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[milliways_sawyer]

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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[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"I don't plan on dying any time soon."

[milliways_sawyer]

"Most folks don't. Sometimes, it sneaks up on you, though."

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"You think it--she, I guess--is sneaking up on you? With this whole sick thing?"

[milliways_sawyer]

He lifts the edge of his blanket and peers down at his scaly chest. "Not really a subtle sort of sneak, huh?"

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

She shudders. "That's absolutely disgusting."

[milliways_sawyer]

"Yeah, I ain't too big a fan of it, either."

He chuckles. "Guess that means you don't want a big ol' hug."

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

She fairly leaps backwards. "Touch me and I swear to God you won't have to wait for whatever you have to kill you, because I'll do it myself."

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer laughs and pulls the blankets back tightly around him before sighing deeply and leaning his head back against the wall. "Alright, sweetheart. I think that about does it for me today. I'm think I'm just gonna rest here till Claire gets off duty."

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

"You have fun with that. Try not to actually die, Claire would be upset." Tactful? Not really. But is she ever?

She turns and heads off to her room.