Dyson woke up half hanging off his couch with a knot in his neck and an urge to roll over and go back to sleep. Despite having slept way longer than he should have, Dyson was exhausted. He had been up until two in the morning looking after Kenzi, and it was starting to get to him.
It had been a rough night, Kenzi spent most of it tossing and turning. Twice he'd had to pick her too warm body up off the floor next to his bed, and regardless of the fact that she'd spent more time in his bathroom retching over his toilet seat, Kenzi continued to insist that she was fine, just peachy, fit as a fiddle and all the other little sayings that she liked to say. She was grouchy and irritable, unable to sit still for more than five minutes and completely unwilling to humor him even the slightest bit. He expected nothing less from the tiny human girl.
With a groan, Dyson picked himself up off the couch and padded over to the bed. Half the covers were on the floor, and the other half were tangled around Kenzi, who was sprawled out on her stomach. Her tiny limbs were bent in what looked like an uncomfortable position, and her half her face was buried into the pillow. Even all spread out like that, she didn't up even half of his bed.
Dyson gently placed a hand on her forehead, lightly not to wake her, and found her skin much cooler than it had been all night. He sighed in relief and turned toward his kitchen, but her small fingers caught his hand. Imediently he focused his attention on Kenzi, but she just turned her face farther into his pillow, her hand falling to her side. If Dyson hadn't had hyper sensitive hearing, he would've missed the one barely audible word that fell from her lips.
"Stay."
So he did.