Sick Snake

You set the kettle on the stovetop and turned it on, digging through your kitchen shelves for your packets of tea. Grabbing a handful and dumping it onto the counter, you turned around when you heard a series of sharp coughs and choking sounds coming from your living room. Poking your head in, you found your snake-eyed girlfriend still laying on the couch, her snake pajamas damp with sweat as her phlegmy breathing resumed. Noticing your presence, she looked at you and your concerned expression, the faintest look of misery on her otherwise deadpan face.
"I'm fine, Anon. Honestly."
"I'm just checking, Hikage. I heard you choking the last time you started coughing like that," you sighed, popping back into the kitchen to grab a rag and to wet a new towel. You heard the kettle start to steam up, so you turned off the stovetop and grabbed a small mug as well. Mixing up some tea, you took the mug and the towels out to the living room, prepared to help your ailing snake.

Setting the tea down on a nearby table, you took the dry rag and started wiping the sweat from Hikage's body, the snake girl having exposed her cleavage and her navel in an attempt to cool off. Running the rag along her skin, you heard her moan whenever while you were mopping up her breasts, though when you looked at her in the eyes, she had her usual blank expression and a blush that you assumed was from the fever rather than embarrassment. Using careful precision, you slid your free hand under her pajama top and bra and lifted them up, allowing you to wipe down the rest of her breasts. Repeating the process for below her pajama pants and panties, you made a mental note to get her some fresh underwear and pajamas when you had the chance as you sat the now-soaked rag down.

Removing the towel from Hikage's forehead, you noticed that it was wet with more sweat than water now. Setting it down next to the rag, you grabbed the new wet-towel, folding it up so that you could rest it on her head. With the new towel firmly in place on her forehead, you picked up the mug of tea that you had set down earlier and handed it to her. Helping Hikage sit up on the couch, she took a long drink, before letting out a deep sigh when she was finished.
"That tastes nice. Thank you, Anon."
You gave her a wide smile as you jabbed a thumb into your chest. "Of course it would. I made it didn't I?" Hikage let out a small chuckle at your exaggerated boasting.
"Man, either you or I must be really sick, Hikage. I could've sworn I heard you laughing!" Your second joke fell a little short of the mark, since Hikage returned it with her usual poker-face, though this time with a hint of annoyance. Taking that as your cue, you gave her a small peck on the cheek, ruffling her messy green hair, as you stood up and started walking to your bedroom.

Grabbing a new pair of pajamas and underwear, you brought them to your bathroom and set them down on your sink. Returning to Hikage, you offered her a hand. "How's a nice, cold, relaxing shower sound right now, Hikage?"
Staring straight back at you, Hikage quickly gulped down the rest of her tea as she took your hand. A short bout of wooziness overcame her, as she nearly fell standing up, though you were there to catch her. Helping her onto her feet, you noted that you'd need another shower today, since you could feel her sweat sticking to your clothes and skin.

Bringing Hikage to the bathroom, you helped her out of her pajamas and underwear before turning on the shower for her. Testing the water to make sure it wasn't too cold, you turned to her and gave an exaggerated bow to the naked girl, motioning your arms in such a way that it appeared that you were presenting some grandiose piece of art.
"After you, Hikage." You were greeted with silence, and after a short wait you looked up to see her, still standing where you'd left her, staring at you. She was shivering slightly as the sweat continued to roll down her body. You were starting to get uncomfortable when she finally spoke up.
"Aren't you joining me, Anon?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, deliberately acting cutesy. Processing what she'd asked, you shrugged, stripping off your clothes and boxers, throwing the damp-with-second-hand-sweat garments next to her discarded clothing. Taking her hand, you guided her into the shower, closing it behind you as you felt the cool water start to hit you. It wouldn't be so bad to take a shower early.