When Dyson walked into his loft almost a full forty five minutes later, sporting bags so large it was almost comical, he almost wasn't surprised. The sheets were torn from his bed, half of them crumbled on the floor and his pillows were tossed about in a disarray, his loft reeked of a burning scent tainted with something bitter and Kenzi was distinctly missing from the scene. Dyson shut the door to his loft, and made his way to his kitchen.
Dyson placed the bags on the counter and surveyed the warzone that used to be his kitchen. His fridge door was hanging open and half the contents were on the floor, the counters were cluttered soaking wet paper towels, and his coffee maker was plugged, but frying an empty pot. So that was what he smelled burning. Sighing, Dyson went to pull the plug of the damn machine and almost ended up with a foot full of glass. And… whiskey. Dammit Kenzi.
Dyson made quick work of restoring his kitchen to its pre-kenzi glory. He was just patting his hands dry with a dish towel when a small groan met his ears. Quickly Dyson made his was over to the bathroom, and gently inched the door open a bit.
"Kenzi?" He called softly. Dyson opened the door a bit more, to find Kenzi slouched against the bathtub, looking pale.
"Oh… hey D-man," She said in a raspy voice, glancing up at him.
"You okay?" He asked, leaning against the frame of the door. It was a courtesy, she obviously wasn't okay, but grabbing her by the shoulders and demanding she tell him exactly what was wrong seemed a bit excessive, despite what his instincts were telling him to do.
"Yeah, just pea-" The rest of her sentence was cut off by her leaning over the toilet and retching. Dyson was on the floor behind her imediantly, his fingers brushing her hair back from her face.
They stayed like that for a while, Kenzi doubled over and Dyson doing his best to keep her hair away from her face with both hands. When she was finished, Kenzi leaned back and slumped against his chest, and Dyson wrapped his arms around her midsection automatically, his fingers rubbing tiny circles into her stomach.
"Dyson?" Kenzi whispered, her eyes sliding shut. She leaned her head back so it was tucked right under his chin.
"Yeah Kenz?" He said in her ear.
"I think I'm sick."