Coming into the office whistling, Napoleon was happy to be back to work, date rescheduled. He noticed his partner was looking down at a file.
"It's so great to be out of medical and able to be able to breath without coughing. You can't believe how miserable I was."
Illya lifted his head, his eyes were red, nose was running, and his breathing was ragged. He began to cough and was unable to catch his breath.
"You're sick."
"I caught your Pneumonia." He said when he could talk again.
"Off you go to Medical."
Coughing again uncontrollably, "You win, medical."