in the kitchen when she heard several deafening sneezes followed by the sound of the Jericho Trumpet coming from Dr. D's lab.
“Ah, great,” - she muttered to herself and trailed towards the lab's entrance. Several more sneezes later and she saw Drakken hunched over his work desk, holding a tissue under his nose.
“Are you getting sick?”
“Gah!" - he jumped slightly, clearly not expecting her, but Drakken quickly recovered. "oum, I… I'm dot? Id's been aw'ully dusty out 'ere”
That didn't sound so convincing with raspier that usual voice and slightly swollen nose.
With raised eyebrow Shego moved closer, removing one of her gloves in a process. Drakken pierced at her with slightly droopy eyes, his dark circles more prominent. He looked like he was barely holding himself from falling asleep on his desk. Shego put her arm on Drakken's forehead, who leaned slightly into her touch like a very stubborn, but affectionate kitten. Almost purring. Definitely getting sick.
“Doesn't seem like allergy to me, doc. Somebody's warm"
"You just have cold hands, Shego”
“Heh,” - Shego leaned over, removed her hand and pressed her lips instead to his burning sweaty forehead. Drakken sighed in relief.
"Okeh... Yeah, I'mn getting sick"- he admitted reluctantly, wrapping his arms around Shego.
"Thought so”