James "Sawyer" Ford (
milliways_sawyer) wrote2005-07-10 10:08 pm
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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.
It's scaly.
Like, lizard scales scaly.
He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.
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"You ok?" He doesn't seem too worried. It's probably because he's not.
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"Does this look okay to you?"
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He pulls up sweater arm to show the scales running up his arm. "Runs the entire length of my right side. Fucking bar."
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As if that makes him remember his discomfort, he begins scratching his right side. "It's probably contagious. Want a hug?"
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He sits silently for a bit, trying to catch his breath. Then, "God, that part hurts."
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Miraculously, he does... though he's still leaning against the wall for support.
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