I was mad at my body and wrote this nonsense. –N
Drakken hissed as his foot hit the floor, the motion sending pain radiating from his knee out. Beside him, Shego stirred. "Dr. D?"
"Go back to sleep," he whispered.
"What's going on?" She sat up, wincing slightly from the sheer lateness of the hour. "Is it your knee?"
"I was just going to ice it," he said. There was no history of arthritis in his family, but logic had never mattered much when it came to Drakken. This is what he got for getting old, he supposed.
Shego threw the covers back. "I'll get it," she mumbled on her way to the kitchen.
Slowly, as not to aggravate his swollen joint, Drakken lifted both legs back into bed. Sometimes it was his knee, sometimes his hip. Sometimes even his shoulder or his wrist. It just depended on what part of his body felt like malfunctioning that day. In truth, it was about every other month that something flared, but when it did, it always felt far too soon.
He was aware of the ice on his skin before he'd even realized Shego had reentered the room. He cried out in relief and Shego brushed a cool hand over his forehead. "I'm sorry you're in pain," she murmured.
"Better when you're here," he said, and her mouth twitched into a smile.
"Such a flirt." She let him hold the ice in place and lay beside him, curled up against his chest. "Can I do anything else?"
Drakken shook his head. "Just stay like this."
Shego held him tighter, bringing herself as close as possible. "Done."