Apparently I just think Shego is really horny for Drakken all the time. The thing is, I'm not apologizing for it. –N
It was remarkably hard to get Drakken to hold still, despite the pain he was in. "Stop wiggling."
"I'm not," he wheezed. But he did stop, for a moment, and Shego resumed her examination of his bruised torso. Which, she had to admit, was more toned than she expected –
Ok, focus, Shego. She placed a hand gently over his ribs and he hissed, pulling back. "It's at least fractured. We'll have Gonzalez look at it. But I think mostly you'll have to just rest."
"Ok."
"That means no take-over-the-world schemes right now."
Drakken frowned. "I can rest and still –"
"Nope. Bed. No lab. No scheming. Kapeesh?"
"Yes, yes." He sighed and began coughing, placing a hand over his bruises. "Ow."
Shego stood. "C'mon, Doc. I'll help you get ready for bed." She offered him her arm and he took it, moving slowly to his dresser. This was a new dynamic for both of them, since it was usually Shego that got hurt somehow when Kim Possible interfered.
Finally, they made it to the drawers, and Drakken took several shallow breaths. "Drakken? You ok?"
He nodded. "Fine." He took another breath and locked eyes with her. "Thank you, Shego."
Shego looked away, blushing slightly. "Yeah. Well." She opened a drawer and quickly shut it, her blush deepening. "Oh."
"Ah, yes, that's the underwear draw."
"Yup. Got that." Jeez. What a night.