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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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[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.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

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.