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It would appear Sawyer got restless during one of Claire's outings.

He's going to be in so much trouble.

Anyway, here he is in a booth, having managed to make his way down the stairs without falling. He's dressed only in a pair of jeans and wrapped in a couple of blankets that occasionally shift so that you can see the green scaly skin that has completely taken over his right side. His hand on that side is still missing, as are a couple of toes now.

A plate of dry toast sits nearby. He attempted to eat, but that just wasn't happening.

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"I didn't say you were! Lay off the sick man, would you?"

"The sick man should be upstairs resting."

"He will be just as soon as he's done eating. The sick man wants to know when the four-year-old became his mom."

She glares. "Then maybe he should stop calling the twenty-two-year-old a four-year-old and at his toast."

"I'm working on it. See?" He takes another small bite. "Mmmm, tasty."

Jaina nods. "Now try another bite."

"Patience, princess. Give that last one time to work its way down."

"Sawyer..."

He grumbles and takes another bite. "I don't come boss you around when you're sick..."

About that time (*coughmillitimesayswhatcough*), a waitrat appears with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Sawyer grins at Jaina.

Jaina frowns at the bowl of soup, glaring at Sawyer's smile. "Figures. How many hours is it going to take for you to eat that?"

"I don't know. It's pretty hot. I might better let it cool a little bit..."

She rolls her eyes. "You're doing this on purpose, eh?" Grinning, "If you weren't sick, I'd probably dump it on you."

"But, I am sick, so you can't. That'd just be wrong."

"When you're better." A pause. "You are going to recover from this, right?"

A little smile. "That's the plan, princess."

"Good." She smiles at him. "I'm going to leave you to rest now. Think you're capable of doing that while eating that soup?"

He winks at her. "I'm a talented guy, so I think I'll manage."

Jaina nods, standing up from the booth. "Feel better, Sawyer."

"I'll do my best, sweetheart."

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