He was wriggling, he seemed in great pain. Em shook him,"Wake up Kyle, wake up, it's ok". Gently, she put her hand to his forehead. Sweat was running down his forehead but it wasn't a fever, either way she pressed her cold fingers agains't his forehead to cool him down. Maybe he could sleep better that way, she noticed he was like a pup whining in his sleep. A soft laugh escaped her lips, she cupped her mouth so he wouldn't wake up. He seemed less menacing this way, more like a pet.