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[milliways_sawyer]

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.

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"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.

[milliways_sawyer]

He's shivering already, and it only gets worse as his pants come off.

The lizard-rash continues down his leg to just below his knee.

Sawyer pulls the wasteband of his boxers away from his body and inspects the contents. "Everything still seems to be attached there," he chuckles weakly.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

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.

[milliways_sawyer]

He shakes his head. "Figured I'd wait till I got back here. I didn't know it'd take me so long to get back here, though."

Sawyer glances down at her. "Maybe you ought to let me handle this. Last thing we need is you going all gator-skinned, too."

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"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?"

[milliways_sawyer]

It's not easy work prying your own disembodied fingers off of a tube of lotion when you only have one hand to work with, but he gets it done... and decides to hide the loose appendage in the drawer of his night table. He really doesn't feel like looking at it now.

"Here you go, angel, but I'm starting to think this is a little more than Jergens can handle."

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"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?"

[milliways_sawyer]

"Honestly, sweetheart? I can't feel much of nothing over the cold right now."

It's a weird thing to have goosebumps on sweaty skin, but that's exactly what he has... at least, on his regular skin. Lizard scales don't get goosebumps, it appears.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"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."

[milliways_sawyer]

"Think I might have enough magic mucking with my system right now." His eyelids keep dipping; the walk downstairs took more out of him than he thought.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

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.

[milliways_sawyer]

He murmurs something that might be a protest that he's not that sleepy... but it gets lost in the process of him falling to sleep.

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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.