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Sawyer's walking down the hall to his room, his newly-acquired tube of lotion in his crusty, green right hand. He has to stop after every couple of doors to rest, catch his breath. It's during one of these stops that he realizes that his skin isn't just crusty.

It's scaly.

Like, lizard scales scaly.

He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.

Date: 2005-07-11 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Boone walks out of his room and is walking down the hall when he sees Sawyer sitting on the ground. He doesn't notice the scales yet.

"You ok?" He doesn't seem too worried. It's probably because he's not.

Date: 2005-07-11 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Boone takes a step back. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Date: 2005-07-11 03:35 am (UTC)
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"Holy shit." He peers at it. "Does it hurt?" It's a dumb question, but what do you expect. They're fucking scales!

Date: 2005-07-11 03:49 am (UTC)
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He backs up a little more. "I'm good, thanks."

Date: 2005-07-11 04:10 am (UTC)
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Boone hesitates before moving forward. "Come on." He puts his arm around Sawyer's waist, careful not to touch his arm.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:18 am (UTC)
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"Accepting help doesn't make you less of a man, you know."

Date: 2005-07-11 04:23 am (UTC)
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"Suit yourself." He knows he's not getting anywhere with Sawyer. "See you around, Sawyer."

Date: 2005-07-11 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Claire turns the corner, a box of various items in her arms. She wasn't gone but for just a few minutes but that was apparently long enough for Sawyer to leave his room and find a new spot on the floor outside somebody else's door.

She hurries over, setting the box on the floor, and feeling his forehead all in one movement. "Sawyer, Baby? What are you doing out here?"

Date: 2005-07-11 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She reaches out to take the tube of lotion and then draws back her hand suddenly. She makes the face of someone very carefully not making a face.

"It's gotten worse?"

Date: 2005-07-11 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Come on, Baby," she says and tries to help him up, which is hard because he's heavy and she is absolutely only touching his left side.

Date: 2005-07-11 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She screams and jumps back, and then remembers she's supposed to be comforting him, but for the life of her she can't bring herself to a.)step closer, or b.)pick up his hand.

So she stares.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"No," she says but doesn't look at all convincing. "No, it's okay. Come on."

She leans over to pick up her box and shifts it onto her hip as she rests a guiding hand tentatively on his (left) shoulder. She's not so sure anymore about that sponge bath she'd been planning.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yes," she nods reassuringly as she steadily leads him to his door. "Moiraine, or Asar-Suti, or hell, maybe Anthy can do it?"

She sets the box down again so she can open it and guides him into the room.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I think we should try whatever might work," she shrugs helplessly, and quickly walks over to help him over to his bed. "How are you feeling? Does your arm hurt?"

She manages to gesture at it without actually looking at it again.

"We should probably get those clothes off. They might irritate it, or something."

Date: 2005-07-11 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'll keep you warm," she promises and decides in that moment that she doesn't care if she has to touch him, she's going to make him as comfortable as she can.

"Here," she says as she carefully (oh so carefully) tries to pull the shirt off his prone body. "Can you raise your arms for just a moment?"

Date: 2005-07-11 03:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Good," she says, eyeing the green scales with much concern.

"Okay, now your pants," and she reaches out to unbutton his jeans, stopping only once when her knuckles accidentally brush the reptillian skin.

She takes a deep breath and, murmuring an apology, goes back to work sliding his pants off.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She's conflicted about the boxer shorts. On the one hand, they might help keep things attached, but then on the other, they might make it worse.

She's not sure she wants to know what worse could be like, and it's that last thought that convinces her.

"Have you used the lotion yet?" she asks as she begins to peel the thin cotton underwear off his body.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You've never stopped me from getting in your pants before," she grins in spite of herself but doesn't stop the tedious process of declothing her boyfriend.

Finally, finally she's loosened the shorts enough that she can more or less pull them down his legs. She tosses them on the floor and makes a mental note to have those clothes washed soon, just in case. She also, purposefully, does not look at his naked, green crotch.

"Could you han-, er, give me the lotion, please?"

Date: 2005-07-11 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Perhaps," she smiles again and rubs some lotion between her hands, warming it before she starts massaging it into the line where his normal skin turns green. She hesitates only a fraction of a second and then continues to apply the lotion over his right side, gently so she doesn't. . .disturb anything.

"Is it helping the itching at least?"

Date: 2005-07-11 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm sorry," she says, because it's the only thing she can think of to say.

She sets the lotion aside, abandoning that idea, and pulls the comforter he's laying on until it covers his body. She carefully tucks it around him and then climbs onto the bed beside him. Draping her own left leg and arm over his, she kisses his cheek and then snuggles closer.

"You need a healer."

Date: 2005-07-11 05:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She caresses his brow tenderly with her fingertips, the way she does to her son when it's time for his nap but he won't keep his eyes closed.

"It's okay. Go to sleep," she says softly, and her voice breaks a little at the end.

Date: 2005-07-11 05:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She keeps watch over him-- long after he's fallen asleep-- until the sight of him and the smell of sickness that permeates the air become too much for her.

Cautiously, she crawls off the bed and heads for the door, dimming the light as she does.


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James "Sawyer" Ford

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