An hour after admitting she might be a teensy bit sick, Kenzi was eating her words. She was overly warm to the point of discomfort having been wrapped in more blankets than someone with frost bite, her jeans were uncomfortably tight, and her head was pounding more than a sailor on shore leave. Oh and if that wasn't enough, Dyson was constantly trying to shove pills or cough medicine down her throat, and refusing her alcohol to even wash it down with.
"Kenzi. Just open your mouth." Dyson said, exasperated. Like he had any right to be, if the wolf could just take a freaking hint and leave her alone they'd both be better off. Energy-wise, Kenzi was reaching the end of her rope, and Mr. MotherHenWolfHybridThing wasn't letting up on the overprotectiveness. Call her old-fashioned, but Kenzi didn't like the idea of someone watching her sleep.
"Uh uh." She shook her head as Dyson tried to gently push the spoon full of angry red liquid into her mouth. He let out a growl of frustration.
"Kenzi I swear to god, just take the damn medicine," Dyson said through clenched teeth. It'd been half an hour since he made the first attempt at getting her to drink it, but Kenzi wasn't backing down. The stuff should be saved for prisoners who'd earned the death penalty.
"No." She mumbled, pressing her face into the pillows. It was too warm against her feverish
Head.
"You have a temperature of a hundred and two. It's either this or the hospital." He fired back,
and Kenzi looked up at him her blue eyes tired and miserable. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. Dyson gently pushed the spoon in between her lips, and she fought the urge to spit it all out and gag. Kenzi swallowed it dramatically.
"There, you happy?" She said, rolling over. The blankets were too warm and constricting in the worst kind of way, and the foul taste still hadn't left her mouth. Kenzi just wanted to be left alone with her own bed, her own pajamas and no one to tell her what liquor she can or rather, can't have. Which, according to Dyson, was all of it. Sick bastard.
Vaguely, Kenzi registered the sound of feet padding away from the bed. She kicked off the blankets, welcoming the rush of cold air that evoked her too-warm body. She was sweating, clammy and the bright light was doing absolutely nothing for her head. Where were her bitch-shades when she needed them?
She unbuttoned her jeans and shrugged them down off her legs, and tossed the unceremoniously onto the floor, marveling at how much better that felt. The air was no longer invasive and too-warm, and the bed was actually getting a bit comfortable. She leaned back against the mattress, sighing in relief. It didn't take long until she was dozing off in a peacefully dog-free sleep.